Congratulations, My Friend

Kurosaki's eyes lit up as if he'd discovered a treasure. "Breaking free from the constraints of existing styles and developing a distinctive style of your own—that's exactly what I've always been striving for!"

He looked at the few original pages on the table. Just looking at them sent a chill through his entire body.

An ordinary comic character seemed to have a soul in this artist's hands.

It was as if he could see through the skin and draw the complexity of the human heart.

There were no gory scenes or ugly, repulsive ghosts. He simply drew people as he saw them, and that alone was enough to make viewers' blood run cold.

"He completely overturns common sense. It feels like he's analyzing people from a ghost's perspective."

Kurosaki had been drawing for over a decade and was a seasoned adult-comic artist. For the past few years, he'd been trying to change directions. He'd explored all kinds of styles and visited many famous comic artists, but none had ever made such a profound impression on him.

"I have to find him! I have to find the artist hiding in this haunted house!"

Kurosaki was a professional. He could see the value of these few comics at a glance. He wanted to learn from the artist, and an improper desire to claim the work as his own even surfaced in his heart.

But he quickly banished the thought. An artist who had gone out of his way to draw in a haunted house deserved respect. Now this was a true artist who poured his soul into his work.

Fear and excitement mingled, and Kurosaki couldn't tell what sort of state he was in.

He finished reading all the comics and gave them a professional critique, along with the highest praise.

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