The city was still boiling with the chaos of the news, headlines repeating everywhere, and journalists continuing to analyze every little detail.
**"The victim's head was found with a mysterious message addressed to the city's heroine, Star Weaver."**
**"Police investigations reveal that the victim was a well-known con artist, but he wasn't known to be dangerous or a killer."**
**"Has Chaos Harbinger started targeting ordinary criminals too? Or is there another reason?"**
The photos taken at the crime scene clearly showed the brutality of the murder, but what stopped everyone wasn't just the severed head or the scattered blood, but the **evident signs of battle at the scene.**
Parts of the building were destroyed, explosion marks spread across the walls, and debris was scattered everywhere.
But what was most concerning was **the blood that didn't belong to the victim.**
Laboratory analysis confirmed that the sample didn't match any criminal record or known data.
**"Simply put, there's no record of this blood in any database, not in civil records, not criminal, not even in government archives."**
This was **impossible.**
Even criminals living in the shadows have records, even foreigners and illegal immigrants have their data recorded upon entering the country, even the most secretive killers leave paper trails somewhere.
But this person? **He didn't exist.**
It was as if he were a ghost, a man without an identity, an entity unregistered in any human system.
**"Does this mean Chaos Harbinger isn't an ordinary person?"**
**"Could he be an infiltrator from another country? A spy? A non-human entity?"**
**"How can a living person have no record anywhere?"**
The speculations began to take more bizarre turns, some said he was a **sophisticated robot created by an unknown,** others said he was **a non-human creature,** and some simply believed **he wasn't from this world.**
But amid all this chaos, there was one person who didn't care for these strange theories.
**Ilara, the city's heroine, Star Weaver.**
She was sitting in a small café in downtown **Virenze**, dressed in her civilian clothes, blue jeans, and a simple black shirt, her silver hair tied in a messy bun, her blue eyes watching the screen of her phone displaying the breaking news.
She was on vacation.
**Damn him.**
Why did he have to choose this timing?
She had finally decided to take a day off after all the recent fights, after the battle at the hotel, after all the exhaustion she felt. Today was her day, a day for rest, but of course, **she didn't get that.**
She sighed deeply, then pulled out from her small bag a **disguised identification device,** which cloaks her identity when transitioning to her missions as a heroine.
She pressed the button, and instantly some biometric waves in her body changed, making any security device unable to recognize her as a heroine or a civilian, but only as an unknown digital identity.
Moments later, she had left the café, heading to the crime scene.
When she arrived at the site, she found a team of investigators and forensic scientists working at the location. The atmosphere in the area was tense, journalists jostling outside the security cordon while the officers tried to organize the chaos.
Ilara approached slowly, her eyes carefully scanning the place.
**Signs of the battle were everywhere.**
This was different from Chaos Harbinger's previous crimes.
There was no meticulous planning or dramatic staging like the hotel, no hostages, no threats, no live broadcast.
This was **a real fight.**
She looked at one of the officers, a man with short brown hair and stern features, who seemed to be in charge of the investigation here.
"What do we know so far?" she asked in a low voice.
The officer, who knew who she was despite her disguise, didn't seem surprised to see her, instead, he answered seriously.
"The victim is a man named **Leonard Graves,** known as a skilled con artist, using his supernatural abilities to see parts of the future to execute elaborate scams."
"But he wasn't a killer, right?"
"Correct, he was never known for violence, all his crimes were financial, nothing bloody."
Ilara furrowed her brow.
"If he was just a con artist, why kill him this way?"
The officer exhaled as he crossed his arms.
"Well... it's complicated."
"How so?"
"Apparently, this man had **a lot of enemies.**"
"Enemies?"
"Yes, because of his scams, there are **dozens of people whose lives were ruined by him,** lost their money, homes, businesses, some even attempted suicide because of him. We have a long list of people who had a motive for revenge, but none of them have the capability to do this."
Ilara felt something strange in this story.
"But even with all that, none of them would have killed him in such a brutal way."
"Exactly. Chaos Harbinger didn't just kill him, he **left a message to let everyone know he did it.**"
"But why?"
"That's what we don't know."
"Was anything else found?"
"Yes... and this is the interesting part."
The officer led her to one of the forensic investigators, who was standing next to a tightly sealed medical bag.
"What's this?"
"Forensic analysis revealed **traces of other blood at the scene, but it doesn't belong to the victim.**"
Ilara's eyes widened.
"So... he was injured?"
"Yes, it seems he sustained serious injuries during the fight."
"That's good..." she muttered quietly, but the investigator continued in a sharper tone:
"No, it's not good, because when we tried to trace this sample in the databases, we found something strange."
"What do you mean?"
The investigator opened the medical bag and pulled out an electronic medical report, handing it to her to read herself.
When Ilara looked at the screen, her eyes widened in shock.
"This... this is impossible."
"Yes, we know."
On the screen, there was one very clear sentence:
**"Identity analysis: Unknown. No matching records in any database."**
Ilara felt a strange chill run through her body.
"This... can't be true. How can there be no record of him?"
The officer shook his head slowly.
"We don't know. There's no match in civil records, criminal, or any previous medical archive. Even if he's an illegal immigrant, he should have some record somewhere."
Ilara clenched her fists tightly, her mind racing.
"So... either he has a super ability that erases his data from any system, or he's not from this world at all."
She looked at the officer and the investigator, then said in a low voice, full of determination.
"Whatever he is, this man is not ordinary. We have to catch him... and quickly."