Chapter 5: There's even a shortcut like this!

【Ding, Passive Detection Magic effective. Hitomi has developed hatred toward you. Current hatred level is 3.】

What kind of person is this, hating me endlessly.

Akaso Kaze ignored her.

He was checking the newly opened soul space.

The soul space wasn't large, only about the size of a palm.

It was pitch black inside, and there was no gravity.

Floating right in the middle was the pearl necklace with the hook at the end, emitting a soft light.

On one of the pearls clung a stick figure.

If it weren't for the shrunken face that could vaguely make out the features, Akaso Kaze would have almost failed to recognize it.

How pitiful, after having its magic power absorbed, the soul had become this thin.

The stick figure glared angrily at Akaso Kaze.

But it dared not speak.

In its eyes, the other person was like a giant god, looking down from the sky.

Akaso Kaze waited for a while and found that the stick figure was growing slowly.

However, its speed was much slower than meditation.

It would probably take a day to recover into the original little fatty.

This is way too fragile.

【Ding, you have obtained a long-term magic source. Click to view detailed information about the magic source.】

Akaso Kaze clicked it.

The light screen changed, and a profile picture appeared—a real-life photo.

It was very similar to the soul.

Below it was a string of small text.

【Kishida, killed by Hitomi because of infidelity. Stimulating the magic source can increase the speed of magic power condensation.】

Oh?

There's even a shortcut like this!

Akaso Kaze cast the Hand of Thought and flicked the stick figure Kishida on the forehead.

The soul was so angry its face turned red, and it was clearly a circle larger.

There's a way!

Akaso Kaze was overjoyed.

Flick the little legs, flick the little arms, flick the forehead, flick the chest, flick the belly, flick...

He abused it severely.

In a moment's time, the stick figure turned into a little fatty.

"Magic Absorption!"

Sizzle.

It became a stick figure again.

【Ding, your magic power limit has been increased. Now, using Tier-One Magic can last for nine minutes.】

Another thirty days of hard cultivation saved.

Akaso Kaze continued to train it.

Beside the roller coaster, Hitomi remained silent.

Kudo Shinichi smiled coldly: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it; I've already asked the police to search inside the tunnel, and I'm sure there will be results soon."

Hitomi turned her head and looked over with a strange expression.

Kudo Shinichi's heart skipped a beat, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

At this time, the forensic officer Tome returned with people from the tunnel.

"Inspector, we didn't find anything inside the mountain tunnel, only some bloodstains, which should have sprayed from the deceased's head..."

"What? That's impossible!"

Kudo Shinichi widened his eyes. "Could there be no necklace or iron hook? Or things like pearls and steel wire?"

Tome shook his head.

"I led the police to search carefully, and apart from the bloodstains, there was nothing."

Kudo Shinichi was stunned.

【Ding, Passive Detection Magic effective. Hitomi's hatred toward you has decreased. Current hatred level is 2.】

"Human hearts are truly hard to fathom."

Akaso Kaze looked at the stick figure in the space with regret.

This soul had actually become numb.

Its eyes were blank, and its face was expressionless.

No matter how much he flicked it, it wouldn't get angry.

However, the magic power limit had already increased to twelve minutes, barely enough to use.

Akaso Kaze decided to leave.

He lifted his foot, then pulled it back.

Where can I go?

Although the identity issue had been solved by the system, having just transmigrated, he didn't have a single cent on him; even if he wanted to stay in a hotel, he couldn't.

Akaso Kaze thought for a moment and decided to solve the money problem first.

"Prediction Magic, where is the most money nearby?"

A large arrow appeared before his eyes instantly, pointing directly at the crowd watching the case ahead.

Akaso Kaze looked over following the arrow.

The end of the arrow pointed at a bald man in a suit, who was holding a briefcase tightly in his arms.

Akaso Kaze cast the Eye of Space.

A small hole appeared in the briefcase instantly.

Wow, so much!

The corners of Akaso Kaze's mouth curled up immediately.

He didn't rush to act, but first constructed a space to put the money.

There were police everywhere, and he didn't have an identity; he absolutely couldn't be discovered.

The space was constructed quickly, a full meter square.

"Hand of Thought."

An illusory palm appeared in the briefcase and grabbed a bundle of banknotes.

One bundle, two bundles, three bundles...

Soon, the bag was empty.

The bald man was looking nervously at the two men in black who were surrounded by the police as suspects, not noticing the change in the briefcase's weight at all.

Akaso Kaze sat on a bench not far from the police and began to count the banknotes in the space with his thoughts.

The Japanese Yen is really not worth much. ===== CHAPTER 7 =====