Lord Of Doom!Reincarnated Into a Novel as the Strongest Side Character Chapter 42: Mysterious: Omaru!

Inside a study room, three wooden windows frad the space, with a single lantern casting flickering shadows. Beneath its glow sat a man whose presence felt anything but human, his features were otherworldly.

His hair was white with his glowing red eyes, and his seemingly lifeless fingers rested on his lap. His entire body was pale, accentuating the eerie aura that surrounded him. He sat in a chair, one leg crossed over the other, a small cup of tea placed on the table in front of him, while a book lay open in his hands. He was dressed in a black hakama adorned with white flower patterns.

Without knocking, two figures entered the room, while two others remained outside. The newcors, Kaze and Makato, imdiately knelt, their heads bowed to the ground as the strange man regarded them with a lethal gaze.

"Is there a problem, Kaze?" he asked, glancing back at his book and turning to the next page, his voice was regal.

"No, Osamu, we must ask: Is there still a plan to procure Kurozai a new body?" Kaze replied, his head still lowered.

Osamu paused, a smile creeping across his face. He closed the book, letting it drop to the table, and sighed, taking a sip of the heavily brewed ginseng tea—a herbal infusion known for its slightly bitter taste, often celebrated for its invigorating properties and ability to enhance focus.

"As of now, I have no plans, and for the future, I remain uncertain. Makato, I heard you fought that child and suffered a significant defeat. All I wish to convey is this: know your place. You are nothing in his presence now, and surely you will be nothing in the future."Omaru suddenly appeared before them.

Makato caught a glimpse of his legs, clad in geta, traditional wooden sandals that elevated the wearer in height.

....As Makato dared to look up, a tiny hole punctured his head, and blood began to pour out.

"An act of forgiveness, for you are my army—a great tool for whatever lies ahead," Omaru declared, striding past the two.

I suppose it would be a challenge consuming human souls. - Omaru thought.

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The Second River Art: Stability Under Imnse Pressure.

The second technique focuses on maintaining stability and composure under imnse pressure. For this exercise, they will endure a challenging test: they must withstand a specific, intense pressure for two days straight. This could involve physical exertion. The goal is to develop ntal fortitude and the ability to remain grounded and focused, even when faced with overwhelming odds.

Gojin realized that he possessed none of the River Art techniques, despite the infinite techniques granted to him. He also hadn’t received a book card; the system had indicated that this might happen. This realization pained him, as he wouldn’t know what to expect next.

However, he had been surviving for years without such knowledge, so it wasn’t a significant burden. He shrugged it off.

Back to the current discussion: The River Art techniques were primarily centered around raw energy, which was why the first art focused on awakening that raw energy within each practitioner.

...

Hours had passed since that achievent, and their nas spread like wildfire throughout the hidden village. It didn’t co as a surprise to the second-years or to Reikishi; they had believed it would be easy for them.

It took twenty-five days for the second-years to break through that wall, but only by a slight crack. For the other exorcists and soul reapers, it took months, and for so, they never achieved it at all, ultimately being granted a pass to skip ahead and learn other techniques after several months of trial and shaful failures! Broken fists, bleeding nose due to mishaps of punch directions, and many other things.

Sensei led them far behind the hidden village, deep into the mountains. A powerful surge of water, so vast it could be mistaken for a hurricane, flowed straight from an open cave—likely the source of water for the villagers and others nearby.

Kenji and Gojin were instructed to remove their upper garnts, revealing their athletic builds, complete with eight-pack abs. Both had engaged in extensive exercise since their baby years - 8 to 14, and Gojin’s body had been further enhanced after ranking up, granting him imnse raw strength. It was so formidable that a single hit could shatter a boulder to pieces.

Sakura stood off to the side; as a female, she couldn’t remove her clothing like the others, so a different regin had been prepared for her, one that involved exclusive suffering for two days.This was a relentless grind—there would be no breaks for food; they would have to endure. Fortunately, so water might flow into their mouths during these grueling days.The two of them slowly stepped into the shallow part of the river, their legs sinking about four inches deep.

[Host is about to acquire a technique through hard work and determination]

[You have gained 20% more of Liva’s trust and interest in you. Greater power awaits the Overlord!]

Thank you, Levi Slave. - Gojin thought, a na he had just coined for the system minutes ago.

Now, let concentrate. I have to acquire this. I knew that the infinite techniques granted to aren’t these untold techniques; they belong to recent eras closer to the modern age. There might even be more untold ones before this era.

If I can master all this techniques, then maybe I wouldn’t need to die just to get rid of Kurozai. - Kenji thought.

"Oh, you will die the mont I get a new body. I shall kill you first before getting rid of the rest!" Kurozai exclaid, crackling.

Kenji had mastered how to ignore him every ti he speaks, which was literally every day. He is simply a Celestial that is getting restrained so he would be bored.

’let him burn the world!’

Gojin and Kenji exchanged determined glances as they braced for the massive wave of water rushing toward them at a dangerous speed, capable of uprooting trees from solid ground. They shoved their feet deeper into the shallow river, strengthening their stance, and clasped their hands together, focusing intently on the approaching water.

As the wave crashed into them, the sheer force battered against their bodies. They managed to hold their ground as the pressure increased, the water rising to their necks.

"Wow, they haven’t been swept away and found in another sea from that pressure! That’s a grade X thumbs up!" Sakura exclaid, standing safely atop a cliff with Sensei, well away from the shore.

Sensei turned to her. "It’s your turn, Sakura."

Sakura was taken to a windy spot, so gusty that she almost lost her balance. She steadied herself by infusing her dark energy into her legs, anchoring herself to the ground like nails.

Sensei stood calmly, unshaken and without employing any technique. He had mastered all of this long ago.

"This isn’t the windy path; that is the windy path," Sensei said, pointing to a...

Sakura’s eyes widened in utter despair as an overwhelming flood of thoughts surged through her mind.