With no clear leads to follow, Alfin had no choice but to start university in Banjarbaru.
Meanwhile, Rai took it upon himself to investigate several recent incidents that had caught his attention.
There were some events that felt far too suspicious to be dismissed.
One of them was the so-called Stamsun Tragedy, a sudden accident that wiped out an entire family.
Stamsun's family had been a major competitor of Diana's in the cosmetics industry.
And strangely enough—after their deaths, Diana disappeared.
Coincidentally, the Stamsun family had been based in Banjarbaru. Rai made plans to bring a newly discovered document to the area, hoping it might hold some clues.
He knew Alfin was still busy preparing for exams, but once those were over, Alfin would likely head to Banjarbaru as well. Conveniently, Rai had a small hidden house there.
In the meantime, Rai began digging through his father and aunt's desks. He also reviewed company documents, hoping to find something out of place—something that a shaman would try to conceal.
But the paperwork was... too clean.
Too normal.
Nothing stood out.
Frustrated, he broadened his investigation to include everyone else who had been killed:
His mother.
The maids.
Even the man who once took care of the family pets.
He kept pushing, refusing to give up—until he finally found something.
His sister's old diary.
There was something... off about one particular entry.
It was from two years ago. She wrote about visiting the cattle farm with their father and aunt.
> "I milked the cow with Dad helping me. I guess Aunt works hard, because doing that alone would be really tough."
> "This house feels too big for Aunt to live in by herself."
Two lines.
Both seemingly innocent.
But to Rai, they stood out.
Did his aunt live alone back then?
He had never visited the farm himself until recently. But when he did—he clearly saw eight women working there. All of them oddly similar. All of them had unnaturally large breasts.
It suddenly hit him.
Eight women tending to over 300 cows?
Yes, it was possible—but it wasn't normal. That kind of heavy labor usually required male workers.
And now, Rai couldn't shake the feeling that something deeply unnatural was hidden in that farm.
Something that had been there all along, in plain sight.
Out of sheer curiosity, Rai decided to visit the mysterious farm. He had heard whispers that the eight large-breasted women working there were once subordinates of his late aunt.
Without wasting any time, Rai gathered the eight women in the main hall of the barn.
"I just want to ask one thing," Rai said, eyeing them curiously. "Are you being paid enough?"
The women exchanged glances, then smiled in unison.
"Actually, we don't need any payment," one of them replied with a wink. "We are jin slaves who once belonged to your aunt."
"What do you mean?"
"After your aunt died, we were freed. But we chose to stay here… because this place is full of milk. And we are milk-drinking jinn."
Rai stood silent for a few seconds, trying to process what he just heard. Jinn… who drink milk?
Before he could ask more questions, two of the women gently took his hands and led him down a hidden passage behind the cow stalls. At the end of the corridor was a heavy wooden door, behind which lay a secret underground chamber.
Inside—an ancient library revealed itself. Stone walls, dusty old shelves lined with worn scrolls and books, and magical symbols etched into every corner.
"What is this place…?"
"We can sense khodam energy inside you," one of the jinn said, her tone suddenly serious. "It's time for you to receive your inheritance. The legacy of your father and your aunt—who were both powerful shamans."
Rai looked through the inherited books of his family—some even written on animal skin.
His eyes sparkled. Perhaps there was a clue about his family's murder. After all, knowledge is power.
He began reading the books one by one.
Food was brought to him regularly by the busty women, making Rai lose track of time. Eventually, he reached the last book in the library.
He had deliberately saved that one for last, as it emitted a strange, dark aura.
Still uncertain whether to read it, he checked his phone—it had already been three months since he arrived. During that time, he had absorbed a vast amount of supernatural knowledge and learned much about khodams.
The book he was about to read covered the advancement of shamans. It explained that not only khodams could evolve—but shamans as well.
A shaman's rank was measured by several factors: the amount of khodam energy possessed, the number of khodams under one's control, and the ability to merge khodams with the kastur .
Rai even learned that a kastur could merge with more than one khodam. The book detailed an ancient technique allowing up to ten khodams to be fused simultaneously, although it hinted that even more might be possible—if one could discover or develop a stronger, undocumented method.
Three months had passed.
Rai hesitated—should he read the black book or not?
Driven by his determination to uncover the killer of his family, Rai finally opened it.
The first sentence hit him like a thunderbolt.
"Did you know that every human is born with one to seven white khodams? But that's only half the truth..."
"In reality, each person is also naturally born with one to seven black khodams."
Rai read through the entire book. At first, it didn't seem too dangerous—there were methods involving fasting and spiritual cleansing to awaken these black khodams, resembling white magic in practice.
However, the methods for advancing them appeared cruel and sinister.
When he finished reading, a single sheet of paper slipped out—it was handwritten by his father, unmistakable from the familiar script.
"Never let the black sect get their hands on this book. Hide it in a place they'll never find. I couldn't destroy it."
Rai felt a chill of fear after finishing the entire contents of the black book. It was as if the book wasn't just a collection of writings, but something alive—watching him.
Without hesitation, Rai decided to return it to where he found it—on the most hidden shelf in the secret room.
He knew that although the information within was valuable, the book itself was far too dangerous. And for now, he wasn't ready to face the consequences.