Lin Jin walked to Zhao Gang's bedside, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly spinning as his gaze settled on Zhao Gang's tightly furrowed brows.
The Sharingan were eyes that could see through everything.
Genjutsu and illusions were child's play before these eyes.
He saw it.
A mass of black mist lurked in Zhao Gang's mental sea, constantly writhing and releasing strange energy fluctuations.
That energy was tangled with his mental power, like countless tiny tentacles sinking deep into his mental sea.
No wonder they hadn't dared forcibly expel it.
With entanglement this severe, the slightest mistake in applying outside force would tear his mental sea apart along with it.
But for him, dispelling genjutsu of this level didn't even require eye contact.
The three tomoe in Lin Jin's eyes spun faster as he released his ocular power.
"Genjutsu, release."
With Su Qianxue and the others watching, they heard Lin Jin utter only those few words.
There were no obvious energy fluctuations, nor any dazzling light.
He simply took a look.
Zhao Gang's body abruptly trembled. His tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and the pained expression on his face vanished, replaced by a relieved calm.
Three seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes.
"I... where am I?"
Su Qianxue's pupils sharply contracted.
That... dispelled it?
She looked at Lin Jin, who had already turned to Li Wei.
The same movement, the same gaze.
"Release."
Li Wei's body trembled, and her convulsions stopped. Tear tracks still lingered at the corners of her eyes, but the fear on her face had faded.
She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Then she abruptly sat up, gasping for breath.
"The monster... that monster..." she babbled, then caught sight of Su Qianxue. "Team leader? I... what happened to me?"
Su Qianxue didn't answer her.
Her gaze remained fixed on Lin Jin.
Those scarlet eyes had already returned to normal, becoming ordinary black eyes again.
"You..." she began, her voice a little strained. "Was that another one of your abilities?"
Lin Jin turned to her and replied evenly, "Yes."
Lin Jin had no intention of explaining further. He merely said, "They're awake. My job is done."
With that, he headed outside.
As he passed her, he paused and turned to look at her, taking the account number he had prepared earlier from his pocket and handing it to her.
"Remember to transfer the payment to my account."
Then he left without another pause.
Zhou Yan froze for a second, then chased after him. "Little Lin! Wait for me! What was with those red eyes just now? You can change your eyes too?!"
His voice gradually faded into the distance.
Su Qianxue stood where she was, looking in the direction they had left, unmoving for a long time.
"Team leader..." Chen Mo's cautious voice came from behind her. "What Lin Jin just did... does he have dual abilities?"
Su Qianxue remained silent for a long time.
Dual abilities?
Perhaps. That wasn't particularly unusual, since there had been precedents.
But she had a strong premonition.
This still wasn't his limit.
That evening, Lin Jin received a bank notification on his phone.
[Your savings account ending in 3827 received a transfer of 1,000,000.00 yuan. Balance: 1,080,012.40 yuan.]
Immediately afterward, Su Qianxue called.
"Did you receive the money? I don't know whether you're satisfied with it. If it isn't enough, just say so."
"It's enough. More than I expected."
"That's just the payment from the Paranormal Bureau." Su Qianxue's voice paused over the phone. "Besides that... I personally owe you a favor."
Lin Jin said nothing.
"Lin Jin," Su Qianxue fell silent for a moment, then asked curiously, "that eye ability of yours... what's it called?"
The other end of the line was quiet for a few seconds.
Then Lin Jin's voice came through, without any change in emotion.
"Sharingan."
"Sharingan?" Su Qianxue repeated, committing the name to memory. "Got it."
She wanted to ask something else, but Lin Jin had already hung up.
Su Qianxue looked at her phone screen, which displayed the call-ended interface.
She recalled those scarlet eyes and the three slowly spinning tomoe. He had merely taken a look, and the two team members trapped in illusions had woken up.
What level of ability was that?
S-rank?
SS-rank?
She didn't know.
But she knew one thing.
This man named Lin Jin was definitely no ordinary awakened individual.
At the very least, even she, an operations team leader of the Paranormal Bureau at the peak of the Source Energy Stage, couldn't see through him.
And in an encrypted folder somewhere in the Paranormal Bureau's archives, a new entry was added to Lin Jin's file.
[Abilities: suspected dual abilities (fire ability + unknown eye-type ability)] [Danger level: pending assessment] [Recommendation: continue monitoring, maintain contact, do not antagonize]
At the same time, the system's notification sounded in Lin Jin's mind.
[Ding! Mission completed] [World Power obtained: 100 points] [Current World Power: 110 points] [Requirements for next-stage unsealing: 500 points] [Dōjutsu available to unseal: Double Kamui! (Originally required 5,000 points, already 90% unsealed)]
Lin Jin stood by the window, looking out into the night.
Kamui.
In the Hokage world, he had used his right eye's Dōjutsu, Mirror Image, to permanently copy Obito's space-time Dōjutsu.
500 points.
In other words, he needed to kill another forty C-rank anomalies or complete a few more missions like this one.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the transfer record on his phone screen.
One million.
Money in this world was pretty easy to earn.
He recalled what Zhou Yan had kept saying during the day: "Little Lin, when you get paid, you've got to treat me to a good meal!"
A thought stirred.
Lin Jin closed his eyes, and a clear spatial coordinate appeared in his perception. It was the Flying Thunder God Mark he had previously left on Zhou Yan.
For convenience, he had deliberately left the mark on Zhou Yan's shoulder.
"Flying Thunder God Technique."
With a flash of golden light, Lin Jin vanished from where he stood.
Zhou Yan was walking home. He had spent the entire day training at the Paranormal Bureau and was utterly exhausted.
Although the Paranormal Bureau had assigned him a dorm room, he was still used to staying in his own little dump.
As he walked, he thought about what to eat that evening.
Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder from behind.
Zhou Yan went rigid.
After the previous anomalous incident, he was especially sensitive to this kind of sudden contact.
"Who's there!"
He spun around, his hands instinctively forming hand seals. Lin Jin had taught him to prepare to unleash his ability the instant he encountered danger.
Then he saw Lin Jin's face and the faintly mocking look in his eyes.
"Holy shit!!!"
Zhou Yan nearly fell flat on his backside.
"Little Lin?! How the fuck did you appear?!" He looked around. The street was deserted, and even the nearest alley was over twenty meters away. "There was clearly no one behind me just now!"
"You already have an ability, and you're still this jumpy." With his hands in his pockets, Lin Jin looked at him calmly. "I left a special mark on you. I can get here in a flash."
"A mark? What mark?" Zhou Yan searched through his clothes. "Where? How come I didn't feel anything?"
"On your shoulder!"
Zhou Yan turned to look at his shoulder and, sure enough, saw a special mark. He froze for several seconds before suddenly catching on. "Wait, you mean you can use Instantaneous Movement?! The kind of superpower where you go 'whoosh' from point A to point B?"
Lin Jin nodded. "More or less."
"Holy shit!!!" Zhou Yan's eyes went as wide as saucers. "You can use Instantaneous Movement too?! Isn't this your fourth fucking ability?! Are you using cheats?"
"Stop making such a fuss. Didn't I tell you you'd find out gradually?" Lin Jin paid him no mind and said casually, "Didn't you want barbecue? Come on, my treat today!"
Zhou Yan wanted to keep questioning him, but the moment he heard the word barbecue, his attention immediately shifted.
"Let's go!" Zhou Yan instantly forgot his earlier shock and threw an arm around Lin Jin's shoulders. "I've been craving that barbecue place, 'The Usual Spot,' for ages. I'm absolutely going to bleed your wallet dry today!"
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