I can return to the age of mysterious

Chapter 40: 040 Second Retrospection_1 Chapter 40: 040 Second Retrospection_1 By then, the senior level of the Wind Elephant Gate wouldn’t just worship Casio like an ancestor, they would definitely reward him lavishly.

The one who bears firewood for the many should not be left to freeze in the snow.

The one who forges paths of liberty should not be entrapped in thorns.

Of course, how to reveal, by what means to reveal, who to reveal through. These considerations required some careful thinking.

Casio certainly wouldn’t dumbly reveal to the senior level of the Wind Elephant Gate directly. Everything would depend on the circumstances at that time.

“Black Sand City, Firmwood Town, Berna Mountain.”

He glanced at the address, inexplicably feeling a sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, Casio’s eyes lit up, “Is this a coincidence? This is Li Wei’s hometown: Flower Road Village of Firmwood Town, Black Sand City.”

He suddenly stood up and muttered to himself, “What’s the date today?”

“The 28th.” Casio nodded slightly: “The time of the demon shadow manifestation is at six in the afternoon on July 4th, there’s plenty of time.”

“I need to make a trip to Black Sand City for a field investigation… If things go smoothly, by then I’ll probably have a reason for finding the origin of Orchid Heart Grass. Going back to my hometown? There’s no better excuse!”

Four days later, at the train station in Baichuan City.

A weary-looking young man in an overcoat disembarked, his face showing signs of exhaustion, but his eyes were still bright. He left the train station, hailed a horse carriage, and returned to his apartment.

Today is July 2nd, he has one more day to prepare.

On the morning of July 3rd, the items that Casio temporarily borrowed from Matthew arrived. A young man handed him a bulging bag of documents and reminded Casio to use them carefully, if possible, not at all.

On the afternoon of July 3rd, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Baichuan City.

In the spacious and sealed space, the light was dimly yellow. There was a pile of assorted items at the edge of the warehouse, and the air was filled with a rotten smell.

On the side farthest from the warehouse door, a young man sat on a mahogany chair. He was playing with a black handgun in his hand.

After ensuring that the gun magazine was loaded and the safety could be disengaged at any time, Casio slipped the handgun back into his waist holster.

He was not a fool, and he definitely wasn’t someone who would just wait for death.

Although the Retrospective Ability was useful, no one could guarantee that they could complete the original owner’s obsession every time. If he failed to eliminate the obsession, then Casio could only return to reality and fight the Shadow Demon.

The Retrospective Ability was a somewhat stable hidden card, but better safe than sorry. He planned to probe some things above the original rules of the Shadow Demon, in an attempt to find loopholes.

For example, swallow a pill that weakens the whole body the day before, and take the antidote when the demon shadow manifests. Would he then face a weakened duplicate?

Or refrain from eating for two days, making himself weak. Or stay awake for two days, making himself neurasthenic. Or, like Casio now, bringing along a modern weapon. Surely, the Shadow Demon couldn’t reproduce weapons?

Perhaps if he was lucky, the Shadow Demon would be shot in the head and die as soon as it materialized. All these were still uncertain…

And so, with a somewhat expectant mood, time ticked away bit by bit until six in the afternoon on July 3rd. Casio at this time is the Shadow Demon that he would need to face a day later, which sounded like a mouthful, but could be understood upon deep contemplation.

Click, the minute hand on the dial pointed straight at six in the afternoon.

Casio didn’t budge, he was still waiting.

The best Retrospective time was seven in the afternoon, so that Casio would have enough time to deal with the Shadow Demon copy. At the same time, it would also minimize the chances of others discovering him killing his own self.

“May everything go smoothly.”

He exhaled, continuing to wait for the time to come.

Finally, as the outside of the warehouse was completely shrouded in darkness.

The black hand on the silver watch dial pointed at the seven o’clock position.

“Let’s begin.”

Casio squeezed the Wind Elephant Ivory pendant around his neck.

A familiar bitter taste filled his mouth, a stream of cool air seemed to appear out of nowhere in his mind, causing his head to tingle and swell.

On the upper right of his vision, the stored obsession energy began to drop bit by bit, and the cold sensation throughout his body gradually subsided.

“Obsession Energy: 2.3→0.8”
Buzz…

Casio felt his head buzzing, as if a diesel engine was running at high speed inside. He slowly looked around, and a vague enveloping feeling gradually spread. It was like a great swath of mysterious and unknown gray fog surging.

From his nostrils, the rotten smell in the warehouse gradually faded. Casio felt the whole world start to spin, accelerating! Accelerating again! His brain seemed to be thrown onto the ceiling.

At the moment his vision zoomed out indefinitely.

“Bang!!!”

A fist wrapped in bandages violently hit the sandbag.

The bag swayed backwards, and the metallic stand fastened to the ground creaked. The sandbag’s swing gradually eased.

“Phew…”

Casio exhaled a breath of stale air, looking around.

This was a room filled with sunlight, with a grey floor and white walls. There were two to three sun-facing windows on the right.

In the corner, several brown sandbags were hanging from five to six iron supports of varying sizes, all different weights. On the empty space on the far right of the rod, a white towel was hanging.

“Is this… the training room of the Wind Elephant Gate?”

Casio could vaguely hear the sound of punches striking from the neighboring room, the muffled pounding sound of hitting a sandbag.

It seemed like there were two to three people chatting.

Above his field of vision, a symbol of the Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant hovered in mid-air, with a meter-like scale next to it.

The situation was exactly the same as the first time he used Retrospection.

Casio had a thought, and a flood of information surged into his mind like a tide. He closed his eyes, standing in a corner of the training room.

The noon sunlight shone through the windows onto the wall, Casio was bare-chested, his robust copper-colored muscles rising and falling with his breath. Glistening sweat trickled down his muscular body, dampening his grey training pants bit by bit.

No one knows how long it was.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, frustration mingled with a hint of anger, “Damn it.” Casio couldn’t help but swear.

He knew that humans were creatures who adaptable to their surroundings.

Humans can bear a lot, and even influential figures can suppress their emotions when their entire family dies right before their eyes! But, patience is a double-edged sword, and that sword is meant to kill. Influential figures are like snakes, they coil their bodies to prepare for a better attacking position.

But Li Wei was different, he was too patient. So patient that the sword in his heart rusted and broke. As a result, he became submissive, sycophantic, and impotently angry.

“Li Wei, you really aren’t worth anyone’s sympathy…”

Casio picked up the white towel from the railing next to him.

A bang sound, the door to the training room was suddenly open.

Two students in grey combat suits, a man and a woman, walked in from the outside. As soon as the man saw Casio, he frowned and said irreverently.

“Li Wei… where are the training tools I asked you to get from the warehouse?”