Jujutsu

The familiar sensation of traveling.

The familiar sensation of landing.

When his consciousness materialized and the solid feeling of his feet touching the ground reached Riezel's senses, his eyes finally brightened, allowing him to see clearly.

But...

"Where the hell am I?"

The sight before him left Riezel standing there in a daze.

He was currently in a rather bizarre space.

Why was it bizarre?

Because this place did not seem real at all.

Towering residential complexes stood all around him. They were not skyscrapers, yet they were even taller than most skyscrapers, like countless dormitory buildings had been stacked atop one another. Though tall, they gave off an awkward, unnatural impression.

Countless pipes ran through every part of those towering buildings. Some crisscrossed between buildings, some crawled all over the walls, some piled up in corners, and others were embedded in all manner of places like sharp weapons. None of it looked normal.

Most abnormal of all, there was no sky in sight. All he could see was something like a ceiling, making Riezel feel as though he had entered a sewer—dark and damp.

Riezel had abruptly intruded into such a place, standing in a relatively open plaza like an uninvited guest about to enter the Ghost Market or hell itself. If this image were used in a horror movie advertisement, it would create an unsettling atmosphere instantly.

"What kind of place is this?"

Riezel frowned. A transparent gleam flashed in his eyes as he activated Clear World.

Yet to his surprise, Clear World, which normally magnified his senses without limit and allowed him to See Through even walls and barriers, was unable to See Through the surrounding buildings this time.

Instead, Clear World sensed a power that resembled magic power, was closer to spiritual power, yet was filled