Don't force me to use my right fist.

"Huh?"

Without hesitation, Zuoyou took the virtual enchantment book from his hand. As soon as he did, his level 45 experience bar instantly jumped to 42e. The golden crystal of goodwill in the enchanting table vanished. But Zuoyou knew he'd struck gold. This enchantment was truly amazing. The original fishing rod could only slightly pull the hooked object towards the user; most of the time, it was just for fishing, maybe with a carrot dangling from a pig's head. But with this enchantment, things were different. Zuoyou knew the gist of the "traction" enchantment; many mods had already recreated this effect. Simply put, if he enchanted his fishing rod with this, he could rename it "Hook Claw." The 3D Maneuver Gear is not impossible to use. For Sasuke, who currently lacks useful means of movement, this is definitely a top-tier divine skill.

"However, why does it feel like my attack methods are starting to look familiar?" whl

Saku, scratching his head, took out an anvil and spent five levels of experience to enchant a complete fishing rod with the enchantment book, and then said...

Chapter 85 Talent is still very important

As soon as Kaguya returned home, she saw the maid in the suit she had assigned to Saya approaching. Without saying a word, Kaguya could roughly tell what Saya had done just from the scent on her.

Where are the others?

Instinctively taking a half step back, a hint of fear flickered across Kaguya's cold face. The thing Saku had made last time was still too powerful, leaving her with considerable psychological trauma.

"Miss, he's secretly stewing that stuff under his room again! I can't stand it! Two patrolling security guards have already been knocked unconscious by the smell."

The girl who had reached out to her young mistress noticed that she had taken a half step back. What kind of person was this? Although Sawa was basically a good person with no bad habits and would never make any extra demands on servants like them.

But is his hobby something a carbon-based life form could actually do? Every day he'd be churning out bizarre culinary creations in that basement he'd somehow managed to build, the smell seeping through the foundation. She really couldn't stand him anymore. She'd even be willing to go to the battlefield if the young lady arranged for her to stay away from him; anything was fine as long as she wasn't around this guy.

“You have to endure it even if you can’t stand it. I don’t trust anyone else if you’re not there to keep an eye on him.” Kaguya rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache. She knew that with Saya’s hobbies, not everyone could tolerate him, but she couldn’t completely ignore him either. She had to find out what he was doing. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Saya, but if she left him alone, he would eventually tear down the entire Yuzaki family. The purple-haired girl in the suit fell silent. She knew her young mistress’s personality, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"So, is he still at home?" Kaguya retreated a couple more steps from the room that still smelled strange, before pinching her nose and asking.

"He's gone. He just said something about finally cooking something, then took a shower and left." The purple-haired girl shook her head. Kaguya's only orders to her were to keep an eye on him when he was at home; she hadn't been told to go out with him to spy on him or anything like that.

"Okay, I understand. You should take a shower too. Remember to have someone get some incense from his room later; the house will get smelly sooner or later." Hearing that Zuo You wasn't there, Zuo You, after enchanting the room, decided to dig a little deeper just to be safe and finally made the culinary disaster he'd been wanting to finish for a while. The smell was as pungent as ever, but he was really drooling over the buff. It wasn't that he absolutely had to use it when he got there, but having it ready beforehand was never a bad idea.

At this moment, he was back at school again. It was already an hour after school had ended, and Saya couldn't be sure if Mr. Ge was still at school or had gone back. Anyway, it wouldn't hurt to check his studio first. Then Saya discovered another embarrassing problem. Without Amakawa Tsubasa to lead the way, how was he supposed to know where the teacher's studio was? He couldn't very well call her and say he was lost at school, could he? He'd be laughed at afterward. Determined to solve the problem himself, Saya decisively chose to ask a lucky student who was still lingering at school after class for help. Asking questions was always one of his good qualities.

However, after he stood waiting for two minutes at the foot of the teaching building, the girl coming down the stairs made him involuntarily turn his head.

Why is it this guy again? The moment that blue hair appeared, Saku covered his face, too ashamed to look any longer. Then there was that kind of not-so-bright aura that could be detected even from a distance.

This can be clearly seen from the girl's silly grin as she held her schoolbag.

"Let's find someone else."

Sawa silently turned his face away and stood in the corner, hoping she wouldn't notice his shadow.

"Hey? Isn't this Saya-kun? You skipped class again today—a whole day! I might have to give up my number one spot in the grade to you in the future."

What you fear most is what happens. Whether it's because Saya's aura is too conspicuous or because this guy has built-in radar, a glint flashed in the blue-haired girl's eyes, and then she hopped up behind Saya while swinging her schoolbag and patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

As for the top spot in the grade, without even mentioning that Yuuichi Yodo would definitely be last, he'd be near the bottom.

"It's okay, Aqua. You have to believe that some things depend on talent. No matter how hard you try, it's still quite difficult to reach your level."

Saya turned around seriously and answered her earnestly.

"Hey, are you praising me? Well, I'll accept it then." The blue-haired girl grinned and scratched the rather cute round hair accessory on her head.

Sōyū was utterly exasperated by this girl who couldn't even crack a joke. He chuckled helplessly before asking her why she hadn't gone home so late.

"Hey, because I got nine points on my math mock exam, the teacher kept me after school for extra lessons. As for Mami, she said she'd wait for me here. Saya-kun didn't see her."

Being kept after school for extra lessons is not something to be happy about. Even Aqua felt a little embarrassed and secretly skipped over the topic to ask.

"Hmm? I arrived here five minutes ago, but I didn't see the Mami-senpai you mentioned." Saya frowned slightly. His connection with that blonde girl with twin ponytails always gave him an indescribable sense of crisis.

"Bully? That can't be right. Maybe Mami went to the dance studio to practice. So, Saya, what's the reason you came to school at this time? Could it be that you've changed your mind and want to join the Church of Axis?" The girl's eyes flashed with anticipation as she turned to Saya and asked.

"No, I'm here to look for someone. By the way, do you know where Professor Ge Shan's studio is?"

Sōyū quickly denied it, not wanting to be bothered by this guy again.

"Qin? What a coincidence! Professor Geshan's art studio and Mami's dance studio are in the same building. I'll take you there."

Aqua, who was leading the way with her arms outstretched in a takeoff pose, did not notice the conflicted expression on Saya's face behind her.

"I said, there can't be such a coincidence, can there? Is she really that unlucky?"

Saku silently complained in his heart about a certain senior.

Chapter 86 This is also a characteristic

The art studio wasn't particularly far from the teaching building; it only took a few minutes for Saya and Aqua to reach a classroom. Fortunately, Saya's worries didn't materialize. Through the classroom window, they could both see a blonde girl practicing ballet alone inside. Dressed in a leotard, the girl displayed a supple figure unique to her age, and her elegant dance steps earned Saya's admiration.

"Hey, Saya-kun, Asami-chan has a great figure, right? I'm only telling you this, but she doesn't even have a boyfriend yet. If you've thought it through, joining our church might give you a great opportunity to get closer to her."

Aqua, who hadn't given up yet, raised her eyebrows at Saya, her eyes conveying a clear message.

"If you're not interested, can't you find someone else? Let me tell you a secret, Kaguya is a pretty easy person to talk to. Maybe you can persuade her to join, and then you can have as much funding as you want." Saku and Kaguya hid outside the dance studio, Saku shaking his head like a rattle-drum, using Kaguya as his shield.

"Huh? Kaguya-san is anything but easy to talk to. You can't even see her in person. And she always has that cold face when she appears. She's only easy to talk to because of you."

The usually carefree Aqua shook her head. Even she wouldn't believe the nonsense Saiyu was spouting. Did he really think she was a fool?

"Then I can only wish you find a new member soon. But since you've already found Mami, I'll be going now. The art studio should be on the third floor, right?"

Saku pushed Aqua toward the door and then crouched down and left. The two girls were getting all lovey-dovey, and he'd just be a third wheel. Besides, that wasn't why he'd come; he'd better get down to business.

Following Aqua's directions, they arrived at a tightly closed room. Thick curtains completely blocked the windows from the inside, and the room was locked, suggesting that no one was inside.

He went up and knocked on the door. Saya listened to the sounds inside.

After waiting for a long time without any sound coming from inside, Sayu finally realized that his teacher, Kuzuyama, had most likely already gone home after get off work.

But since we're already here, it's good to double-check.

Saya leaned against the door of the room. After glancing at the lock on the door, he snapped his fingers as if he had thought of something. He took a small wooden button out of his backpack and casually placed it on the wall next to the door.

I gently pressed it down with my hand, and the originally tightly closed [body] instantly opened automatically from the inside.

Yeah, that's part of his character. Even Sawa himself doesn't understand why, but he just doesn't make sense. Perhaps Amakawa Tsubasa is right. He's really suited to be a master thief or something.

As soon as he opened the studio door, Sōyū felt a strange, eerie wind blowing out. He instinctively sniffed and his brows furrowed.

Stepping into the completely sunless studio, Zuoyou searched for a long time but couldn't find the light switch. It was as if the studio's owner didn't need light; Zuoyou could only pull a torch from his backpack to illuminate the entire room.

It's more like a light bulb than a torch. Not only does it provide no heat, but the flame never goes out, which is perhaps one of the magical features of Minecraft.

The small studio was quickly illuminated by the torch in Sōyū's hand. Sōyū scratched his chin as he looked at the paintings that filled the room. The paintings depicted either a lonely ancient well, or a pair of pure black eyes filled with resentment. Even more extreme was the portrait of a faceless woman in white hanging in the very center.

Although she is a woman in white, her limbs and hair are painted with bright red paint, giving the whole painting an eerie feeling that makes one's hair stand on end. Of course, this only applies to ordinary people; for an old fox like Sawa, there is no fear involved.

He was only somewhat interested in the red dye.

It goes without saying that the painting was of his old friend, Zhen, but the strange smell of the paint used to create it gave Sōyū a strange sense of familiarity. He reached out and smeared some paint on the still-damp paper, then held it to his nose and sniffed it carefully.

And it's human blood. Does that mean that besides Kaguya, others have also fallen victim to this guy's evil deeds?

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Ah Zhen is an evil spirit, and with such immense power, it would be a shame for her not to do something when she has nothing to do.

However, this is not something to be happy about for Sawa.

Frowning, Saya scanned the studio, then shifted his gaze from the paintings to a brush holder. With a hint of disdain, he reached in and rummaged around inside, eventually finding something.

A rather thick finger.

Judging from its shape, it should belong to a boy. There are no calluses or dead skin covering it, which suggests that the owner of this finger is not very old. The blood at the cut is not completely dry, which means that the finger was cut off less than a day ago.

"They're really showing off, but I have no idea what they're up to."

Sōyū put the finger back into the pen holder and sighed. Since things had come to this, he had even less reason not to continue investigating. He hoped that the unfortunate child was just missing a finger, although he himself thought that was unlikely.

"I've almost found the person. Just give me the address of Ge Shan, the art teacher in the class. I'll contact you again when all the high-end orders are ready."

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Kaguya's cold voice revealed a hint of worry, but she quickly concealed it.

"No problem, Yuli. Oh, by the way, come over and tear down this guy's art studio at school. It's not good if the stuff inside gets out. Or you can just call the winery people to clean up the mess; they're professionals in this area."

Saya confidently flexed his wrist. If he couldn't even handle this kind of thing himself, then even if the Hanesaki family came, they wouldn't be of much use.

Chapter 87 I Want to Learn to Draw!

In a somewhat secluded little villa on the outskirts of Tokyo.

After finishing a day of teaching, Ge Shanzhong returned home, placed his bag on the table, and leaned back wearily on the sofa. The room was dark; all the light came from the screen of the somewhat old-fashioned desktop television in front of him.

Strange clips were playing on a loop on the screen. If Sawa were here, he would easily recognize them as the content playing from the cursed videotape.

Takayama Nakamasa ignored the video playing inside. After stretching and turning his neck, he picked up a photo frame from the table next to him. Carefully stroking the photo with his fingers, Takayama Nakamasa's eyes were filled with fascination as he looked at the picture.

"Zhen Huizi, wait for me. I will definitely complete my mission, and you will definitely come back to life." Speaking to the person in the photograph in a gentle tone, as if to a lover, words only he himself could understand, Katsuyama Nakamasa pressed the photograph to his chest and slowly closed his eyes.

A pale, inhuman arm rested on his shoulder and slowly moved toward his face.

"What I know is not enough; it's not enough to free you from the fear that binds you to this videotape."

He grabbed that cold hand with his backhand, and Ge Shanzhongzheng opened his eyes again, but this time only violence and cruelty remained in them.

"That damned Hell Correspondence of Tosei! Nobody cares about the rumors I spread about the cursed videotapes! And that damned young lady of the Hanesaki family, why doesn't she just die?!" He slammed his fist on the table, causing all the old videotapes on it to vibrate—and the wailing of women could be heard coming from each one.

"I understand. We need to be patient. We still have plenty of time and opportunities."

Relieved, Ge Shanzhong adjusted his mindset and slowly stood up from the sofa. The white-clad woman, who had appeared beside him at some point, walked to the side room.

She was described as a woman in white, but her face, already rotten and infested with maggots, was no longer recognizable as human. Yet, even so, Geshan Zhongzheng still held her close as gently as if she were his lover.

"Come on, let me show you the new full-body portrait I painted for you. You used to love looking at these the most." Pushing open the study door, Ge Shanzhong pointed to the painting he had painstakingly created and said with a hint of pride.

Like the painting in his studio, this one also depicts a woman in white, but unlike the previous one, this woman has a face. Although similarly covered in blood-red paint, her serene and terrifying features are still visible. But what is most chilling is that in this small study, several corpses are neatly arranged to one side, their chests ripped open, blood saturating their bodies, and inside, fingers are embedded. Just looking at it is enough to send shivers down one's spine. Using blood as dye, fingers as brushes, and corpses as a palette, this painting was completed under these circumstances.

But there was no fear in Geshan Zhongzheng's eyes, only an almost fanatical and insane emotion flowing through them, as if he had created some kind of earth-shattering work of art.

"Ah, what a beautiful portrait! But even this can't compare to even a fraction of your beauty," said Ge Shan Zhongzheng, gazing tenderly at the white-clad woman he was pulling beside him. Just as he was about to pounce on her, the doorbell rang, shattering the eerie atmosphere of the room. The white-clad woman vanished, and Ge Shan Zhongzheng quickly closed the study door, turning to the peephole to check the visitor's identity. Standing there was a girl in the special uniform of Sakura Academy, her short silver hair tied with a green ribbon. Her delicate face, filled with anticipation, kept ringing the doorbell.

"Who are you?"

After a moment's thought, Ge Shanzhong frowned, opened the door, and stood in the doorway, asking, "Why would this girl choose this time to come find me?"

"Hello, Mr. Ge Shan, I'm Ye Lianye, a student from the middle school." Seeing him open the door, the girl standing there briefly introduced herself, then, seemingly extremely shy, bowed her head to him.

"Hmm? And then?"

Ge Shanzhong narrowed his eyes; he still couldn't understand why this girl had come to find him.

"Teacher!"