So simple, in short, once the clothes are changed, it becomes easier to move.

Gu Mo swiftly removed his coat, pulling out the summer casual wear he found in his bag. However, at that moment, he paused slightly, stopping his movements, and looked around this quiet alley.

Just now, there was a fleeting sense of being watched...

In the air, there also seemed to be a brief flash of something unusual...

Clearly, it was clean here in his perception just now, so why did some discordant elements suddenly appear?

Moreover, the aura felt somewhat familiar to him, with subtle differences; familiar because he had repeatedly encountered it in the last scenario, experiencing that cold oppression not only through ordinary human senses but also in a completely different perceptual form after acquiring Spiritual Vision and activating Inspiration.

It was an aura differing from the world's logic, from things of the Mortal World.

As for the unfamiliarity, perhaps it was due to slight differences in the world's rules and details, variations caused by things like plane deviation? He thought like this, confirming that what he just felt was indeed an aura from the Mortal World, with no essential differences.

Having cultivated the habit of checking for Spirit Realm warnings first when something happened, Gu Mo looked at his two Guardian Spirits nearby, finding that they still had no major reactions, unsure if they disdained whatever suddenly appeared in the dark corners of the alley.

This made him breathe a slight sigh of relief, though he didn't completely relax his vigilance.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, a prepared Curse Talisman appeared in his palm, lightly pinched between his slender index and middle fingers.

During this time, he finally got the hang of the Samurai Skills taught by Minamoto no Yoshiie, mastering the "Swordsmanship Stance"... Though close combat moves were just a basic skill manifestation, whether he could use them well in real battles depended on his accumulation, requiring experience and awareness.

And the main focus and direction for improvement remained the practice of Talismanic Magic, so after mastering the "Purification Talisman," "Summoning Fire Talisman," and "Communication Talisman," he successfully acquired "Barrier Talisman" and "Nourishing Body Talisman," two Talisman Skills he had long wanted.

The former can be used to set up barriers against evil spirits, either opening a barrier in a certain area or activating a Curse Talisman to carry around, making oneself a moving barrier during the effect duration, capable of mitigating adverse environmental influences and accelerating energy recovery through the pure air circulating within the barrier, resisting negative status triggers, etc.

As for the latter, it literally nourishes the body, fostering vitality.

It's quite a good skill, though not as exaggerated as in his impression; apply it once for continuous health recovery, combine with other talismans to stand and fight everything... The damage dealt to him doesn't exceed his health regained per second, neither dodging nor avoiding, relying solely on inner strength to outlast the enemy.

It only allows the user's Health Value to recover faster, perhaps needing just half a day to restore some mobility from injuries that would typically require several days of bed rest. However, this already makes for a remarkably fine sustainability method, with a more varied Curse Talisman reserve naturally boosting his confidence somewhat.

Quickly reviewing his growth during this time, Gu Mo felt not the slightest fear but rather an impulse to test his skills.

It would be a good opportunity to test the strength of ordinary monsters in this world, to see if he could navigate effortlessly... as long as what's coming is indeed just normal monsters.

But standing vigilantly in place, he awaited the attack from the Mortal World, which did not come but instead, footsteps suddenly emerged from outside the alley, a rather noisy and chaotic sound from a group rather than an individual... On the street outside, a group of people walked by, laughing and chatting noisily.

"Hmm?"

Gu Mo raised his eyebrows, turning to watch as three to five hooligans passed by the exit, hair dyed like pig bristles, cigarettes in their mouths, with arrogant expressions. Furthermore, as they walked by, they all instinctively turned to look into the alley, many showing slightly disappointed glances.

A couple of them seemed somewhat tempted, pointing at Gu Mo in the alley, whispering and gesturing...

But their companions seemed uninterested, especially when glancing and noticing Gu Mo was wrapped up tightly, and with the entrenching tool casually set against the alley wall from when he organized his bag; their eyes focused, hesitated for a moment, but eventually shook their heads.

So nothing happened, they seemed to have just walked past, with their laughter fading into the distance.

Gu Mo frowned, continuing to gaze intently at the alley exit, not because he feared that group might relax his vigilance and launch a surprise attack, but because he was seriously contemplating, having felt the creeping coldness in the alley growing denser little by little.

There seemed to be a certain rustling noise in the air, as if emanating from a distant ethereal place, or echoing within the alley, faint and ambiguous, with vague sounds of painful and spiteful sobbing told.

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