I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 655 Assassination

midnight.

The oil lamps on the second floor of the used bookstore had long been extinguished.

Jemin lay on the bed on the second floor, his eyes closed, his fingers lightly resting on his abdomen, his breathing as steady as a stagnant pool.

Anyone seeing this scene would think it was just a sleeping young man having a harmless dream, surrounded by a room full of old books. Suddenly, the walls of the bookstore trembled slightly, and something in the air seemed to be torn apart.

The approaching thing, following the thin, spiderweb-like connection between Jemin and it, silently seeped into this place.

In an instant, every nook and cranny in the bookstore seemed to welcome it.

The gap at the bottom of the door frame, widened by time; the less than two-millimeter crack where the wooden floor meets the corner of the wall; the dark compartment between the drawer and the tabletop…

All the cramped spaces that ordinary people never pay attention to now seem to come alive, trembling slightly, as if whispering calls to their kind. Then, the people in the crevice seeped out from the gap between the walls and the floor.

The entity of the Gap Man is similar to the Projection Man; it is an extremely thin, dark shadow, appearing as an almost non-existent line when viewed from the side. Its surface is covered with fine lines, like fingerprints magnified countless times.

After leaving the gap, the person trapped in the gap climbed onto the bed from the foot of the bed.

The process was very slow, as slow as a black plant struggling to grow from a crack in the rock.

Its body extends upwards along the fibers of the bed sheet. The texture of the bed sheet is fine and smooth to ordinary people, but to its perception, it is like a series of wide rivers.

It followed the direction of these rivers, creeping little by little over Jemin's ankles, over his calves, and finally covering his torso. Then, it pressed down on the man on the bed.

It was an extremely slow, yet suffocatingly inevitable force.

It was an extremely strange force. The blankets weren't deformed, and the clothes weren't wrinkled, but the squeezing force was real. It was as if something was trying to flatten Jemin's body from three dimensions into two dimensions.

Try to make him as thin and flat as yourself, thin enough to fit into a crack in the corner of a wall or a compartment on the back of a wardrobe.

This is its method of killing.

Come from the crack, and go back to the crack.

It will compress its prey inch by inch until you lose all thickness, becoming a thin, human-shaped piece of paper, and then stuff it into some corner that no one will ever notice.

The pressure from the squeezed man was concentrated on Jemin's chest, directly above his heart.

If it were an ordinary person, their sternum would have been cracking under the strain by now, and their chest cavity would have been compressed to the thinness of paper. But Jemin's skin didn't dent even a millimeter; it remained as solid as a piece of alloy plate forged through countless hammer blows.

The person trapped in the crevice began to tremble slightly.

It changed its strategy, altering its form from uniform wrapping to focused piercing at a single point.

squeak! ! !

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal suddenly exploded in the silent night, sharp as if someone were dragging steel against steel.

But Jemin's body remained completely unharmed.

The force slid away from his body, like someone trying to crush a piece of cast iron with their fingers, only to make a futile sound in the air.

But this is only to be expected, after all, it is a body that has reached the Void Refinement stage.

It was the true form that Jemin had forged from countless materials. At this moment, it simply and casually received this power from the level of rules and then dissolved it into nothingness.

The bed swayed slightly.

Jemin opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm to the point of languor, like a naturalist who had discovered a strange insect he had never seen before in his own garden and was tilting his head to examine it with great interest.

"Oh," his voice was calmly unsurprised, "so that's what it is."

He sensed it the moment that eerie creature stepped into the ten-meter radius around the bookstore.

After all, this bookstore had undergone his renovations over this period of time, with layers of seals and intertwined senses. Even a bacterium that sneaked into the crack of the door could not escape his notice, let alone a strange creature with strong abnormal energy fluctuations.

Jemin was awake the moment it began to approach along the link.

However, he did not set up any additional defenses; he simply lay there quietly, waiting for it to come.

This is certainly not due to laziness.

It's not because he wants to see it clearly.

Upon seeing this result, the man in the crevice froze.

The flat, black film suddenly solidified less than a centimeter from Jemin's chest, like a piece of black paper frozen in mid-air. It was sensing, desperately analyzing with its sensory system, so different from humans: why hadn't this prey been crushed? As for the now-conscious Jemin… the Crevice Man's own intelligence wasn't enough to support it in pondering more complex questions.

Jemin didn't care about the strange person ignoring him.

A silent light shone from the depths of his pupils, and a golden light also shone from his forehead.

The all-powerful eye is operating at full speed.

The destiny system starts synchronously.

Various information streams converged, overlapped, and corroborated each other in Jieming's consciousness.

In his field of vision, every detail of that thing was clearly visible.

Through this period of research on the supernatural, the All-Use Eye has also "updated" various inspection "modules" specifically for the supernatural, making it increasingly easier for Jemin to detect the supernatural.

The All-Seeing Eye peeled away the layers of the Crevice Man's internal structure: the channels for energy flow, the distribution of the core structure, the nodes connecting with the outside world... everything became transparent in his vision.

A moment later, a complete outline of this eerie phenomenon took shape in his mind.

It exists in the gaps, between the wall and the cabinet, between the door frame and the floor, in all the gaps that are often overlooked.

Lurking during the day, seeping out at night.

Using compression as a means, the target is compressed to an infinitely thin thickness, stuffed into cracks, hidden in layers, causing the person to vanish into the folds of the world. "...Interesting."

Jemin murmured to himself.

The texture of this energy is remarkably similar to that of the Shadow Thief.

Although they are not exactly the same, they share a certain common underlying quality.

If I had to put it in perspective, it would probably be that both sides came from the dark corners of human perception.

They all live parasitically in those "unnoticed" spaces, feeding on human indifference and fear.

A thought flashed through Jemin's mind like lightning.

Twins in one body.

These two strange creatures were born in pairs.

They may share the same origin, or they may have been bound together by some force from the very beginning.

The shadow thief is responsible for "biting".

Steal life force and exhaust your prey.

The people in the gaps are responsible for "containment".

Squeeze the shadowless prey into the cracks of the world, erasing all traces.

The Shadow Thief absorbs its life force and soul, while the Crevice Man deals with its body.

But the shadow thief was captured by him.

So the person in the crevice came looking for it.

There is no doubt that there is some kind of connection between these two strange entities, and even though the Shadow Thief is sealed in a metal box covered with runes, that connection will not completely disappear.

The man in the crevice followed this invisible thread, found the old bookstore, found the bedroom, and found him.

Then I tried to flatten him into a sheet of paper.

Jemin stared at it for a moment, and an idea came to him.

"You like the gaps, don't you?" He sat up in bed, his tone casual, as if speaking to an old friend. "You asked for it."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

Although it lacked great intelligence, the instincts of the creature in the crevice made it react.

Its body began to retreat rapidly, attempting to escape through the crack in the wall it had come from.

Jemin didn't give it a chance.

His right hand emerged from under the blanket, palm up, fingers spread.

As mental energy was mobilized, a spell was cast: spatial stabilization.

This is one of the few spatial magic spells he has mastered.

In the wizarding world, this kind of magic is often used to seal off space, stabilize areas, and prevent teleportation.

But this time, Jemin made some changes to it when he performed the magic, creating two stable spaces at once. The two spaces were very close together, forming a "crack" above his palm.

A crack, measuring in nanometers in width, silently opened above his palm.

The crack at this size is indistinguishable to the naked eye; it is countless times narrower than the finest hair.

But the person in the crevice could sense the existence of the crack.

As a bizarre creature that lives in the "crevices," it is far more sensitive to all kinds of cracks than any other living being.

Its body jolted violently as if struck by lightning, and it slid down onto the bed at several times the speed it had come from.

After completing his preparations, Jemin casually reached out his hand towards the eerie creature.

His movements were slow, even leisurely, yet the trajectory perfectly blocked all possible escape routes for the man in the rift. His hand, as if shooing away an insect that had strayed into a room, casually flicked, forcing the man back towards the spatial rift. Even as the man tried desperately to dodge, Jemin's fingertips easily touched its flat edge.

The eerie creature emitted a strange sound, like paper being crumpled, trying to slip through his fingers.

But Jemin's entire hand had already reached up and firmly held it, then with an almost brutal smoothness, he forcefully pressed it into the spatial rift.

After stuffing this bizarre part of the body into the spatial rift, Jemin loosened his grip.

The Crevice Man could not escape; its body fell into the rift, its edges being "sucked" in the instant it touched the crack. Jemin used his mental power to push its entire existence into the depths of the rift, and then, the patterns of the sealing array spread from his fingertips like rapidly growing vines, instantly sealing the rift completely.

Snapped.

A crisp snap of the fingers.

Jemin took out a thin piece from his inner cave and precisely placed it on the spot where the spatial rift had opened.

The patterns of the sealing array appeared on the surface of the thin sheet like a brand, the runes briefly glowing before dimming. Jemin looked down at the sheet in his hand, clapped his hands, and nodded in satisfaction.

The man in the crevice, the seal is complete.