Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Chapter 379 - 379 203 The Life of Sorrow Mysterious Martial King, Two Top-tier Secret Manuals (Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 379 - 379 203 The Life of Sorrow Mysterious Martial King, Two Top-tier Secret Manuals (Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

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If he had two more complete top-tier secret manuals for reference, it would greatly help him in deducing his own secret manual going forward.

Facing such temptation, Jack Clark naturally wouldn’t refuse, although he had a premonition that this task might not be simple, given the astonishing reward.

Humm!

Under many watchful eyes, the Bluebird battle machine slowly took off, then with a burst of powerful thrust from its tail, it roared into supersonic speed towards the Rear Base.

Before long, the fighter aircraft traversed over a thousand kilometers and appeared at the Rear Base, coming to a gentle stop on the airport’s open ground.

After passing through several stringent inspections, Jack Clark was led by a soldier to the core office of the base’s command building.

“Prodigy Clark, General Lance is inside, you can go in,” said the soldier.

Jack Clark nodded and politely responded, “Thank you for the trouble.”

The soldier hurriedly shook his head: “No trouble, no trouble at all.”

The office of Tyler Lance, the commander of the entire Southern Battlefield, was large, divided in the middle into two sections: One for daily office work, the other half filled with display screens.

Seeing Jack Clark walk in, a smile appeared on General Lance’s face, who sat behind the desk: “Haha… Student Clark’s here, come, have a seat.”

“General Lance, hello,” Jack Clark greeted politely, then sat down on the chair opposite the general.

He couldn’t help but be polite; as soon as he stepped into the office, his keen intuition immediately sensed a terrifying pressure emanating from the elder who seemed to be around fifty or sixty years old.

This pervasive, invisible pressure was so strong that even though the elder had concealed his aura, it still gave Jack Clark the illusion of facing an Ancient Beast.

Very strong. This was a fearsome strong man, at least starting from the Ninth Heavens.

Tyler Lance spoke in a gentle tone, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while, but I’ve been too busy and hadn’t found the time until today.”

“Who would have thought that after more than ten years, another genius would emerge from the Southern Cultivation World. Half a year of cultivation, and you’ve reached the top of the younger generation, swallowing mountains and rivers with your momentum, invincible in your path.”

Jack Clark replied modestly, “General, you flatter me. Any achievements I have today are all thanks to my school’s cultivation.”

“Haha… This is no flattery. Although our Eastern Summer training system is now very complete, reaching this point still relies on your own efforts.”

“By the way, recently the background shows that Student Clark has reviewed several advanced cultivation methods, how was it, did you gain anything?”

Jack Clark nodded, “The gains were substantial. It was only after reading those cultivation method summaries that I realized how superficial my understanding of True Martial was, too focused on short-term improvements and neglecting to enrich myself.”

“Normal. Everyone initially focuses on their cultivation realm when they first encounter cultivation, it’s only at a certain height that one needs to turn back and learn more knowledge, to enhance their intrinsic quality.”

“And this level of insight is something many people may never reach in their lifetimes, or only at the Sixth Layer Heaven.”

“After topping the southern younger generation, you didn’t continue to seek short-term breakthroughs, instead consolidating and perfecting your own path of True Martial. This is commendable.”

“Even though it slows down your short-term progress, having a solid foundation will allow you to move steadier later on, and after you ascend to the throne, you’ll be able to go even further.”

The elder spoke as if he were a relative chatting, his tone gentle, showing no hints of being the supreme authority controlling the entire Southern Battlefield.

The elder talked with Jack Clark about many things, then his expression became serious.

“Student Clark, there’s a difficult task I want to assign to you, a task with a personal nature. I hope you won’t refuse.”

Jack Clark earnestly replied, “General, please say it. As long as it’s within my power, Jack Clark has a duty to comply.”

He didn’t speak definitively, as a task that led a commander of a battlefield to offer tw’o top-tier secret manuals as a reward must be quite troublesome.

“Protect a girl and let her die peacefully.”

“What…?” Jack Clark wondered if he had misheard.

General Lance sighed, “You heard right, protect a girl for three months, and then let her die peacefully. This is her information.”

As he spoke, General Lance pushed a folder across the desk towards Jack Clark.

In confusion, Jack Clark opened the folder, and soon a somewhat familiar woman’s photo came into view.

Of course, Jack Clark didn’t know this woman; he felt she looked familiar because he had seen her photograph in the room of his brother Glenn Clark; she was an internationally famous female celebrity currently.

That such a celebrity would need the intervention of someone like Tyler Lance seemed improbable, didn’t it?

Amid his astonishment, Jack Clark continued to flip through her profile.

Mathilda Ward, female, 19 years old.

Internationally renowned female singer, a celebrity in her prime, has released several albums in just four years…

It indeed was that celebrity, and amidst his confusion, Jack Clark turned to the last page.

Mathilda Ward, 19 years old, Mysterious Martial Sky King’s Daughter.

The daughter of the Mysterious Martial Sky King, no wonder she could ask for the assistance of such a prominent figure as Tyler Lance. However, with her status, even if there were issues, they shouldn’t need to involve him, a ‘small fry’.

And why should she be led to death?

Jack Clark looked up, perplexed, at General Lance.

Answering his inquiring gaze, General Lance sighed lightly, “Mysterious Martial, as one of the top strong men of the Human Race, has been active on the Frontline Battlefield for many years.”

“Over the years, he has suppressed countless enemies from different races and members of the Evil God Sect, even including demon kings from The Purgatory Family and Evil Gods themselves. As such, those adversaries have come to view him as a thorn in their side.”

“But as a titled Heavenly King’s strong man, his strength is too formidable, and these enemies, finding him too difficult to kill, have turned their sights on his family.”

“Or rather, not just Mysterious Martial, all king-level members of the Human Race have family who are targets for assassination by different races and the Evil God Sect.”