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[You have drawn the item: '3D-Printed Human Skin Mask.']
Upon seeing the high-tech item he had drawn, Fujiwara Toru's eyebrows raised slightly.
This item was undoubtedly inspired by Mission: Impossible, where Tom Cruise and his team used 3D-printed human skin masks to impersonate others and complete their missions.
It bore a striking resemblance to Vermouth and Kid's mastery of disguise—only one relied on skill, while the other depended on technology.
An idea sparked in Toru's mind. Beside him, a heavy case materialized.
He picked up the case and opened it to reveal a rectangular device inside.
Toru retrieved his laptop and connected it to the device. He then opened a 3D modeling software, casually searched for a random person's photo online, imported it into the program, and pressed the print button.
The rectangular device whirred to life, and within less than a minute, a human skin mask visibly emerged from the machine.
Opening the device, Toru took out the mask and slipped it over his face.
Standing in front of a mirror, he examined himself carefully. The mask was indistinguishable from real skin—it looked completely lifelike.
"This world truly doesn't operate on science but on Conan Logic!"
Toru couldn't help but marvel.
Given that everyone's head shape was unique, such a skin mask should logically be easy to spot as fake when worn. Yet, in this world, whether it was this high-tech gadget or Vermouth's masterful disguises, both could fool even the sharpest eyes.
"With this equipment, carrying out covert operations will become much easier."
Toru had been sent to Japan by Spencer, and his identity was already partially exposed, especially to the Black Organization, which knew his true persona.
As a result, conducting certain missions under his own name would be risky. But now, with the ability to change faces, he could assume a new identity to carry out assassinations, gather intelligence, or perform other clandestine tasks.
Closing the case and securing it with a password lock, Toru turned his attention to another ability he had recently acquired: the "Yin-Yang Eye."
While in America, he had attempted to use the Yin-Yang Eye to perceive things invisible to ordinary people, but to no avail.
He initially assumed that the concept of the Yin-Yang Eye didn't apply to the Western world. Now in Japan, he focused intently once more, scanning his surroundings with the Yin-Yang Eye—but still saw nothing.
"Strange. Could it be that there are no demons or supernatural entities in this world? If so, why does the Yin-Yang Eye exist? Isn't it just a useless ability?"
Toru was utterly perplexed.
He accessed a specialized website on his laptop—the CIA's exclusive internal network.
After verifying his identity, he began searching through classified documents within the CIA database.
If supernatural phenomena or creatures like ghosts existed in this world, the CIA would undoubtedly have records of them.
Over the past sixty years, America had been the most powerful nation on Earth, and the CIA was arguably the most formidable intelligence agency. Its internal archives did contain some mentions of supernatural occurrences, though none were deemed dangerous. They posed no threat to humanity—not even enough to warrant concern.
"There are two possibilities," Toru mused. "First, my clearance level isn't high enough to access more sensitive documents."
"The second possibility is that while supernatural abilities do exist in this world, they aren't particularly powerful. Otherwise, humanity would've likely been wiped out by now."
Toru shook his head.
He hoped this world wouldn't turn out to be filled with bizarre anomalies.
In a normal world, Toru's physical capabilities and skills would make him akin to a superhuman in human society.
But if supernatural powers beyond human understanding existed, his abilities might lose their edge, forcing him to learn an entirely new set of skills.
On second thought, however, this world already had drugs capable of reversing aging—a clear indication that it wasn't exactly "normal."
Toru hadn't thoroughly explored the mansion yet. As the place he'd call home during his university years, he needed to familiarize himself with every corner.
He strolled leisurely through the house, examining the luxurious Italian furniture scattered throughout.
Running his hand over the pieces, he noted that some were relatively new, while others appeared to be quite old.
Though he wasn't overly germophobic, he disliked using items that had belonged to others.
"I'll need to replace all this furniture at some point. Maybe dig out a basement in the courtyard too."
Toru stroked his chin thoughtfully.
A basement would provide space to store firearms and other contraband, given Japan's strict gun control laws. Such items couldn't be kept openly.
To match the mansion's elegance, the furniture would need to be top-tier—sofas costing tens of thousands of dollars apiece.
Fortunately, Toru's private account held several million dollars, so financial concerns were unlikely to arise anytime soon.
In his previous life, Toru had relied on official identities created for him by the CIA. As a result, he had been cautious about earning money privately, wary of drawing suspicion from internal investigations.
Now in Japan, as the head of the local branch and equipped with the 3D printer, he could bypass CIA channels and forge new identities through private means.
This would allow him to handle illicit funds more discreetly moving forward.
Entering the farthest room on the second floor, he found a spacious area with bright windows. A Yamaha grand piano stood prominently in the center, indicating that this had likely been the original owner's music practice room.
On the piano's stand sat a pristine doll resembling "Shinku."
Toru approached and inspected it closely. The doll seemed quite old but was meticulously maintained.
"Did the previous owner forget to take it with them?"
Picking up the doll and examining it briefly, he placed it back where it belonged.
The mansion had been cleared of all personal belongings, suggesting that the former owner had packed everything up before leaving. Only this doll remained, its presence feeling somewhat out of place.
After pondering for a moment, Toru decided not to dwell on the doll further. He continued exploring the mansion until he was familiar with every nook and cranny.
Knowing the layout would prove invaluable if anything unexpected happened. Once satisfied, Toru returned to the study.
Previously part of the field operations team, Toru now found himself straddling the line between action and management. The only downside was the periodic requirement to write reports.
Being his first time drafting a managerial report, Toru wasn't familiar with the process and spent considerable time completing it.
Glancing at his phone, he realized it was already past 9 PM. Feeling hungry, having skipped dinner, he decided it was time to grab a bite.