Mystical Journey

"There's no mistake. For 10% of the shares, if everything goes smoothly that month, your income for the month would be easily 100 thousand Units," Garen said casually. Observing Celine's look of disbelief, he helplessly let out a sigh.

"Go on, keep on blowing your trumpet," Celine scowled as she grabbed a date and tossed it into her mouth.

"Why would I want to lie to you about this?" Garen said seriously, "This technique is something only I can achieve, there's no one else who is able to do it, so I don't mind telling you about it." In reality, no matter how he calculated, this was already an extremely conservative estimate. However, as per Garen's hypothesis, at this level of cash flow, to someone as rich and powerful as Celine, although it wasn't too much, it was enough to lure her in without attracting too much attention from the higher-ups. With someone like Celine as his shield, it was the option that presented the least risk and the safest option available to him.

"You better not be scamming me," seeing Garen's seriousness through his statements, Celine's facial expression started to soften. She started to suppress the concerns in her heart and said with a very serious tone, "If your project will really rake in such a huge amount of profits, I can help you get in contact with a couple of my connections."

"Of course, I wouldn't joke about something as big as this," knowing that he'd managed to lure her in, Garen nodded seriously.

After thinking for a while, Celine continued to inquire more about the details of the project.

Garen responded to all her queries assuredly. He was once a top class specialist back in the various regions of the Totem World, and his knowledge had reached the absurd level of even being able to conduct a heart transplant and alter the genes and souls of others. Dealing with Celine was nothing more than just throwing out a couple of new theories to impress her.

It was just a matter of changing the names of the existing theories from the Totem World and attaching a prefix and suffix to the theory itself. This made the theory seem even greater and mind-boggling. With this simple method, he'd completely stunned Celine.

After the explanation of 3 core theories, Celine started to understand the message behind Garen's technique a bit more. With this, she confirmed that he wasn't just tooting his own horn. With her newfound trust towards Garen, she started to connect him with her own circle of friends.

Nonosiva was a genius from a normal household and a future mech pilot, and even just being a genius within Blackboard Academy would've given him a promising future. For him to make his way up the ranks of the military wouldn't be a surprising thing. Now, if he could garner enough funds, resources, and support, his future opportunities would be limitless.

After all, a few of the young generals in the past in the military had similar humble beginnings. It was completely possible for Nono to become a general in the future.

Unconsciously, Celine's impression of Garen started to change. For a genius like him with enough potential, along with an offer with enough profit, these two conditions allow this person to be able to negotiate with her on equal standing. At the very least, she no longer underestimated this person's capabilities.

After a hanging up from a call, Celine slouched back with a look of exhaustion.

"Luckily you already proved your worth to the higher-ups in the academy. Otherwise, your background would've been too lacking in credibility. There would be no way for you to be able to retain this amount of profits."

"Have you set the time for the meeting?" Garen overheard a portion of her conversation earlier.

"Yeah, after we get discharged, we'll have a look at your goods. They want to inspect the quality of the goods before agreeing to anything. If the fuel powder quality is decent enough, there won't be any issues," Celine nodded. "I've contacted a few people, there were two that were quite keen on this deal. They will come view the goods together at a later date. One of those guys come from an even more influential background than me, so you should take care not to offend him. Otherwise, there'll be a lot of trouble coming our way." she cautioned him.

"I understand," Garen nodded his head with a smile. He knew there was hope in achieving his goals. With his current identity as Nonosiva, he was nothing more than an average person in the eyes of the others.

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Blackboard Region Border

Noon, Sunny

The green hills looked as though they were covered by a gigantic green rug which stretched all the way to the horizon.

Shoo shoo shoo!

A fleet of black humanoid mechs with circular discs imprinted on their chest plates was engaging in a battle over the hills against numerous red and white mechs.

"Who the hell are you guys!? Don't you guys know that we're the stationed troops over here at the Blackboard Region Borders!?" one of the black mechs loudly roared. The response to his question came in the form of a white steel trident being stabbed through the cockpit at its chest.

"No...!" Bang! The black mech exploded in a ball of flames. The white and red mech that stood right in front of him pulled his trident back, seemingly letting out a few chuckles.

"Open fire!"

The remaining black mechs readied their double-handed cannons and started firing in the direction of the white and red mechs. Light orange cannon shots started raining down through the sky, but somehow none of the shots managed to land anywhere close to the white and red mechs.

"Too slow! Too slow! Hahaha!" one of the white and red mechs burst out in laughter, easily dodging the cannon shots coming its way. With a swift flick of its trident, it managed to slash through another black mech's chest.

Bang!

Another one burst into a ball of flames.

Meanwhile, the remaining black mechs had their backs against a wall. Comparing the pilots' skills or the mechs, the black mechs were vastly inferior to the white and red mechs on both aspects. At this point, their frontlines have almost been completely annihilated.

It was at this moment that a huge black mech started rising up from below.

"How dare you invade my Blackboard Region!" this black mech clad in a Viking helm roared out loudly. With a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, the mech charged straight towards the white and red mechs above.

On his way up, he passed by an out of position white and red mech. With a flash of silver light, a clean cut appeared across the cockpit of the white and red mech. After a couple of sparks, the entire mech exploded as it crashed down to the ground.

"Invaders! Go to hell!" the mech in the Viking helm let out another hoarse roar. Raising up his shield, he aimed the pointed edge on the center of his shield at the leading white and red mech and charged straight towards it.

"Finally, someone who's somewhat decent appeared," the white and red mech let out a chuckle. With a flip, it started lunging downwards while throwing his trident towards its opponent. At the same time, the mech's mouth started to turn slightly red as it opened its mouth.

Whooo!!

A bright red laser was fired from its mouth, directed towards the Viking helm mech.

"What? A laser from the mouth!?" the Viking helm mech was surprised."But this kind of particle doesn't stand a chance against my shield! Moron!"

What he failed to notice was that the particle beam wasn't aimed at him to begin with. It was aimed at the handle of the trident that he'd thrown earlier with utmost precision, creating a huge explosion.

Bam!

In a puff of smoke, the trident was propelled by the explosion, causing it to accelerate to tremendous speeds and even break the sound barrier. In an instant, it hit the side of the black mech's shield.

Clank!

The Viking helm mech's shield was flung away and a large chunk of his right upper shoulder was ripped away by the trident, revealing the malfunctioning circuit boards.

At the last moment, he'd managed to steer the mech away using high leveled piloting skill, narrowly escaping death. However, this near-death experience definitely left him drenched in cold sweat.

Hearing the sound of the trident crashing to the ground, the Viking helm mech no longer underestimated his opponent. He raised his two-handed sword up as he glared at his opponent with absolute concentration.

"Oh? You managed to dodge that. You're not half bad," the leader of the white and red mechs had a glowing green gem embedded in its chest plate, looking slightly different from the other red and white mechs. Although the voice from inside the mech had been heavily altered electronically, from that monotonous line, he could sense the mocking tone the opponent had.

"Who the hell are you people!?" the Viking helm mech shouted loudly, "I am Commander Bender of the 7th Squad of the Blackboard Region Borders Stationed Military! Name yourself! Invaders!"

"Your level should almost be at around Level 4, not bad," the white and red mech laughed coldly, "but that's as far as you'll go."

"We've wasted enough time, Milu," out of nowhere, another black electric ball appeared next to the white and red mech. From inside the ball, out came another white and red mech with a similar green gem on its chest plate, with the same electronically altered voice. "The leaders are gonna be here soon, let's stop wasting time."

"Understood! Understood! I rarely get to come out on these expeditions, so I had a little too much fun."

The Viking helm mech started to feel like he was in danger.

"Another one!?" He frantically pressed the emergency report button in the mech cockpit.

Woo… Woo… Woo…

For the first time in years, a piercing alarm sounded from below.

"Let's finish this quickly!" the second green gem mech said coldly.

"Stop nagging!"

The two mechs suddenly lunged down at high speed, far exceeding their movement speed from earlieras well as the reaction speed of a Level 4 mech pilot's willpower. The movement left a streak of green across the sky.

The two green trails intersected right at the location of the Viking helm mech which was attempting to escape. After the exchange, the two mechs appeared once again.

Bang!!

The Viking helm mech immediately burst open and was engulfed in flames as it crashed towards the ground.

At the same time, the other black mechs were also being picked off one by one, exploding into balls of fire.

A few of the white and red mechs moved to the ground to collect the remains of their fallen allies. After collecting everything, they charged towards the Blackboard Region. After a short while, the sky was once again filled with countless silhouettes of mechs. All of them were the white and red mechs, with one of leaving a trail of green light as it moved. They formed a huge "Light" character in the sky, standing out a lot.

"Pick up your paces. Once we've approached the target, everyone will scatter and move individually. We will regroup once again at the target location, understand?" the green light mech gave out his orders as they sped through the sky.

"Understood," four voices echoed one another.

The synchronized answer displayed the amount of discipline this group had.

This team consisted of 4 green gem mechs, all with a glowing green diamond gem embedded in their white and red mechs. If the Viking helm mech who had just been defeated saw this time, he would've been shell-shocked.

The green gem on the mechs symbolized that they were mech pilots who are almost at Level 5. Now, there were four of these people just within this team. However, what was more terrifying was that the one leading this group was someone who's even stronger. It was someone that exceeded even Level 5.

Suddenly, the green light mech turned his attention to his right.

"That was unexpectedly fast," inside the mech, a red-headed male in a white mask said with his head held low. His mech followed suit and went into a fighting stance.

"It's the Blackboard Academy Elites, Sir Guccidor!" the entire team came to an immediate halt as one of the green gem mechs reported.

"They must be the Elite Students stationed at the nearby Academy Branch. Don't get too cocky, these types of enemies are at least Level 3 and above." The leader Guccidor cautioned calmly. "The opponent has a Level 5 Instructor level experts in their ranks. If we do not manage to end this confrontation within 2 minutes, all members scatter and retreat."

"Yes!"

Guccidor was calmly observing the fire red humanoid mech flying over in the distance. On the back of the mech, two wings were spread wide. Its diamond-shaped eyes were glowing in an icy cold green.

"Level 5 expert… Fiery Kaizen! How interesting…" he let out a small grin.

Clank!

A straight alloy knife sprung out from his mech's arm.