Several hours later.
Maresa crouched atop a high-rise building, sighing while bandaging his wounds.
"That task of ferrying souls at Naihe Bridge was too difficult."
Despite being a seasoned World Master accustomed to various scenarios and endless tricks,
he had nearly been killed by the spirits.
He had tried every means to turn danger into safety at the last moment, successfully ferrying two spirits.
As for the third—
he couldn't hold on any longer, and just when he was about to be done for, a neutral staff member timely appeared, taking his place and completing the ferrying for him.
"What a good person!"
However...
Why was he so skilled in ferrying spirits?
And what was that self-mumbled phrase about "spruces forming a forest, world peace" all about?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
In any case—
he had finally obtained two skills!
One to see others' blood levels and another to hide his own blood level!
This way, no one could figure out his true strength.
