Mystical Journey

Chapter 671: Corporate 1

Chapter 671: Corporate 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The space in the plane was huge and it was split into three rows. Rob and his assistant were sat at the front, in the middle were Garen and Simone, and at the back were his subordinates. There were a group of men left that could not fit into the plane. Instead, the rides on the were switched to cars, and they departed from the ground instead.

The pilot was from Lesothy. Once he found out about its particular conditions, he quickly had an expression as if he wanted to stay out of trouble.

Garen sat by the window, overlooking down at the moving trees and sea through the transparent glass window.

Between the trees and sea, of dark green colors mixed with yellow and red, he could see apes and eagles appearing from time to time.

As the plane rose up to a higher level and passed by a white waterfall entrance, Garen’s supervision swept across the border of the waterfall for an instant - Standing there was a young woman supporting herself with crutches.

This woman stood on a piece of empty land, and behind her was a small wooden house. However, the small house and the forest was merged as one. Those without supervision would not be able to tell the difference.

As if she could sense Garen’s stare, the woman raised her head towards the plane and looked at it. Her eyes were unexpectedly light golden in color, making her look very beautiful as it reflected the faint light of the golden sun.

Garen was slightly surprised, but when he wanted to take another look, the plane had already flown past the waterfall. The height of the plane was lowered as they sped towards the huge piece of flatland, river, and forest.

"There were once some nature-loving hermits who lived in this area. The Primary Colors Group had no problems with them. But after that, those who lived here suddenly disappeared, and some abandoned small houses were left behind. Those were the houses you saw just now," Rod turned his head to explain. He could see Garen’s line of sight from the reflective mirror.

"I saw a woman standing in front of a small house by the waterfall just now. Where is she from?" Garen asked.

"Woman? That’s not possible." Rod laughed, "The wooden houses here have been abandoned for many years now. You are talking about the woodland houses I suppose. I have been here a few times and that was what the people of Primary Colors call it. A woman used to live there but she disappeared after. According to rumors, she has been missing for many years now."

Garen frowned.

"I saw it. The woman’s eyes were golden."

Rob looked startled.

"That can’t be, whose eyes are golden? You must have seen wrongly. The reflection of the sunlight would have also caused an illusion."

"Maybe it’s that..." Garen temporarily tossed this small matter to the back of his mind.

He leaned slightly into the leather chair of the back seat and started to pay attention to the Attribute Pane below his field of vision.

‘Garen Thomas.

Strength 7. Agility 7. Vitality 7. Potential 10248%. Soul limit 30.

Seed of soul: The Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique.’

‘Void Hunter: Many ancient civilization inheritors, who were enemies with the Void race for generations, had the ability to capture the core of the void creature and its own powerful talent. That was the power of eternal talent given by ancient mystical strength.’

‘Hellfrost Peacock Technique: Level one entry (Total of 5 Foundation Level, derivative level of 3, full power of 8 levels) Every level’s exercise achievement would clean one’s own blood, gradually growing closer towards Hellfrost Peacock’s physique. The ultimate achievement would be the highest form of Hellfrost Peacock King, the limit being army level.’

‘Seven Star Life’s Secret Point: 4th Level (Total of 7 levels)’

‘Violin Skills: 2nd Grade, proficient level. (Total of 3 grades)’

He realized that his potential points had already increased to the extent of over a hundred points. Evidently, it had come to a point where wearing this mask on his face played an extremely crucial role. However, it was also obvious that it had started to increase slowly now.

This mask almost added him another one hundred potential points or so, which was an optimistic amount of revenue. Although it could not be compared to the total amount of antique he previously owned, this was the second of the Twelve Masks after all. If he could succeed in getting all the remaining masks to be in his possession, then the potential points he would receive could be an extremely impressive amount.

His sight fell into his own Specialization Technique. The Hellfrost Peacock Technique’s real effect was still not exemplified yet. What he was using now was just the original toughness of his physical fitness.

He hesitated for a bit, then his sight fell directly onto the Hellfrost Peacock Technique continuously for three minutes. The icon of the Hellfrost Peacock technique wavered for a while, and immediately after, there was no reaction. The potential point also had no sign of any changes. It was clear that the potential points could not be used to directly strengthen himself.

Regarding the information of this Secret Technique form suddenly appeared. Building the base was one of the effects of level one - spread the seeds all over the body. Whereas level two was where the real practice would start.

Once level two had been achieved, according to his memory of the information on Secret Technique, his Palm Power should contain a type of strange cold toxin. If it was in Totem World, maybe it would have become a more powerful cold toxin that could overcast the surroundings. But in this world, it could only be displayed on the cold toxins of Palm Power.

This was all the Basic Secret Technique every world had, to purely enhance physical quality. Once the Seven Star Life’s Secret Point had been added, it would be enough to achieve the limit - three hundred points of strength degree, but it would still be a huge loss. This was not a simple strength and speed issue. Instead, it was a problem of the control of the Secret Technique. With that kind of knife method, the moment the knife left his hand, the opponent would immediately get hit. Not understanding either the profoundness or using the same level of Secret Technique’s counterbalance would only result in getting beaten up; it would be very hard to reach a point where he could defeat Nadia, the Nine Head Dragon Queen. Yet, this Secret Technique was different. The root of the Secret Technique would come to a certain difficulty that would create various very strong effects towards the body. Who knew, but maybe it could produce a specific type of unique effect.

Garen started focusing his attention on his thoughts about the information of level two.

This was two conditions necessary for achieving level two.

With current technology, arctic lands could be imitated, but white Peacock Stone?

He only knew about the green Peacock Stone. He was unsure of the white one. Maybe this was not the type of Peacock Stone in which he knew?

He passed the question over to Black Sethe.

"Peacock Stone? In white? Why would you want that for?" Black Sethe seemed a bit shocked.

"Of course I need it for practicing the Secret Technique," Garen did not cover it up.

‘Then that would be a bit tricky. If I remember correctly, the Peacock Stone you ask for in the Secret Technique is not like the green stones you understand about. Instead, it is another type where the stones are inside the slime of the peacock’s body,’ Black Sethe explained, ‘Peacock slime is a type of Invisible Creature. A lot of worlds have it, even this world has it. But this, you would have to search for it yourself. I’m helpless in this situation.’

"Alright..." For a moment, Garen put down the Secret Technique’s progress rate. Hellfrost Peacock Technique’s name sounded very intense, but he was not specifically sure how much of an increase it would give, or whether it would help him deal with the Nine Head Dragon, Nadia who was getting more and more pressing.

As he returned to consciousness, the helicopter was slowly landing. Simone, sat on his left, was asleep with saliva dripping onto the black shirt in front of her chest. When dried up, it gave out a horrible smell.

"We’re here, we’re here." Rob hurriedly called out, "Down below, the people from our organization will act as reinforcement. Mr. Garen, you temporarily do not have to worry about Primary Color. Over here, nobody would leak this information."

"Thank you very much," Garen nodded his head. Looking down from the plane, on top of the grey and white round airport below was engraved with a red cross. In the middle of it stood a crowd of people, waiting. They were wearing grey and green military uniform, and a beret. Their postures were upright, in their arms held a black assault machine gun.

Garen took a look at his surroundings. Around the airport was enclosed with high walls, and there were a lot of soldiers with berets patrolling the area. It was as if this was a military base.

The helicopter slowly descended. Rob was the first to get down the plane. He then faced the officer below and gave a salute and they saluted back at him with speed and power. After that, the leader, a soft-spoken black officer muttered a few sentences in his ear. The both of them nodded their heads, indicating that they understood each other.

Only then, Rob quickly turned around to greet Garen.

"Everything has been arranged, Mr. Garen." His had a smile on his face and did not have the slightest fluster or panic of talking to a terrorist, " I understand that you wanted to ask us why we value you. Since we took the initiative wanted to be friends with you, yet we did not discuss White Phoenix or Primary Color. This answer is quite a long story, why not we have a meal and talk at the same time. Is that fine with you?"

"Many thanks for your hospitality," Garen smiled. Such top-level organization like a Rexott Group was also what he needed as a figure for an alliance.

Such large organization would often be so exaggerated that it had the power and strength to make people feel dumbfounded. He too wasn’t crazy. If it wasn’t necessary, who would want to look for trouble and make enemies with these world-class organizations?

If one got to the point where he had enemies all around the world, then that would really be a failure.

But indeed, as Rob said, he was very curious about his counterpart’s intention.

A group of people surrounded Garen and Rob while he introduced the situation here and was headed towards the airport’s dining hall.

The airport was situated outside the city; it was built on a flatland that was opened up from a forest, beside St. Jeddah City. This time, they luxuriously invited some well known international chef from a hotel and had already prepared Garen some scrumptious dishes.

After they sat down facing the steaming table of food in a white dining hall, Garen and Rob just randomly ate a bit, then put down their fork and knife. The taste palate here was very sweet, extremely sweet - mixing the chili and sweet drinks in a dish tasted weird.

Rob noticed this bit, and he revealed a trace of apology.

"My apologies, I have not welcomed you well."

"No worries, let’s talk about proper business. You guys, Rexott Group should have a deep understanding towards the Primary Colors Group right? With this amount of time, you should have found out about my identity and background, right?" Garen spoke frankly and bluntly.

Rob mocked him.

"Of course as you’ve expected, I just received all the information," With a waved of his hand, the servants in the dining room dispersed out the door and left. However, the guards were outside the door.

"You as Nighthawk King, and the conflict between Primary Colors and White Phoenix. Originally, we should not have mingled into this, but..." Rob paused, then carefully gave Garen a side eye.

"Over here, I would like to once again confirm your identity."

"Identity?" Garen raised his eyebrows, feeling that Rob was hinting something.

"You, are you really a pure human being?" Rob asked each word and each sentence seriously.

Garen was surprised. He never thought his counterpart would suddenly ask this sort of question.

"Of course, I am pure human," He answered, without a trace of hesitation.

Rob’s eyes were staring at him, as if debating how reliable that answer was.

"Why would I need to lie to you?" Garen laughed, and stroked Simone’s small brain, "Why don’t you just tell me what is wrong. I still have some other matters to sort out. I can’t stay here for long."

Rob nodded his head, lowered his head to look at his watch on his wrist, as if he finally confirmed something. His expression suddenly turned complicated, yet weird, like he was holding back some excitement to a joyful situation.

"Then I’ll just say it." He appropriately said the words, "To tell the truth, us, the Rexott group have always been researching the topic of human strength limitation. We have always attempted to search for the path of hope of becoming a normal human being. Phrasing it this way, are you able to understand?"