Mystical Journey

Gulp…

Rod barely managed to squeeze out a smile while trying to suppress the horror in his heart.

"Thank you for your kindness, I'm called Rod Okland. May I know your name? The Rexott Group would not forget your favor."

He was full of sincerity, thinking of the direction and hope that the higher-ups had been searching for all this time. He knew that this man in front of him might be the hope they were looking for!

If he could really make a connection with him…

His heart began pounding again and he could not calm it no matter how had he tried. He even thought that his subordinates and this man in front of him could hear his heartbeat.

Their group had been searching for too long. The higher-ups had begun searching hundreds of years ago for that glimmer of light. However, one disappointment after another, one failure after another, had made everyone disheartened and turned their direction to the external armor and other sorts of research on equipment.

Yet now, this man in front of him…

"My name? I'm called Garen." Garen did not have any intention to hide his identity. Such a large organization could find out information about him easily as long as they wanted and he was lazy to hide it.

"Garen…" Rod could no longer resist. A startling thought flashed across his mind, and although his heart was tangled and hesitant, he finally decided and gulped, "May I have the pleasure to invite you to a dinner? We've only had a simple relationship with the Primary Colors where we exchange materials with each other, so you don't have to worry about us cooperating with Primary Colors. You can confirm this anytime. Not long ago, our core mercenary group clashed with the Primary Colors' Ohio Silk mercenary group and both sides received damages and were injured."

Garen was slightly stunned and for the first time, he took a closer look at his person in front of him.

This man knew that he'd slaughtered the Primary Colors' White Phoenix and yet he had the guts to invite him to dinner. Such nerves and such courage, as an ordinary person, he was excellent.

"Rod. I will remember your name."

He pondered for a bit and said, "Coincidentally, I need you to do me a little favor."

"What is it? Please say it, as long as it's within my means, I will not reject it!" Rod hurriedly answered. From the result that he'd received when he'd scanned the other party with the bracelet and analyzed with their base's database, he was even more confident in his judgment and the words he'd said. Although making contact with this person would provoke the Primary Colors' discontentment and fury, this person might be the hope that their higher-ups had been looking for. If there were further results, they might even be willing to help him fight the Primary Colors!

"I still have a captive. One killer's squad captain from the Primary Colors, but I feel that she still has some value and I need you to help me find a place to hide her."

It was obvious from Garen's words that letting Rod help him find a place was to pull him into this mess. Once the Primary Colors discovered this, naturally he would also bear some responsibility.

Rod suddenly hesitated but once his sight swept over the man's eye which held a trace of bloodlust, his heart trembled.

"No… no problem! Just a trifling matter," he replied while trying to calm himself.

"There's no problem then," Garen nodded in satisfaction. He turned around and walked up the stairs while beckoning, "Come with me."

He walked for a short distance and arrived in front of a map. Previously, he'd memorized nearly the entire structure of the base.

Now, he was familiar with it.

Rod and his subordinates behind sighed in relief.

"Sir, what now?"

His subordinate stepped forward and whispered in Indigenous people's language.

"What else can we do? Follow him," Rod replied in an annoyed tone, using an abstruse Indigenous people's language. There were at least dozens of indigenous languages in Mexico and the language they chose was a type that was almost lost. In order to deal with special situations like this, this served as an appropriate internal communication tool.

"But, agreeing with that man's request, what do we do about the Primary Colors' side?" his subordinate asked. He understood the risk that came with this request. Although he did not understand the reason his leader actively sought the man in front of them, this did not prevent him from analyzing this situation.

This would drag them into the fight between this man and the Primary Colors.

Rod was advancing while staring at that man's back.

"Daring to charge into the Primary Colors' base alone, if it's not absolute certainty, then it's absolute confidence in himself. No matter which is it, this person is not someone that is easier to deal with even when compared to Primary Colors. Before we understand the full picture, it is better that we do not make any move or promise."

After he'd calmed down, Rod felt that the invitation just now was a bit reckless, but he was unwilling to lose this opportunity. If this man was truly the hope they'd been looking for, his position within the organization and his right to speak would improve greatly.

They did not speak anymore. The subordinate was a clever man. He could see that Rod was taking a gamble.

After Garen left the base and took a few steps out of the tattered metallic door, he heard the sound of an explosion behind him.

The ground shook violently.

Garen turned towards the group of people and smiled.

"Using their bombs to make some fireworks seemed to have a good effect"

"This guy… blew up the entire White Phoenix base…" Rod muttered. Although he had some speculations, he could not help but feel a chill in his heart. These methods of his were too vicious.

The Primary Colors would definitely go to war! No matter what sort of reason and excuse was given, the higher-ups of the Primary Colors wouldn't meekly accept this.

Some people gulped. They knew that the White Phoenix base was done for. This base that the Primary Colors had invested hundreds of billions had been destroyed in a huge explosion and had become an underground mass of scrap metal. A loss of hundreds of billions was in no way a small amount, even for their Roxett Group. Although this base was just an ordinary storage base, the materials inside also cost a lot of money.

They stood in front of the doorway. Vaguely, they could hear the sound of explosions in the base that might've been due to some device that had blown up. They could also hear the cries of some people that did not make it out in time.

"Help!" "No! No!!..."

"Run! It's going to explode again!"

The sounds came from the ground. With Garen's keen hearing, he could clearly hear the sounds of the movement under the ground, along with shouting, cries for help, screaming and running footsteps together with the sound of the collapsing building.

The number of people that were too late to escape was estimated to be in the hundreds. From the beginning of his raid to the end when he came out, the time he took was less than ten minutes. In such a short time, many people had been inside the base without knowing what was happening.

"Pity…" Rod's complexion changed and drew a cross over his chest and prayed for the people trapped underground.

He glanced at Garen. Hundreds of people had died and a lot of them were innocent, but these seemed to have no effect on Garen. He did not mind the horror that was occurring underground.

"Let's go. We're going to see our cute little kitty," Garen called. After settling the base, his mood seemed to be good as he strode towards the forest.

He was now very interested in the little kitty who had attacked him. The girl called Semone led him all the way to this base under the influence of Fantasy Fist. She would definitely be on the White Phoenix' kill list.

Before he'd left, Garen did not left any bindings or prohibitions on her and only told her of this fact. She was a clever person and must have realized that going back would mean forfeiting her life. Between life and death, the choice a clever person would make was evident.

However, what Garen was interested in was not her cleverness but the trait that she had shown in the villa. The Invisible Creature seemed to be attracted to her.

‘Her mind must have been damaged by Fantasy Fist and triggered her hidden talent to attract the Invisible Creature,' Black Sethe explained. ‘What are you going to do with that Semone?'

"Isn't it just right to use her to understand more about the Invisible Creatures?" Garen said while leading Rod and his men.

He split the bushes in front of him with a machete to reveal a path that was wide enough for one man to travel. Those spiders, lizards, and snakes were scared off by the aura that came from his body and did not dare to approach. Some of the slower flying insects were swept over by his aura and fell down like rain.

‘What happened at the villa should be a coincidence. The invisible creatures are not something that will come out when you want them to. Their cycle of time is very long, so if you want to use this trait of hers, I'm afraid you will be disappointed,' Black Sethe laughed. ‘If you have so much time, why not search for more Void Creatures and kill them to collect Void Core to treat your eye? Your eye might be able to recover slowly.'

"This eye is still able to recover?" Garen was stunned and asked.

‘Of course! Why do you think I would bother collecting Void Cores? That thing is effective in treating injuries from Void Creatures and Rebels. It just takes a long time. Though if it was converted into Medicine Stone, it will shorten the time,' Black Sethe explained. ‘But this is only when the distance between you and Nadia is still far. If you are closer and within the effective range for all kinds of curses, you'll be in big trouble. Without the Void Core or Medicine Stone, you can't make a dent in the curse. This is the case if you are a Pursuer. If it's any other common creature, they can only face the curses head on and tried their best to resist them. Without the special trait of Pursuer, Void Core is useless for them,' Black Sethe laughed twice and continued. ‘Now you understand the importance of Void Core?'

Garen nodded his head and took note of it mentally. Truthfully, from his first encounter with Nadia, perhaps the one that had occurred in a dream, he had not felt much danger. He was not anxious at all; although Nadia said she would arrive soon, she was so far away. As long as he prevented her from knowing his coordinates, he would be able to delay her arrival indefinitely.

Hence, there had been no sense of urgency in his heart, but Black Sethe's words had woken him. As the Nine-Headed Dragon King, Nadia did not need to arrive in this world herself. Her long-distance projection was powerful, and together with curses and combat techniques, she would be terrifying to deal with.

Garen could not forget the time when he was cursed and had his attributes decayed. He would have to dedicate some effort to searching for more potential points to improve his body. If he received a more powerful curse at a time when he'd run out of Void Cores and was consequently unable to lift the curse, he would end up miserable.

His extremely strong body was his biggest shield. Now that Black Sethe mentioned the curse, he decided to be warier.

A curse from an ordinary Void Worm could already diminish his attributes, and if it was replaced by Nadia's curse…