Well, purchasing a base shouldn't be too difficult. But first, why don't we have a night of fun?

  "As much as I'd like to, there's a lot of work to do. I'd prefer to get a stable base or home before we resume such fun."

  "Very serious," she remarks.

  "It's because I sense that if we don't move fast, things won't end well."

  "I see... vague, but I trust your instincts, even if they are quite vague at times," Hope says.

  "Well, in that case, why don't we go base shopping? We should be able to buy a skyscraper."

  "Money, though. Since no one can see us and we're going to be paying in cash, it's better if you go through the supernatural community. I have some connections that can cover the bills."

  "Why do we even need someone to cover the bills?"

  "Buying a house, especially with cash, and the fact that people can't see us, requires going through the supernatural community. As for the bills… Well, if a spiritual lifeform has a social media account, no normal person would be able to see it. Same goes for posts made by that individual, even if they use someone else's account."

  "Wait, why is that?"

  "It's because spiritual lifeforms aren't really 'invisible' or perceived by normal people. From their perspective, we don't exist. So anything connected to us, like transactions or posts,Doesn't exist and you can't see something that doesn't exist."

  "So, even though we technically show up on cameras, normal people can't see us on the video?"

  "Exactly. And automated payments from our accounts wouldn't show up either. They’re just... unnoticed."

  "Still, I remember in Bleach, they were able to see the destruction caused by Hollows."

  "True. But they couldn't see the Hollows themselves. At most, they blamed it on some supernatural phenomenon. So even if they understood something supernatural caused the destruction, they were unaware of the actual individuals involved."

  "Makes sense. Not really sure if social media works that way, though."

  "The leader of the Soul Reaper already tested it. Honestly, it's kind of weird how a spiritual being can post on an account, and normal people just... don't see it."

  "Well, I set up a meeting with my friend."

  "Don't look at me like that."

  "Fine," I sigh. "Let’s get a temporary base first, and then I’ll fuck the shit out of you. Sounds good?"

  She smiles and clings to me as we fall asleep.

  Though I notice... There are some downsides to only needing four hours of sleep. I’m extremely bored. Apparently, stuff doesn’t open as early as I'd like. Even businesses that are open late don’t stay open that late when you only sleep four hours.

  Eventually, we went to the meeting.

  I’m greeted by a beautiful elf. Not surprising. Elves are always attractive. Even an "ugly" elf would be supermodel-tier by human standards.

  Though honestly, I don’t even think supermodels are that attractive. All the surgeries and Photoshop... but I digress.

  She smiles.

  "So, you want me to purchase a building on your behalf and cover the expenses?"

  "Exactly."

  "I’ll draft up a magic contract so you don’t screw me over. As long as you keep providing the funds to cover all the building’s expenses, I’m happy to do it."

  "Sounds fair. How much is the building?"

  "A billion dollars."

  I scoff. "That building’s nowhere near that much. It's only 10 stories and in a failed development area. It’s just sitting there, finished but abandoned. It'll need a lot of remodeling."

  She smirks. "Well, I wouldn't mind lowering the price in exchange for a fuck session with the cute little Loli."

  "I mean... the red eyes, the white hair... The contrast between your hight and childlike appearance"

  "I'm a dude."

  She pauses, then laughs. "Oh, that's actually even better. But of course, the one time I find an albino Loli, and they’re a damn trap."

  "Actually, now that you mention it, I don't remember hope having red eyes. Especially not slitted ones."

  "It’s a characteristic of my race. When I transform into a diamond."

  "I see. So, no devil anymore. Just... spiritual lifeform."

  "Exactly."

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  "To be honest, I thought your height would ruin the look."

  "No, the contrast makes it even better," Hope chimes in. "Especially if you were cross-dressing. But only if you have a dick."

  "Futanari aren't off the table. Not even a little bit."

  "Wait, didn’t you say you had a muscle fetish?"

  "I’m attracted to powerful people. CEOs and politicians think they’re powerful, so I used 'muscle fetish' to throw them off. But it’s more about actual strength."

  "So here your payment"

  "We really need a better name. 'Diamond' is a lazy name."

  "Agreed. But anyway, you’ll have to wait to become a diamond. We need you to handle all the bills. Apparently, even automated payments tied to spiritual beings are invisible to normal people."

  "Honestly, that's fascinating. Even social media posts are undetectable if made by a spiritual being. Like, our entire existence just doesn’t register."

  "That's way more broken than invisibility. And it's not even an ability. It's just a side effect of being what we are."

  "How long will renovations take?"

  "About a month."

  "In that case," I nod to Hope, "we'll be doing some training at a certain person's gym. And do NOT use that reverse summoning teleport method hope."

  "Why not?"

  "Summoning magic is designed to summon someone to you. It’s low-grade teleportation with way too many random elements. Like hero summoning—lots of specs, but the person is random. Not to mention, summoning is easy to interfere with. Teleportation can also be blocked, but it's far more stable."

  "So what happens if the summoning goes wrong?"

  "Best case, you end up lost. Worst case, you die."

  I snap my fingers.

  We appear in the gym.

  "See? Actual teleportation. Fast. Smooth. No janky movement. Summoning magic was never meant for transportation, and reverse summoning—sending yourself somewhere—is even more unstable."

  "Fine, fine."

  At the gym, flare grins. "So, here for that much-needed buttfucking?"

  "Honestly, not sure why you're so obsessed with that. For starters, our bodies digest at 100% efficiency—no waste. Second, even if I did have a but hole, you don't have a cock?"

  "You could make a magic one. Hope said"

  "True. But I don’t know any spells like that. Flare reply"

  "I'm sure you could find sex magic spell for it."

  "And here I thought you'd be against it, with me being a dude."

  She shrugs. "Depends on the person. Not into dudes, but not against futanari either."

  "So, what you're saying is... I need to find a way to make a spell to give me a magic cock and one to give you a butt hole?"

  "Exactly."

  "Honestly, that's fair."

  Hope shakes her head. "This conversation is so dumb."

  "You're the one who brought up buttfucking in the first place."

  "Details."

  Flare and I begin sparring.

  "I'm not holding back. Are you ready?" I ask.

  She's faster than expected, but I can keep up easily enough. We're both wearing weighted clothes, so it's good training.

  "Hard to believe you weren't this strong before," Flare remarked.

  "Well, some people are natural geniuses. Like me."

  "And yet..." Flares vanish and reappear behind me, tapping my head. "Still sloppy."

  I sigh. "I'll get there."

  "Of course. You're still better than my students that think I don't know they're slacking maybe I should give them a good beating"

  We keep sparring, hour after hour.

  I'm glad our stamina is virtually infinite.

  Eventually, I collapse on to the mat, breathing heavily

  How am I even breathing heavily? I don't have lungs nor do I need to breathe.

  "Okay... maybe I need a break."

  Hope claps from the sidelines. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

  "So... what's the next step?" I ask between breaths.

  "The next step is mastering your energy control. Raw power is nice, but if you can't control it, you'll burn out fast.

  The technique is from Hunter x Hunter—basically, you use spirit energy instead of Aura, but focusing 100% of it in parts of your body rather than spreading it around. The same principle applies: you only have so much spirit energy, so dispersing it across your entire body isn't as powerful as focusing it in one area. However, unlike the idiots in Hunter x Hunter, you'll be mastering rapid deployment, so you can apply it in the last fraction of a second before attacking and defending."

  "Sounds boring."

  "Welcome to mastery."

  We leave the gym, shower, and change clothes.

  "Alright," I say, stretching. "We’ve got a month until the base is ready. How do you want to spend it?"

  Hope grins. "Endless training and questionable conversations."

  "Sounds like a plan."

  "Also, we should probably pick up supplies. Furniture, food, essentials."

  "Do we even eat?"

  "Technically? yes. But only about 1kg and 1L ever 2 weeks."

  "Fair point."

  We hit up some supernatural markets.

  Buying stuff as a spiritual being is weird. The currency isn't normal money—it's more like trading energy or rare materials.

  But Flare handles most of it. Apparently, she's well-connected.

  "You're surprisingly competent at this," I tell her.

  "Of course. Just because I like having fun doesn't mean I'm useless."

  Hope snickers. "Could've fooled me."

  Flare sticks her tongue out at her. "Jealousy isn't cute, Hope."

  "Whatever."

  By the end of the day, we've stocked up on pretty much everything we need.

  "Back to the temporary base?" I ask.

  "Yep."

  Hope and I teleport back and unload everything.

  Afterward, Hope stretches and flops onto the couch.

  "So... about that fun night you promised?"

  "Now who's being serious?" I smirk.

  "What can I say? Motivation is important."

  "Fine. But only after you show me you’ve improved."

  She grins. "Deal."

  And just like that, life settles into a rhythm.

  Training. Shopping. Talking about nonsense. It's peaceful, in its own chaotic way. And somehow, I know... this is only the beginning.