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I humbly sit on the floor and slowly close my eyes, taking a deep breath to absorb the Qi around me.

After this I enter my inner sea, seeking the Pata-Physical ladders to climb and glimpse the future that awaits me. However, I am disappointed. While reading the futures of mortals is easy, my future is obscured by a large, gold-colored door adorned with embedded gems.

The door could be said to be tall and wide enough to hide the stairs inside my inner sea that could tell me my destiny, my future but the problem never stops coming. 

I try pushing the door and feel an obstruction stopping it. I am particularly pissed due to this, but it's fine given the fact that the system has stopped coming to disturb me.

"Only Papa may enter."

A haunting voice echoes through the depths of my soul as if it intends to scratch my soul and suddenly find myself outside the Inner Sea. As I open my eyes, I'm met with the blank stares of three triplets. Fair enough It was definitely their voices that disturbed my cultivation.

As I rise to my feet, Acantha also stands up. I can't help but wonder how they don't see Hui Ying as strange and designate her as Threat. 'She nearly attempted to kill me and then also handcuffed me.'

Soon I brush aside these thoughts, I follow behind the triplet leaving my guards outside, phasing through the door with my super speed, and finally enter the room.

This time, there's no barrier or obstacle in my way but suddenly, a mysterious white smoke materializes right before my eyes, erasing the triplets from existence. However, since there's no means of ventilation remaining, it's quite given that the room is filled with the steam emitted from her taking a bath.

Looking at the situation I tap into my Qi sense and walk forward, feeling the energy guide my every step. A gentle breeze brushes against my face, causing me to moisten my dry lips with a quick lick.

Thereafter, I come across Hui Ying, who appears as unusual as always, never failing to stand out. She exudes a beauty that rivals that of any goddess, perhaps even surpassing them, emitting an aura reminiscent of a female bodhisattva like Tara or Guanyin. Hopefully, she should still be a mere woman, despite her groomed look that makes her pleasant.

I walk toward her and sit just beside her on the bed and simply look at her.

"What happened?" she asks, finally, given that I'm just staring at her face.

"Nothing, I was missing you," I reply.

"Very funny," she responds sarcastically. "I asked, 'what happened?'"

"And I believe that I just answered," I say, moving even closer to her.

She suddenly falls silent after hearing my response, glancing down at her lap, possibly feeling a bit embarrassed.

Seizing this golden chance, I throw petals of red and black roses at her, hoping to embarrass her even further.

She abruptly declares, "I won't talk to you any further," her words echoing loudly. But I just stare at her red-turned face, unable to look away and actually, nobody can ever help but fixate on her red-turned face, clearly displaying her deep embarrassment.

"And you do not need to," I say with a smirk. "I'm always in your heart after all."

"Who is in whose heart!" she screams, quickly getting up.

'She is quite fun to tease,' I think, and I grab her hand to pull her toward me. The result is obvious—I fail to move her hand even an inch.

She glares at me now, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm busy. If you do not have anything to say, then I'm going to leave."

"Then won't you allow me to lend a hand with whatever is occupying your time and keeping you busy? HUSBAND AND WIFE should share their problem shouldn't they" I express, embracing her warmly from behind.

"Who is your wife?" She denies the inevitable upcoming truth.

[Hui Ying: - *WIFE??????????????? HE CALLED ME WIFE. I hope it got recorded safely. I need to change my cultivation music with this. *]

"What are you busy with?" I ask her again, walking toward the table. I glance at the paperwork and cute and lovely photographs, which feature the mutilated body of a girl. Her measurements are possibly 9'8" with a current weight of 5080.97854 kg.

'The mushrooms growing on her dead body surely would have loved and thanked her for the nutrients she provided.'

"What's all this?" I ask and search in the file for the dead body's measurements.

"It's nothing." She replies.

"....It doesn't seem like nothing," I say.

...

After a moment of silence, she asks worriedly, "You really want to be involved in this case?"

I humbly nod and reaffirm "Yes, I can't just leave my wife worrying."

"You're with the Imperial force. It's not appropriate for you to step forward. Let the sects handle this situation." She says in worry.

"What's the stage of investigation?" I ask.

"That's..."

"WIFE!"

"Yes?" She says in a loud tone coming out of her imaginary worry.

"While you're worried about me being involved, there are innocent people getting killed by that monster. You can't just let a psychopath killer roam freely around, can you?"

"But the rules?" she protests, her voice wavering.

"Wife, I need to know," I insist gently. "Please, answer me."

She looks down, unable to respond immediately, the weight of her worry pressing down on her. After a moment of silence, she finally speaks.

"Fine but promise me that you won't put yourself in danger."

'Danger? you put me in danger when you pretended to be weak in front of me in Abyss '

"What do you want to know?"

'Did she forget I asked her about the stage of investigation.'

"Up until now, what methods have you employed to catch this monster?" I ask.

"We came across this b—"

"No, I'm not asking that. What methods have you employed up until now?" I interrupt, trying to keep her on track.

'I'm not interested in the Immaterial facts.'

"We used the formation art 'Eye of Death' to see what the victim might have seen just before her death, but it was too swift," she explains.

"Then you must have tried tracking him through his steps?" I press further.

"Yes, we used the formation art 'Nose of Death,' but it didn't help," she admits, frustration evident in her voice.

"That's quite interesting given that 'Nose of Death' is a classic formation art that can track a killer's steps with few exceptions."

"If 'Nose of Death' didn't work, then the killer is either no longer alive or the girl died more than 50 years ago."

"Yes, it's the latter. The poor girl was killed 96 years ago" she answers.

"What about the dryads?"

"The killer anticipated this and killed all the dryads, possibly."

"So, they simply disappeared. Any prime suspects?"

"None."

"Then any patterns you've noticed?"

"We tried to find some, but given it's 96 years old, there isn't much to go on, except the killer took the victim's heart."

"Well, you won't find it in the Kingdom of Purity."

"You want me to lead you to the crime scene?"

"No. I just want you to find all the cases of death that happened in a gruesome manner with signs of torture within the last thousand years."

"Wouldn't that be too much?"

"One more thing."

"What?"

"Separate the profiling on three cases- Kids, missing organs, different species and do keep in mind that I need closed cases too given the exception of Nose of Death means the killer is dead which opens the possibility of him being Undead or him having the ability to transfer his memory to others."

"Till what jurisdiction?"

"Randomly choose kingdom."

"Ok, but It may take even our magical Mirror some time to scan."

"It's fine," I say and look at the measurement of the victim reading it out -

Height - 9'8

Weight - 5081 kg.

Species- Demi-Human.

Tribe- Whale.

Gender- Girl.

"As per the investigation, the killer is currently believed to be an individual who is at least a hundred years old and may belong to a humanoid species of unknown origin," she says.

"What about the girl?" I ask.

"I contacted the Whale Tribe, but they are not cooperating," she replies.

"Let me read the file."

"Yes, take your time. I'll inform the MurimFantasia Federation to direct all kingdoms to do the profiling in their jurisdiction."

"Good, my Trouble."

"I'm not trouble." She retorts and I simply start reading out the file.

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Today has been quite hectic. I read the file by cramming through it and memorizing it at one glance.

After reading the file coupled with the help of the images and sand stored in the container, I could understand how such a killer must have possibly tortured her and how her mental process had been affected.

The story of this girl dying so miserably had gone like this. ──────

The skeleton and the heart lying around, and the souls entrapped around. The Whale girl has her leg pierced in with needles and stitched with needless.

The monster is nowhere around, and she is anticipating someone to help her. It is not hope but rather this whale girl knows someone will come and save her.

Blood is seeping out, and the spirit of death looms over her. She is not praying to the Almighty. She is hopeless yet anticipating someone.

She doesn't move from her position because she is scared of opening her eyes and meeting up with that monster smiling at her. It is quite understandable to be hopeless and scared. From her point of view, the monster is the incarnation of Mara. But the girl didn't run away.

Night, one passes.

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Today, she actually talks to the monster and asks, "Do you genuinely believe you can do whatever you want? That's not how things work in the real world." Her words make the monster reflect. "Why not?" he wonders aloud. "Why not aspire to be powerful? Why not do whatever you want to do and do anything when you never face any consequences?"

It takes the monster a while to realize the negative aspect of that concept, and even now, he struggles to see it.

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The girl lies motionless as the needle plunges deep into her heart. Pain is a distant memory, hatred, a forgotten shadow. More fitting to say she's beyond pain for now whereas her consciousness and happiness dissipate like smoke.

Though I would praise the whale girl's heart as a strong, and unmoveable force against the Monster's vile experiment. The Monster, indifferent to her suffering, is a creature of self-absorption, his soul corroded by an unfathomable hatred.

Silent, she endures. Her tongue, stitched to her lips, prevents even a whisper of agony, and her body has been sewn together.

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The girl has finally fooled the monster. She is running, her torn-out skin flapping and floating due to the pressure of the air. This was made possible because She has removed the stitches that once bound her, freeing her body to move.

But this made her sweat, and blood mix together. It gives the surrounding air a smell akin to sewer. The reason is that she was not allowed to take a bath by the Monster. She was also not allowed to brush her teeth by the Monster.

The concept of hygiene was made foreign to her by the Monster. But she couldn't care less about hygiene right now despite being a girl of a whale tribe.

She desperately ran and ran. Her eyes are red and the pain in her head continues to increase. The body has dripped almost all of her blood and there is no food she can find currently. 

The heat and humidity have made her shit blood, and she is suffering from diarrhea. 

But she is not losing her will to run. She is still hopeless but not convictionless.

She crawls and tries to finally leave the tall grasses and enter the forest.

She is about to die, and she now looks like a skeleton for a whale tribe, and she still crawls because It's better to die than be with that Monster...

The power of the mind is quite impressive. It can manifest your desires into reality. She finally succeeds. The happiness knows no bounds. She musters up some strength and comes near it. The award is just there. But for the Green colored Giant Pigs. They like her smell.

They ran like pigs when they smelled this whale girl with a black charcoal face over her that made her unpleasant to look from human eyes. But only the Human eye. Evidently there, somewhere, everywhere there are species in Jungles who like the smell of vulnerable ugly girls.

Now there are some short and some tall pigs. They take turns tormenting her, and though the water is so close, it remains out of her reach, each drop looks a mile away to her and she fails to get a drop of water though some peculiar splash had been given to her by pigs.

The pigs left after having their fun. And with no strength, she continued to lie down.

The day passes and thereafter the night passes. Now there are insects feeding on her body and She eats the insects that are on top of her body.

Now She doesn't know the pigs were raised by the Monster himself. And it's too late to realize this as the liquid injected to her has started doing its effect.

The liquid was refined with the intent of Xe Jin Sword intent. It could be broken down into 6 steps.: - Running, Crawling, enlightenment, Return, Emptiness, Enlightenment.

But the Tragedy was that the Poison was made with the Yang Eternal flame Poison.

After 1 year of being continuously burned.

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Her body burned and gored out, but she still lives and doesn't die all due to the simple reason that the Monster masturbates on her misery.

The monster got bored and approached, its appearance a horrifying mix of darkness and terror, a creature that humans couldn't even begin to understand. Every step it took sent shivers down her spine like a drumbeat signaling the arrival of something terrible.

She could feel its intense gaze on her, a burning, invasive power that crushed any hope she had left.

In that moment, caught between unbearable pain and overwhelming sadness, she finally grasps the true nature of her suffering. It isn't just the physical agony that tortures her, but the complete helplessness, the knowledge that her torment is designed solely to satisfy the twisted desires of the Monster that takes pleasure in her misery.

The Monster smiles looking at the girl's eyes that have become blurry and could hardly open.

But she is lucky. In Whale girl's thought the Monster was simply an incarnation of Mara.

How wrong the girl was. The Monster isn't the embodiment of evil or Mara in human form; the Monster is much scarier. In fact The monster considers himself as fully Mortal and fully God in a gnostic sense. In his world, Satan or the devil doesn't exist.

Instead, the Monster defines itself as undominated, without a name, The Monster is Unnamable, with no human form, Monster laughs, with no Gender, Monster rejoices, and screams he is the One who has his own alien appearance with a uniqueness that surpasses everything.

It would never let her die so easily. He'd keep her alive as long as possible....

'So, he kept her alive while the Mushroom decomposed her body?'