Chapter 371 - 370. Returning to Gaze Island
Somewhere in the North,
Within a dense and mist-laden forest, the air was thick with tension and secrecy. Hidden from the outside world, two groups—the Justice Bandits and the Silver Eye Pirates—were relentlessly searching for one elusive woman: Isadora Nightkiss, known across seas and skies as the "Manhunter." Their goal was not her life, but the mysterious Orion Cube Fragments said to be in her possession. Rumors claimed that assembling all fragments of the Orion Cube could awaken an ancient treasure or perhaps unlock a sealed realm. None truly knew the extent of its power, but that didn’t stop them from hunting it—or her—like starved beasts.
Among the Justice Bandits, the temporary leader of that small group, had gone alone in search of Isadora.
Suddenly, Masha paused, closing her eyes as a surge of memories and emotions flooded her mind. One of her clones had recently sent her memories and experiences it had gathered. As her lips curled into a slight smirk, she whispered to herself, "Tyler... huh? Interesting fellow."
This Masha—unlike her clone—was the main body is totally different. The version of her that had encountered Tyler was a fabricated persona, a Clone engineered with a slightly warped personality and an exaggerated sense of justice, specifically tailored to blend with the fanatics in her group. But this main Masha is a Warrior who just loves fighting.
She just found Tyler interesting that’s all.
What Masha didn’t yet know, however, was the greatest twist of all: the very man she had just labeled "interesting" was none other than Phantom Blackwood, the masked figure believed to have slain her brother Mash many years ago.
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Two days passed...
Tyler remained on the island to recover. After spending forty-eight hours meditating, refining his internal energy, and absorbing Aura and Prana, his injuries were mostly healed. By the third morning, his strength had returned to nearly seventy percent.
"Seventy percent should be enough," he muttered, rolling his shoulders as he stood up and stretched. The ocean breeze rustled his hair as he looked out at the horizon. "This island’s nice, but I don’t like being grounded for too long."