Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 39

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She thought she had covered her tracks perfectly, but how could veterans from the major crimes unit not figure out what she was doing?

She was training her strength with those eggs, again and again, day after day.

And when she finally stepped out of her house again, that obvious, out-of-place sense of strangeness about her was gone.

She could control her power, and she wouldn't cause accidents like before.

But after that, they never saw her grow close to anyone else. Everything was just polite nods.

Tsukishima Ikki had no family, no friends, but she also never showed the psychological issues that others in the same situation usually had.

She knew what she had to do, she knew how to interact with people, she knew how to survive in this world. But without a doubt, she was lonely.

She kept herself apart from the world, only watching from a distance, never approaching, never blending in.

Like duckweed, rootless, drifting with no place to return.

He could see it, and so could the chief.

And both of them hoped that one day, she would find a place she truly belonged.

Maybe now, she had.

The kid probably hadn't even noticed it herself, but whenever she talked about her current job, about the people she had met—whether it was that blind man named Gojo Satoru, or the students she was currently teaching part-time—her lips always curved up, and her eyes always lit up without her realizing.

That light was familiar. He had seen it before. It was the light that appeared when he became a police officer, when he found his own kind. A joyful light.

The warm yellow sunlight spilled through the clear glass window, golden halos spreading across the long table. The air conditioner above let out a faint hum, mixing with the clacking of the girl's keyboard. It was another quiet and peaceful day.

Officer Sanada lifted the coffee on his desk and took a big gulp. Watching the girl fully absorbed in organizing the files, he smiled in relief.

It was good. This kid had found it too—her own world.

Tokyo's library was still as quiet as ever. Ikki flipped through a dozen pages of the book in his hands, giving it a quick skim. The content was way too academic—flat, dull, and completely lacking anything interesting. Definitely not suitable for a high school freshman.

Ikki closed the book, ready to put it back. A soft female voice came from nearby.

"Can I have this book?"

He didn't pay much attention and handed it over.

"On the theory of biological evolution," the woman said, starting a conversation. "Are you really interested in how species evolve?"

"Sort of, I just flip through it," Ikki replied.

"Then what do you think—are humans today truly humans?"

Ikki: ...?

"Truly humans?"

What the hell?

"Look at those ordinary people." The woman leaned lightly against the bookshelf, her gaze indifferent as she looked at the people not far away. "They can't see curses, and they can't get rid of curses."

"Even if they die, they don't know how they died."

"They are the product of incomplete biological evolution, a breeding ground for curses, cattle and sheep raised by curses."

Ikki: ......

Ikki's 'subway grandpa looked at his phone.'

'No way... this woman looks all gentle and sweet, but the moment she opens her mouth, it's hardcore anti-social vibes.'

"So...?"

"So, they need to evolve."

The woman lightly tapped her pale finger on the book, spinning her fingertip over the words "evolve." "As long as ordinary people evolve into sorcerers, they can become true humans."

Ikki: ......

'Oh. My. God.'

Shock couldn't even describe how she felt right now.

'What is with this sorcery world? Always breeding these straight-up psychopaths?'

'Racial discrimination, outdated feudal nonsense, and now TM someone wants to do illegal human experiments?'

'This jujutsu world is doomed!'

'We're all women, don't think I wouldn't punch you!'

The woman's crimson lips curled, and she continued to speak with a refined, poisonous elegance, "Curses are born from humans' negative emotions. More precisely, from ordinary humans' negative emotions. Sorcerers aren't constrained by this. In other words, only a world of sorcerers is the most beautiful world."

Ikki's eyes went dead.

She knew that line somewhere.

Geto Suguru would've loved hearing her say that.

Should she send them together?

Maybe they'd hit it off, end up on some deserted island at the equator as an Adam-and-Eve duo, working together for a harmonious and beautiful future.

Ikki pondered.

The woman went on, "But wiping out all ordinary humans is impossible."

Huh?

Did she mess up?

This woman had read more than Geto Suguru.

She actually spoke interestingly.

"What's your plan then?" Ikki asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Cursed spirits," the woman said calmly. "Cursed spirits have all sorts of powers, and some of them can alter the human brain structure, turning ordinary people into sorcerers."

"Sounds not bad." Ikki felt it made sense. The more she understood the sorcery world, the more she realized its problems: there were way too few sorcerers and way too many curses. If ordinary people could defend themselves, the death rate would drop dramatically.

"Right?" The woman smiled. "But..."

Her tone paused slightly. "There's a small difficulty in achieving this."

"What difficulty?"

"No evolution ever happens without sacrifice. So, to reach this goal, some deaths are unavoidable."

"Some deaths?" Ikki frowned. "Who are you talking about?"

The woman didn't answer, just smiled meaningfully.

Ikki hated people like that.

Half the sentence said, the rest left for you to guess.

You just couldn't say it straight, huh?

Ikki immediately lost interest in talking to her.

Her eyes rolled upward as she half-rolled them and turned to leave, but the woman spoke again.

"You've noticed it too, haven't you—the corruption and ignorance in the sorcery world."

"But do you know why it's lasted so long?"

Ikki paused mid-step, turning back to look at the woman.

"Because of the Six Eyes."

"The Six Eyes?" She hadn't heard that term before.

"The existence of the Six Eyes is like a stabilizing anchor. No matter how absurd those higher-ups act, as long as the Six Eyes exist, the sorcery world can keep rotting endlessly." She twirled a strand of her long hair around her finger. "Do you know you're on the dark web bounty list?"

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