The Blood of the Powerful

Name: The Blood of the Powerful
Author: Konpaku

上位者之血

by Konpaku

Status: Completed
Length: 236k Words
Genre: Western Fantasy
Subgenre: Mystic Fantasy
Updated: 4y ago
English: Request a translation

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Synopsis

The Fake Detective:

Outdated deductive calculations make solving cases time-consuming and exhausting.

Meaningless chatter, a loser in the competition and a stepping stone for the victor.

Working behind closed doors, only to have the police beat you to the case.

The Real Detective:

An unparalleled tough guy kicks down doors to enforce the law; when intelligence is lacking, firepower makes up the difference.

A sultry assistant is always ready to help, and a reliable big gun offers doorstep service.

In 1875, the city where I lived was named the most advanced region in the world.

The main reason was that its steam technology was frighteningly advanced, while insane crime and top-tier talent arrived in an endless stream.

This cannot be denied, but it was simply the truth, and people still flocked here to live.

This city would always give you a sliver of hope, whether it was a lie or an illusion. Yet it was close enough to touch, seemingly within reach, making you risk your life and forget death.

And me? I was merely a despicable outsider.

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