Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 94, Section 92: Preparations for Revenge

Iwasaki had taken the Rejuvenation Pill earlier, and it took effect almost immediately, restoring his body to unprecedented health.

However, the long period of bed rest still made him feel awkward about his initial actions, like a person who had just successfully possessed another body trying to tame their limbs, as if playing a game of Humanity's Fall Flat.

Goto was stunned by Iwasaki's sudden ability to move on his own, but he still subconsciously obeyed Iwasaki's command, removing his catheter and letting him try to use the toilet on his own again.

During this process, she drew all the curtains, and because the door could not be locked from the inside, she temporarily blocked it with something. She even drew a small curtain over the monitoring window on the door.

To ensure that no outsiders would see this scene.

"Mr. Iwasaki, do you need my help?"

Seeing Iwasaki's difficult steps, Goto couldn't help but offer to help.

"Need not."

Iwasaki didn't let her help him; he maintained his balance and slowly walked to the bathroom, where he painstakingly expelled a little liquid himself.

five years.

He was finally able to use the toilet by himself.

Leaning against the sink, he looked at himself in the mirror, a stiff, emotionless smile appearing on his lips.

"Iwasaki Toshitaka."

After silently repeating the name, he washed his face and left the bathroom.

In just a few short minutes, he had already become familiar with how his body worked, and he got back into bed much faster than when he first got out of bed.

“From now on, you only need to follow my orders, and I will give you the money in cash, one payment at a time. As for Kamei, if you want, I can make her leave this sanatorium today.”

As long as Goto is willing to be a qualified confidant, Iwasaki doesn't care about money, which is an external thing.

From the moment he gained his abilities and regained his health, money was no longer a problem for him, and he was no longer interested in it.

"Hello, Mr. Iwasaki, there's no need to rush about Kamei's matter."

Goto nodded nervously; she still longed for money.

There is no rule that says a timid, insecure, kind person cannot like money.

She didn't know what changes had occurred in Iwasaki, but she knew how incredible this scene, which could be described as a medical miracle, was.

There are other paralyzed patients in the sanatorium, some of whom have even started using brain-computer interfaces, but they still need a long recovery period to move around, otherwise they wouldn't have been admitted.

Iwasaki is a paraplegic, and even his neck retains only some mobility. He just got out of bed alive and well, and within a few minutes, he recovered to a state almost like a normal person.

This is simply beyond medical explanation; it can only be described as a miracle.

Because the muscles that were originally atrophied now look fuller and firmer—but they weren't like this when she was caring for Iwasaki yesterday, so this is definitely not something that science can explain.

Just as Iwasaki had thought, she was too familiar with Iwasaki's body. After all, she had taken care of him for several years, and it would be difficult to hide any changes from her.

If one wants to maintain their identity as a paralyzed patient, then turning Goto into one of their own is the best option.

"From now on, take care of me as usual, but don't let anyone know that I've recovered. Keep the monitor on. If I have something to tell you, I'll blink three times, then you go to the bathroom, and I'll tell you what to do."

"I understand."

"Very good, now restore everything to normal and turn the power back on."

Iwasaki lay back down on the bed, just like he always did.

Goto clenched his fists and took a few deep breaths. First, he restored the curtains and other items to their original state, then turned on the power. After calming himself down, he began to give Iwasaki his morning care routine, just like before.

He seemed somewhat distracted, his fingers trembling.

Iwasaki remained silent as usual, mentally rehearsing his newly acquired ability. Now that everything was arranged around him, it was time to settle accounts.

That night.

In Iwasaki Kosuke's room, he left a phantom sleeping on the bed, and then his real body, through a blind spot under the bed, transformed into wisps of smoke and passed through the crack in the window to enter the outside world.

It was around 10 p.m., and the nightlife was just beginning. Neon lights flowed, and the bustling atmosphere filled with all kinds of life was clearly visible from above.

These things were very close to him before the car accident, within his reach.

Even if you witnessed the accident, you can't truly understand what it felt like.

The long-lost feeling of freedom only made him feel dazed for a moment, but he quickly broke free from his nostalgia.

Following the road signs, under the cover of darkness, he drifted to Akihabara in less than half an hour, found a cosplay shop that had already closed, and quickly found a suitable costume inside.

That was a Ringwraith outfit from Lord of the Rings.

Not only robes, but also gloves, shoes, interior decorations and swords were all provided.

Iwasaki first used paper to obscure the view of the surveillance cameras before crawling into the Ringwraith robes that had been deliberately displayed.

The black mist he transformed into quickly entered the black robe, creating the scene resembling an evil spirit possessing him.

A few seconds later, the black mist completely filled the robes, and the Ringwraith's fingers twitched.

Then, he gently raised one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the support frame that had been holding the clothes up fell neatly out of the robe.

Iwasaki carefully moved around in his hands, playing with the longsword for a while, and felt it was quite good.

Although this sword is not sharpened, it is indeed a real sword.

Now, this set of equipment belongs to him.

Beneath the black robe, his head was exactly the same as the Ringwraith's, completely black, like a bottomless abyss.

He spent some time assimilating the clothes, and then, without lingering, he took the clothes and transformed into a cloud of black mist, leaving the unfortunate shop.

The paper on the monitor fluttered down, barely noticeable in the dark green night vision mode; a valuable cosplay outfit had been stolen from the store.

"In the black fog state, the speed is only about 30 kilometers per hour, which is not fast. The only commendable feature is that it can avoid tangible damage and has strong concealment."

"In my current state, I need to meditate and rest every half hour, but in extreme cases, it is not impossible to maintain it for an hour. However, once I leave the state, I will be exhausted and have no energy left, which is too dangerous."

After flying through the black mist for half an hour, Iwasaki roughly assessed his current level of ability and weaknesses.

This state of black mist is not invincible.

If the other party is prepared and creates a confined space or a super-strong suction tool, then he will be at risk of being captured.

Even in windy weather, it might not be suitable to launch an attack in this state, as it would only be counterproductive.

Therefore, before each operation, the weather conditions must be known, surveillance must be destroyed, and witnesses must not be left alive.

This is the best way to delay the time it takes for your weaknesses to be discovered.

After finding a secluded spot to meditate and recover for half an hour, Iwasaki began to plan his future actions.

After feeling that his magical power had been restored to about 70-80%, he transformed into black mist again, flew into the air, and headed towards Adachi Ward.

He didn't actually know where Toshitaka Iwasaki's family lived, although the other members of the Iwasaki family certainly did. But he planned to find them through another route, without going through the family.

He happened to know which gang did the dirty work for the family.

(End of this chapter)