Chapter 192: Fate Beast
Chapter 192: Fate Beast
After returning to Kitsuwa City, Fang Jing decided to go into seclusion.
…The matters of the Corpse Hounds and Fang Hunters were completely pushed to the back of his mind.
He was neither the savior of this world nor capable of solving all the problems at once.
His conflict with the Corpse Hound faction arose solely from his consideration to protect himself.
His actions, however, naturally caused major ripples afterward, dealing a severe blow to the Corpse Hound forces.
The three major factions—Oblique Tooth, Phantom Jaw, and Wild Fang—suffered heavy losses in the battle at the Aobanuma Research Institute, which also disrupted the plans of certain individuals with ulterior motives.
Originally, the Corpse Hounds had planned meticulously. They launched several large-scale attacks that day, forcing the Fang Hunters to race around exhaustively. At the same time, they used drugs to conceal their identities, secretly ambushing and killing many Fang Hunters.
The independent faction within the three branches of the Fang Hunter Organization suffered the most severe losses, while the old and emerging factions were also hit to varying degrees.
After the fall of the Aobanuma Research Institute, the director of the Kagami God Room, also known as the eleventh division’s “Tōshō” Myojin Rogenzai, unexpectedly disappeared without a trace.
Even the important treasure, “Heart Iron Matrix,” vanished along with Director Myojin Rogenzai, plunging the Kagami God Room into chaos.
However, these details had little to do with Fang Jing, who was far away in Kitsuwa City.
Fully immersed in his seclusion mode, he paid no attention to the turmoil outside, focusing entirely on the changes within himself.
He could sense that the “Fierce Wrath” Fate Grade would have a profound impact on him in the future.
And indeed, as this Fate Grade matured, he could feel his body undergoing changes once again.
Fang Jing opened his eyes wide, his eyes bloodshot. In the pitch-black room with the lights off, he sat cross-legged on the floor alone.
He also had a large dog feeding bowl placed in front of him, containing a whole piece of raw meat that was completely red with some white fat.
At this moment, Fang Jing stared intently at his body, his gaze shifting to his right shoulder.
Crack!
Pop!
Something bulged out from under the skin of his exposed right shoulder, beginning to rise and writhe beneath the muscles.
Fang Jing furrowed his brows, keeping a close watch in that direction.
That was the source of the change, now breaking out of its cocoon and transforming into something eerie.
It was as if a foreign object had mixed into his muscles. He clenched his fists, and the bones and tendons throughout his body creaked, while his muscles swelled and bulged.
It was coming!
He remained aware, his gaze unwavering.
Something deep within his flesh was naturally released. From a corner of his shoulder, a crack split open, like a gaping mouth or the jaw of a beast.
Fine, sharp teeth emerged from the crack. There were no eyes, ears, or nose—only a deformed lower jaw, slowly opening its mouth.
Through swelling, bursting, splitting, and curling, the beastly mouth continued to writhe. “It” was an alien entity existing within Fang Jing’s body. The two ends of the mouth split apart, revealing rows of stark white teeth.
This was completely unlike anything Fang Jing had ever known. It was filled with an evil and eerie atmosphere, slowly moving from his shoulder to his arm and forearm. Finally, “it” reached the palm of his hand. The center of Fang Jing’s palm had turned into a strange beastly mouth, making a grinding, gnawing sound.
Fang Jing picked up the raw meat and fed it to the foreign entity that had grown on his right hand. The thing devoured it greedily, emitting a chilling chewing sound.
“It” finished off about half a pound of raw meat before finally sticking out its tongue and wagging it contentedly.
After half an hour, the abnormality in his palm gradually disappeared, and Fang Jing let out a slight sigh of relief.
This was the result of the transformation of the “Fierce Wrath” Fate Grade. Since his return, Fang Jing had sensed that something was off.
After absorbing Fate Grades from the outside, “Fierce Wrath” waited to hatch like insect eggs. What emerged from the cocoon was something indescribable.
“This should be a ‘Fate Beast.’ I never expected something from the game ‘Peerless Fate’ to appear in reality, though it’s not exactly the same as in the game—at least in the game, it wasn’t this disgusting…”
He looked at the skill bar and clearly saw that he had gained a new icon.
(Fate Beast: Beast of Rage)
Fang Jing observed carefully and noticed a brief explanation in text below it.
“Beast of Rage: Degraded Fate Beast, no evolution level. The holder of this Fate Beast can enhance their focus through rage, strengthening their willpower resistance.”
“Secondary Talent: Rage Blood Aura—Increases attack power through extreme fury. While the blood aura boils and burns the self, it also burns your enemies.”
Fang Jing didn’t fully understand the explanation, but having another new skill wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. However, the “Fate Beast” was just too bizarre. Who could have imagined such a thing living inside his own body?
He placed the feeding bowl on the floor and closed his eyes. The Life Magnetic Field within him, which existed in a field-like state, began to rotate, releasing a healing wave.
This special wave emitted a Life Magnetic Field frequency that continuously penetrated his internal organs, improving his physiological circulation, accelerating metabolism, and activating the cells of his organs and tissues.
If he were injured, the Life Magnetic Field would also help enhance his self-healing ability. The human body naturally has regenerative capabilities, and the unique quality of the Life Magnetic Field is to promote these functions in a positive direction.
“Last time, during the fight with the Corpse Hounds, I repeatedly used ‘Twin Dragon God.’ I could feel that my heart had suffered some damage because such explosive attacks place too much strain on the body…”
In addition, his prolonged use of “Inner Ghost Gate,” combined with a series of battles, had caused subtle injuries to his body. Although these minor injuries weren’t much for someone with his strong physical condition,
they could accumulate and lead to internal problems. He wasn’t like the Corpse Hounds, with their incredible regenerative abilities, so these issues would definitely have a significant impact on his physical functions.
“Fortunately, with the ‘Life Magnetic Field’ ability brought by the Life Magnetism Fate Grade, I can take preventive measures and gradually recover over time.”
Before long, Fang Jing felt a warm sensation all over his body, incredibly comfortable and relaxed.
After resting for a while longer, he felt refreshed and his mind became even clearer. Only then did he straighten his back, press a remote control, and a few electronically controlled blinds automatically opened. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the faint light of dawn was visible.
This seclusion space was a large gym, with a floor made of cypress wood and various fitness equipment arranged to the side, creating a dazzling array.
He stretched his body, then lightly jumped up, grabbing two rings. Like a gymnast, he began a series of movements: hanging, supporting, handstands. His movements were incredibly quick and powerful, showcasing his perfect control over his body.
After completing a series of standard circular movements, he performed a somersault and twist, landing firmly on his feet.
“Mr. Nishizuka.”
Ōsumi walked in from outside the door. When Fang Jing was in seclusion, he would use the remote to automatically lock all doors and windows, forbidding anyone from entering.
When he ended his seclusion, he would naturally open the doors. Ōsumi must have been waiting for a while before coming in.
“We have obtained the information you requested earlier.”
He came to report on this matter.
“Good, just leave it there.”
Fang Jing nodded.
Ōsumi lowered his head and said cautiously, “Also, Old Man Wakabayashi’s funeral is being held today.”
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Old Man Wakabayashi ultimately passed away that summer.
He died while in a coma, so he likely didn’t suffer much pain.
Since Old Man Wakabayashi was a senior executive of the Murakami Group and highly respected, many people naturally came to pay their respects.
The Murakami Group certainly sent representatives, and local underworld leaders also gathered to show their respect.
Some acquaintances from the political and business circles also sent people to offer condolences.
The funeral even caught the attention of some media outlets.
Japanese funeral customs are mainly based on Buddhist traditions. During the farewell ceremony, Fang Jing held the hand of Old Man Wakabayashi’s young daughter, Shiori, as they sat in the funeral hall. A monk chanted sutras noisily.
Shiori looked completely lost. The successive departures of her parents likely hadn’t fully sunk in for her yet.
The nine-year-old girl, dressed in a black mourning dress, sat beside Fang Jing.
“Shiori, are you tired?”
He leaned down and asked the little girl softly.
Under Old Man Wakabayashi’s arrangements, Shiori had essentially become his adopted daughter.
She did not fully understand what it meant to have him as her “righteous father,” but from his appearance, Fang Jing seemed like a kind older brother, and he had been taking care of her these past few days.
This made Shiori feel as if she understood something.
“I’m not tired,” she replied quietly.
“Good girl!” Fang Jing patted her little head.
“If you really are tired, it’s okay. I can ask Lady Shikibu to take you to rest.”
Lady Shikibu was a middle-aged woman assigned to take care of Shiori’s daily needs.
In response to his words, Shiori shook her head, insisting on continuing to sit there.
Fang Jing could only give a wry smile and stayed with her until evening.
By dusk, an unexpected visitor arrived at the funeral.
“Is this the place?”
A tall figure stood at the entrance of the mourning hall.
It was a foreigner with a very curved nose bridge, what people commonly called a hooknose.
On either side of his high nose bridge were a pair of green eyes.
A cold, reptilian smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
“Is this… the territory of the Iwamoto Group?”
The foreign man strode inside, followed by a group of people all dressed in black suits.
“Who are you—?”
The host greeting guests asked in a low voice but was pushed aside by a hand, nearly falling to the ground.
“Don’t block the BOSS’s way…”
A tall black man tilted his neck. He was over two meters tall and appeared to be the foreign man’s bodyguard.
“Gentlemen, we are holding a funeral here. If you have no business, please leave…”
Higashi Yuantai and the members of the Iwamoto Group stood up.
Because it was a funeral, they didn’t intend to start a fight immediately, but everyone was angry—causing trouble at such an occasion was clearly picking the worst timing.
“I am Hahn, Hahn of the Black Devourer Syndicate.”
The foreigner narrowed his eyes into slits and showed a cold smile.
Higashi Yuantai’s face suddenly changed, turning pale.
He knew what that name meant—it was one of the three leaders of the Black Devourer Syndicate, a higher-ranking executive than Kuki Muen.
“What?!”
As the name of the Black Devourer Syndicate was announced, the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
Everyone stared at the foreigner with hostile eyes.
“Hahaha… please don’t be angry, everyone.”
Hahn laughed.
“You must be Mr. Higashi Yuantai! I heard that old Mr. Wakabayashi passed away, and I came specifically to pay respects to the deceased. But if you are not welcoming, then forget it…”
Higashi Yuantai hesitated for a moment before speaking calmly, “Mr. Hahn, you surely haven’t forgotten so easily! The relationship between our Iwamoto Group, the Sunao-gumi, and your side is not that cordial.”
“There’s only been a little friction between us. I came this time hoping to take this opportunity to express some apology.”
Hahn seemed to look at him with a hint of a sneer.
Higashi Yuantai slightly closed his eyes.
“Fine! Since you are a guest, we have no intention of refusing.”
Hahn chuckled and nodded.
Higashi Yuantai and the Iwamoto Group members sat back down, looking displeased.
Hahn then led his men forward to pay their respects.
In fact, his sudden appearance left the Iwamoto Group and Sunao-gumi members somewhat baffled.
“This must be Miss Shiori, daughter of old Mr. Wakabayashi, right?”
Hahn spotted Shiori sitting to the side as a member of the bereaved family and smiled faintly.
“Please accept my condolences.”
His eyes fixed on Shiori, who felt an inexplicable fear and shrank behind Fang Jing in fright.
Some members of the Iwamoto Group stood up from their seats, glaring at him angrily.
Hahn gave a dark laugh. “And this is…”
“I am her relative.”
Fang Jing spoke calmly.
“Pleased to meet you…”
After saying this, Hahn turned and left with his men.
“That man… is very troublesome. We should find a chance to take him out.”
After Hahn left, Fang Jing said to Higashi Yuantai. The man named “Hahn” gave him a bad feeling.
He had an intuition that this guy might be very difficult to deal with.
“Let’s not rush. At least now is not the time. We don’t have enough strength to confront the Black Devourer Syndicate yet…”
Higashi Yuantai said in a low voice, “We should take down the Murakami Group first. Hahn’s purpose here is unclear, but at least the Black Devourer Syndicate doesn’t seem ready to start a fight with us now.”
Fang Jing glanced at him and said casually, “Then we’ll do as you say. Notify me if anything comes up…”
(On second thought, I won’t follow and kill anyone today. After all, I have my own matters to attend to during this time…)
The conflicts between gangs meant nothing to him; Fang Jing was more focused on his own affairs.
He remembered the documents Ōsumi had delivered in the morning and felt he should focus his energy on that instead.