Chapter 94: The Night Market and the Odd Little Girl

Charles took a closer look and discovered that the token contained a mysterious and formidable surge of power. When probed with his spiritual senses, it was as though he saw a colossal golden bird spanning the sky.

He immediately realized that this was a wisp of the Skywing Bird’s aura, the same calamity beast possessed by the academy’s headmaster.

Its entire body was covered in golden plumage, its wings stretching for hundreds of meters. With a single beat, it could conjure terrifying tornadoes.

It could also unleash a cry capable of shattering countless people into bloody ruin, and could easily slaughter an entire city. It was the most fearsome guardian beast of Morent Academy.

“Incredible. Using the Skywing Bird’s aura as the core of the token means no one else could possibly forge it,” Charles praised.

As his spiritual force entered it, he felt an aristocratic aura of overwhelming suppression, as unfathomable as a god.

In terms of sheer power, a calamity beast was already a true deity, more than enough to found a mighty power.

This world had two empires and one federation, and besides those there were dozens of kingdoms, all guarded by calamity beasts. Together they supported a population of more than ten billion.

Even so, the beasts of those kingdoms were generally in a dormant state. If neighboring countries learned that one of them had fallen, it would invite the disaster of extermination.

After the spiritual imprint was engraved into the token, the girl at the front desk smiled and said, “Sir, the Enforcer badge has communication abilities. You can use it to contact other Enforcers. However, this kind of communication requires the corresponding clearance. You are currently at Level One, so you can only communicate with others of the same level. Those with Level Two clearance have the privilege of forcing contact with you, so please keep that in mind.”

“Oh, so it has this ability too,” Charles said, surprised, and put away the badge.

This capability was even more convenient than a phone. Spiritual communication arrived instantly and would not be disturbed by outside factors.

At that moment, the badge suddenly trembled, a faint golden glow appearing over it. The girl’s eyes filled with envy, and several members of Team 007 who had just come down also stopped in their tracks and looked at him.

“Charles, I’m Bean, codename Martial Way. This is my contact imprint.”

A familiar voice rang in his mind along the badge; it was the dojo master.

Before he could put it away, the badge lit up again with a second golden flash, different from the first.

“Charles, I’m Leslie, codename Berserker. This is my contact information.”

Two separate Level Three contacts had reached out to him in succession, causing everyone present to look at him with astonishment and uncertainty. They could not understand what was so special about a Level One spirit master like him.

Charles rubbed his nose and smiled gently. Turning, he left the hall, and then the badge in his hand flared with golden light for a third time.

“Huh? No wonder your spiritual fluctuations felt so familiar. You brat, you actually became an Enforcer. If you’ve got nothing to do, get over here at once. The lab needs hands. And remember this spiritual imprint, it’s mine, codename Frog Prince. Becoming an Enforcer is even better; it’ll make it much easier to find you from now on.”

Clearly, this time it was that frog teacher, Garfield. Even more absurdly, the man’s codename was actually Frog Prince. Sure enough, he had a wicked sense of humor.

Charles’s earlier gloom vanished in an instant. He nearly burst out laughing on the spot, the muscles in his face twitching as he forced back his laughter, then strolled out of the hall unhurriedly.

Behind him, the bald muscular man grinned and said, “That kid is no ordinary fellow. He actually knows three people of that caliber.”

“Interesting. Looks like that handsome little guy is hiding quite a few secrets. Sister’s suddenly taken an interest in him,” the sultry woman said softly, licking her lips.

The bald man grew even more wary, as though he were looking at a venomous snake.

The other two said nothing. The captain’s expression remained as calm as ever, while the little girl was still hanging her head, playing with the doll in her hands.

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The afternoon passed in a hurry, and before long night had fallen.

The sun went down, the streetlamps came on one by one, and the planned hour arrived.

Charles changed into an unobtrusive sweatshirt and walked with his hands in his pockets, looking like an ordinary teenager as he made his way along the street outside the academy.

Come to think of it, this was his first time leaving the academy. Before this, he had been busy every single day, not daring to spare a single moment.

The streets were bright with light, and carriage after carriage roared past. Some, in their rush to save time, actually climbed up into the trees and bounded from branch to branch.

The fragrance of all kinds of snacks was especially tempting. Vendors called out along the roadside, and skewers, pancakes, and other foods that were no different from those in his previous life stirred up memories of his university days.

Back then, whenever they had nothing to do, the guys in his dorm would sneak out. Sometimes they would even call over people from other dorms, and a dozen or so of them would go out en masse for a meal.

College students were hot-blooded, and especially after drinking a little beer, they often got into conflicts. More than once, someone had gone up against another person in the market, and one man had even been given a serious demerit for breaking someone else’s leg, nearly getting expelled.

He walked along silently, casually buying a few skewers to eat. Anyway, this time he was just along for the ride, so there was no need to rush into anything.

Among the ordinary people settled on this island, the vast majority were family members of students and teachers, and once they arrived, they were not allowed to leave.

Here, they enjoyed advanced technology far beyond that of any other place, and the price was naturally being trapped here forever.

Of course, for the people of this world, living and dying on a landmass of tens of thousands of square kilometers was utterly normal.

Some of the residents of Goldenton had never even left that little town in their entire lives.

Then he noticed a small figure standing before a street stall up ahead. With a surprised smile, he walked over and said, “You’re Goldie, right? What do you want? I’ll buy it for you.”

That little figure was his teammate, a very strange and very quiet little girl, only seven or eight years old.

She looked soft and delicate, with beautiful black hair as dark as ink and a pair of eyes clear and deep as obsidian.

Yet from start to finish she had remained silent, not saying a single word, and somehow that gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

Someone who could become a hunter was obviously not as fragile as she appeared. Even among Level Two spirit masters, her strength could rank among the best, which made him very curious about her identity and abilities.

When she saw him approach, the little girl nodded and pointed with a pale finger at a candy figurine, saying in a somewhat babyish voice, “I want that.”

“Just a moment,” Charles said with a smile. He reached out and patted her little head, then took some change from his pocket. “Two of them, please.”

“Here you go. That’ll be ten yuan altogether,” said the honest-looking vendor, handing them two candy figurines with a broad grin.

These sugar figures were made from syrup as well, but instead of being blown into shape, the syrup was poured over some kind of food that served as the filling inside.

Crack.

The little girl took a small bite, making a soft muffled sound in her mouth, a little like a kitten’s. As she ate, she even stretched out her tender pink tongue and licked her lips.

After a few bites, she suddenly turned and stared at him fixedly, her eyes like a bottomless abyss.

“I can feel its aura on you.”