After Gojo Satoru disappeared, Qin Fu didn't leave.
"Paradise, I want to activate actual combat mode."
[Actual combat mode consumes 10 Paradise Coins per minute. Proceed with payment?]
"Pay."
[Actual combat mode activated. Combat units will deploy in 30 seconds—prepare yourself.]
The scenery around him shifted, the proving ground dissolving into a vast desert.
Wind howled, kicking up yellow sand as silver-white orbs rose one after another from beneath the dunes.
[Combat simulation begins.]
Qin Fu watched the mechanical dolls emerging in clusters. With a flicker of thought, a spatial fissure tore open beside him—gravity surged from the void, devouring the nearest machines until they vanished.
"The Power of the Void—Cang!"
Metal burst apart. Sand exploded skyward. A one-sided massacre began.
Through countless battles with Gojo Satoru, Qin Fu had already discovered his fighting rhythm.
Ten minutes later, the simulation ended, and Qin Fu reappeared before the Proving Ground gates.
He instinctively patted his chest and arms, confirming he wasn't actually injured. Still, he couldn't help wincing at the phantom ache. The realism of that mode was brutal—he could still feel the moment of disembowelment.
Glancing at his balance: 10,000 Paradise Coins left.
After a brief pause, he decided he'd earned a break. Time to find the legendary restaurant.
A short walk later, he stood before a familiar sign.
"Summer Season."
A small smile curved Qin Fu's lips.
He'd finally made it to Reincarnation Paradise—how could he not check in at the most iconic restaurant?
Ever since mastering the Limitless technique, Qin Fu's personality had loosened—more casual, maybe even a bit reckless. It suited this place.
(Or maybe Gojo Satoru's influence wasn't entirely good.)
Gojo Satoru: Slander! I'm suing for defamation!
"Welcome!"
The melancholy look on Xia's face vanished the moment Qin Fu walked in.
She blinked in surprise, then brightened as Qin Fu casually took a seat.
"Let's start with a full table of your signature dishes."
For a moment, Xia froze—then her eyes sparkled. Maybe today her luck had finally turned. The restaurant that had been scraping by might just survive after all. She hurried into the kitchen at full speed.
Watching her rush off, Qin Fu's thoughts drifted.
By the timeline, Su Xiao shouldn't have visited here yet… If I remember correctly, his next world is "Ghoul."
That Fate Coin will come in handy—but it's a pain to obtain. Maybe I can bring back a few test materials too… I'll need some detection gear soon—preferably something with a hunting effect.
His thoughts broke as Xia returned, carefully setting down plate after plate.
Qin Fu, having come straight from over ten hours of combat, didn't waste a second. He devoured the dishes like a starving wolf.
Xia stood nearby, covering her small mouth in surprise. Qin Fu's calm, refined demeanor made his feral appetite look almost surreal.
When he was done, Qin Fu transferred 20 Paradise Coins and stood.
He had less than a day left in this world—just enough time to check in and tie up loose ends.
No time for long conversations.
He made his way back to Forge Street.
The blacksmith handed over the repaired staff as Qin Fu traded the last of his coins and inspected the data panel.
[Secret Scepter]
Origin: Xinghai
Quality: Green (Rare)
Type: Staff
Durability: 50/50
Attack Power: 9–21 (scales with spell power)
Requirement: 5 Intelligence
Rating: 30
(Note: Green equipment is rated from 10–30. A perfect 30 is marked "Rare" and gains special attributes.)
Special Attribute: Space Rune – Increases the power of all space-type spells by 10%.
Description: The restored staff hums faintly, as if remembering the grandeur of its past.
Value: 2000 Paradise Coins.
Qin Fu nodded slightly. Good attributes.
It was a pity his profession wasn't exclusive, and he didn't possess any skills suited for a growth-type weapon.
Still, the attributes of the Secret Scepter were more than enough for now.
After equipping it, Qin Fu began to explore the trading market.
He had only one goal left—to find a detection-type equipment or skill, preferably one that could track.
The next world would involve hunting down violators, though he still had no idea what kind of violators they would be.
Just as Qin Fu continued browsing through the stalls, his allotted stay came to an end.
[The hunter is about to return to the real world. Please remember the regulations of Reincarnation Paradise.]
[Everything from Reincarnation Paradise must not be revealed in any way within the real world. Violation will result in a warning, and failure to comply will lead to forced execution.]
[Abilities obtained in Reincarnation Paradise cannot be used in the real world, except for personal attributes and passive skills.]
[Most equipment or items acquired in Reincarnation Paradise cannot be taken out and will be locked until your return.]
[Teleportation initializing. Destination: Real World.]
A familiar pull of teleportation washed over him, and when Qin Fu opened his eyes, he was lying once again on a hospital bed.
Glancing at the hospital gown and the instruments attached to him, he tore them off and sat up. Just as he was about to get to his feet, the door burst open, and a man and a woman in suits stepped in.
Qin Fu's sharp gaze swept over them. The two froze instantly, their posture rigid under his pressure.
Perhaps realizing his suspicion, the man hurriedly spoke, words tumbling out like spilled beads.
"Mr. Qin, we mean no harm. We're here to discuss cooperation on behalf of the Planning Bureau for Cleaning Up Unstable Factors. We're both members of that bureau."
Qin Fu withdrew his aura slightly and gave a calm nod.
"Scavengers, huh?"
He looked at them evenly. "You already know I just came back from Paradise. I doubt you'd be after me for recruitment as a newcomer."
At that, the man nudged the woman's shoulder.
The woman sighed, stepped forward, and smiled.
"Hello. I don't know where you learned the name Scavenger, but since you know it, you've probably guessed our purpose."
"As for how we obtained your information—well, that's classified."
Qin Fu didn't press further. As a government-linked organization, it was natural they had their methods.
"Bring the pen and documents. I'll sign—but I'm not joining you."
The two exchanged uneasy glances before shaking their heads with wry smiles.
After scanning through the contract, Qin Fu raised his eyes.
"I want to make a deal. Are you open to that?"
The woman's expression brightened, and she nodded eagerly.
"Of course. As long as it's within reason, I have authority to decide."
Qin Fu spoke as he signed his name.
"You transfer me a sum of money. In return, if any foreign forces come causing trouble, I'll help you once—free of charge."
"After that, if you still want my help, we'll renegotiate."
The two stared at him, dumbfounded. For a moment, they felt their script had been stolen; they weren't sure who was recruiting whom anymore.
Qin Fu waved the signed document at them.
"Hello?"
"Ah! No problem," the woman quickly said. "There'll be an additional one million credited to your account. That's the maximum I can authorize."
"I hope that's sufficient…"
Qin Fu raised an eyebrow.
"Deal. Call me when you need me."
"Understood. Then we won't keep you."
They gathered the documents and hurried out of the ward as if escaping.
The moment they stepped outside, the man leaned against the wall with a groan.
"Another Paradise returnee, huh? He looked so polite, but that killing intent nearly made me wet myself."
The woman shot him a glare.
"Can you be a little more manly? He's not going to eat you. Now come on, let's head back."
With a resigned sigh, they hurried toward the parking lot and drove away.