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[Powerful Potion]
The product bearing this label is actually a regular can of Red Bull energy drink.
Qingze stared at the can of beverage, a thought flashing through his mind.
If I don't see it, will this can of Red Bull still have special effects?
High probability is not.
After all, neither Red Bull, nor the previous pork head meat or potato chips, possess any extraordinary characteristics.
Only when something is "seen" by him and happens to meet certain unknown definitional criteria of the "deep sea" will the power of the deep sea leak out, giving these ordinary items an extraordinary "label".
When he wasn't looking at them, they were just ordinary drinks and food.
This is Qingze's deduction.
He strode forward, took out a coin from his pocket, inserted it into the vending machine, and bought the can of Red Bull with the label on it.
With a thud, the drink landed at the pickup slot.
Qingze bent down and took the slightly cool can out of the retrieval port, but did not choose to put it into storage space number three.
Judging from the name of this potion, it is clearly different from the "Druid potion" used for transformation. "Powerful God Potion" sounds more like something used to enhance mental power.
Qingze planned to drink it directly.
With a "click," he pulled the tab, tilted his head back, and gulped down the liquid from the can.
Almost the instant the drink entered my throat, a scalding stream of air rose from my mouth, rushing swiftly to my brain as if it were alive.
Under the influence of this heat, his sensory abilities began to improve dramatically.
The "domain" that could originally be clearly perceived within a radius of more than six meters instantly expanded to about eight meters.
Within this expanded range of perception, one can hear the tiny ants crawling on the ground, the faint air currents stirred by the hems of clothing as pedestrians walk, the varying heartbeats of the surrounding crowd, and even the gentle murmur of blood flowing through veins…
Everything became exceptionally clear.
However, amidst this chaotic flow of information, an extremely discordant high-frequency vibration signal abruptly intruded into his perception.
That frequency is jumping...
Qingze subconsciously turned his head and looked at a girl about seven meters away.
She was wearing a pristine white dress, holding a selfie stick, and talking animatedly about Shinjuku Station.
Her cheeks were flushed slightly, as if she had been walking and talking too fast, causing her blood to rush to her head.
But Qingze knew in his heart that it had nothing to do with the reasons mentioned above.
"So, it was a task assigned by the top-ranked fan during a live stream?"
He silently admired himself, "That's some serious fancy stuff."
Qingze quickly suppressed his overly acute senses and returned to the level of an ordinary person.
His extraordinary perception, unless intentionally maintained, cannot be sustained for an extended period of time.
The perception ability will only be automatically triggered to issue an early warning when someone harbors clear malice or intent towards him.
Just like when Hoshino Saori tried to tease him, her senses had already warned him before she even made a move, as soon as her gaze locked onto Aozawa.
Qingze thought this was a good idea.
After all, constantly receiving and processing a massive amount of subtle information around us is not a pleasant experience.
He held the empty aluminum can in his hand and continued walking for a while.
When no one was paying special attention, with a thought, the empty can disappeared from his palm and was thrown into storage space number two.
There are so few trash cans on the streets of Japan that he didn't want to carry an empty can around all the time, so he naturally threw it into a storage space.
……
Another hour passed, and Qingze found no other tags.
I even found myself getting a little dizzy in this huge station maze.
If he remembered correctly, he had passed by this place once before.
Which way should we go next?
He looked around and spotted an exit sign. He decided not to waste any more time at Shinjuku Station and to look outside.
Qingze strode forward toward the exit.
Stepping out of Shinjuku Station, the bright sunlight instantly bathed his entire body. Aozawa stood at the exit, his eyes habitually scanning left and right.
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the street to his right.
A blue label came into view.
[Court entertainers]
The person wearing this label is a woman who is completely covered up, wearing a baseball cap and a mask.
She carried a small handbag, walked hurriedly, and kept glancing back nervously, her movements revealing a sense of panic as if she were trying to escape something.
Qingze's sharp gaze swept past her and landed on the dense crowd behind them.
In the crowd, a striking red tag closely followed her direction.
【Goblin】
Qingze seemed to be deep in thought, and immediately strode towards that direction.
Chapter 103 I only have murderous intent towards you!
Fuyuyama Emi felt like she was suffocating.
As a second-year high school student, she was scouted by an agency during her first year of high school and debuted as an "active female high school voice actress," forming a band with four other girls under the stage name "Ai Uesugi."
They voiced characters in a popular school anime, released an album, and even held several small concerts.
As his career began to take off, he inevitably attracted some enthusiastic fans.
The firm is actually happy to see this happen.
Without these die-hard fans willing to spend money, who would they expect to buy female voice actress merchandise, concert tickets, and various limited-time events?
The agency even goes so far as to create compelling personas and organize activities that align with those personas, intentionally guiding fans to become fanatical followers.
However, under the influence of the fervent atmosphere, the behavior of some fans will gradually get out of control and become distorted.
Taking photos secretly, stalking, and even breaking into idols' homes or hotel rooms to search for personal belongings...
On some secretive websites, idols' "used" socks and clothing can be auctioned off for high prices and bought by these fervent followers.
Unfortunately, Emi Fuyuyama encountered such a fan who was "obsessed" to the point of being pathological.
Relentless stalking, ubiquitous paparazzi filming, and even successfully sneaking into her hotel room...
These experiences left her with severe psychological trauma regarding the career she had once aspired to.
Ultimately, on her agent's advice, she decided to temporarily suspend all entertainment activities and take a break to recuperate.
To escape that shadow, she even transferred from Kyoto to Nagato High School in Tokyo.
She thought that this would allow her to shake off the persistent stalker.
But she never expected that shortly after leaving home today, that chilling feeling of being watched would once again creep up on her back like a cold, venomous snake.
That guy actually found his way to Tokyo?! And he even found out where she lives now?!
This kind of "persistence" made her feel a chill.
very scary……
This kind of "love" is terrifying! I don't want to be an idol anymore!
Who can help me?
She silently cried out in her heart, and once again couldn't help but look back. She felt that every pedestrian behind her was suspicious, and every gaze seemed to be hiding a camera.
thump.
She felt herself bump into a solid chest, and quickly turned around, bowing hurriedly and apologizing, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"
"It's alright." A gentle male voice came from ahead. "However, you seem very nervous. Have you encountered some trouble?"
Fuyuyama Emi looked up, and after seeing the other person's face clearly, she instinctively exclaimed, "Aozawa-sensei?"
"you know me?"
A hint of surprise appeared on Qingze's face as he carefully examined the girl in front of him.
Fuyuyama Emi quickly took off her mask, revealing a chubby face with a touch of baby fat.
She became an idol not because of her stunning looks, but because of her unique soft and sweet voice, and the two sweet dimples on her cheeks when she smiled.
Such an appearance makes it easy to create a "soft girl" or "cute" persona.
"I am a second-year student at Nagato High School."
She spoke up to explain.
Although he wasn't in Qingze's class, as the only young and handsome male teacher in the entire school, Qingze was extremely well-known among the girls.
Fuyuyama Emi had heard her classmates mention him quite a bit, and she often saw him in the corridor.
Qingze smiled and said gently, "I see."
Let me treat you to a milk tea. You can tell me what's bothering you.
As a teacher, helping students is my natural duty.
"Haha, actually... I'm fine."
Fuyuyama Emi forced a smile, but in her heart she didn't think the teacher could really be of any help.
Even calling the police often proves ineffective in dealing with such stalkers.
The reason is simple: there are far too many cases of stalking and harassment in Japan.
In her case, she wouldn't even be considered a case by the police.