*******............(Star Dust Group)"Hello, Ms. Yuki," an employee addressed her, interrupting her intense keyboard tapping. "There is a shortage of all three of our products in the mall in the city center area. The manager has informed us to deliver the products as soon as we can."Yuki's surprise was evident as she replied, "What? I just sent them the products three days ago. Ahh! Whatever, here, take this file and have it signed by the boss." She quickly realized why the situation had arisen and, fortunately, had prepared the files in advance. They contained crucial information regarding material costs, employee expenses, total profits, and other necessary details."Okay, Ms. Yuki," the employee acknowledged, taking the files and departing to deliver them to the top floor for signing."Damn it! Now I understand why Ms. Shinha looked at me with pity and said, 'Good luck,'" Yuki muttered, glancing at the mountain of paperwork on her desk. She had been toiling away at it since la

*******............"Hmmn! You can just call me Old Jin or Gramps Jin, and there's no need to be so formal with me, young Erick," Old Jin humbly addressed himself, finding his full name unnecessary. He took a liking to the young man and encouraged Erick to adopt a more casual tone."Alright, Gramps Jin! Have you been taking care of this garden?" Erick inquired, sensing the genuine life force emanating from the plants."Hmmn! Yes, I live alone here, and tending to this garden keeps me occupied. It's also a way for me to indulge in my hobby of nurturing plants," Old Jin replied, sitting down as he gently caressed the leaves and flowers.In a world where otherworldly energy has awakened, Erick was certain that if the old man continued caring for the garden with such devotion, one of these plants might attain spiritual wisdom in the decades to come."Gramps Jin! Do your children visit you regularly?" Aashi asked, her gaze fixed on the old man's weathered face."Hahahah! Young lady, I ha

******** ….. ….. "So, have any of you heard about Supernaturals or, more precisely, Supernaturalists?" Erick inquired, carefully observing everyone's reactions for any signs of deception. Mr. Katsutoshi pondered the question, while Dr. Hirono seemed shocked, as if he had seen a ghost – though he found it hard to believe. Sarah Yugami appeared to be the most confused among them, having only a vague recollection of the term "Naturalism," but not knowing much about it. Mr. Katsutoshi eventually spoke up, explaining, "I encountered them about six months ago when I was searching for my daughter. They are a group of people who are no longer considered normal humans. When conventional methods failed to cure my daughter, I sought information about them, hoping they could help. However, everything about them remains a mystery. Despite my status as a retired general, I couldn't find any concrete results, so I gave up pursuing them." Erick acknowledged the information, signaling that it w

******* ….. ….. Amidst the bustling capital city, where busy folks hurriedly go about their daily routines amidst towering buildings and neat streets, a fascinating facade hides a hidden darkness. Yet, this shadowy side is veiled from most eyes, only revealing itself to a chosen few who meet a grim fate after beholding it. Within an abandoned alley that time has forgotten, a place where everyday life seems to have stopped, a group of gang members normally busy with their misdeeds found themselves on a fateful collision course. Three typical troublemakers, known for their petty extortion of spare change from passersby, had an unexpected encounter today. They came across a figure shrouded in clothing, a person whose presence spelled impending doom and a descent into a nightmarish reality. Having accepted a job from a well-to-do individual with an air of affluence, the goons found themselves tasked with a dark mission: kidnapping a child and holding them in isolation for a span

******* ...... ...... (Erick Pov) "Phew! Miss Kirin should recover well. Just remember, when she wakes up, probably by evening, make sure to feed her nutritious meals for a week," I told Mr. Katsutoshi, who was waiting at the door. I wiped my forehead, relieved after doing what I could to help Ms. Yamini Kirin regain her health after her coma. "Thank you, Mr. Ricky. I'll never forget your kindness in saving my daughter," Mr. Katsutoshi's tears of joy flowed as he repeatedly bowed in gratitude. I halted his excessive gestures, not used to such attention. "Alright, Mr. Katsutoshi. But I suggest taking her back to Osaka, where both of us currently reside. If any health complications arise, I can promptly diagnose her," I advised, considering the capital's unhealthy air for Ms. Yamini Kirin's recovery. After that, I listed the ingredients for him to gather. He insisted on giving me something for my efforts, so I asked for what I needed at the moment. I sensed the depth of the c