(From MC's Perspective)historical

I looked at the dark night through the window. Then I got up from bed and went to take a bath. It's been a long time since I had a proper bath. If anyone neared me at this point, he would have died from smelling the foul scent of me.

Time went by.

After taking a long cold shower, I walked out of the bath. Then I changed to casual clothing. "Phew!" I collapsed onto the sofa after that.

I stretch my hands and legs in relaxation. Then I operated the sci-fi watch to look into the recent news. Numerous headlines popped up on the screen. I specially search the topics in looking for Iron Post City.

When I searched for Iron Post City, Many articles came up front.

Seeing that, I clicked on the headline to read. As the time passes, I read articles one by one. The majority of the articles described the current state of Iron Post City.

When I learnt about the recent developments in the city, a small smile rose on my face. I was really worried that the entire city would be deserted. But City Lord's unexpected move obviously brought some positive change.

Then I try to find information about the insect forest.

Next, another headline came up front. It's a topic about the bandits who hunted warriors. I clicked it to read the topic because it piqued my interest.

A few minutes later, my expression turned ugly. I don't know who wrote this. But this article is critical of the incompetence of bandit hunting warriors.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I thought someone wrote this article about the influx of a new wave of bandit hunting warriors. But, "sigh," I said.

I can understand the reality. So I'm not going to curse the writer. The bandits were too strong, and they were quite large in number.

Unless the authorities take serious action. It's impossible to erase this scourge. Since Mr. Jonathan is here, I believe the headlines will change in a few days.

Then I spent a little more time reading the articles. After knowing about the recent events, I decided to check on my family.

I phoned Uncle James. As the call connected, I heard a deep voice.

"Zack, have you returned from the insect forest?" Mr. James inquired in a surprised tone.

Hearing that, a small smile rose on my face. I answered, "I just came back today." Then, I'll be leaving the city two days later.

Hearing that, Mr. James sighed in relief. He was fed up with the grim news coming out of the city. It's high time for Zack to return home safely. Now that he heard Zack's voice,

Mr. James let go of his hanging heart.

On the other hand, I inquired about Granny. Then we talked about a few other things before ending the call.

My uncle knew I was obviously tired, so he didn't continue the conversation. After ending the call, I began to contemplate. Now, I need to think about my next course of action properly.

Shall I go back to Hansen Campus? Or inquire about other monster zones. The Monster Zones are pretty much safe compared to the insect forest.

Images of the Black Forest flash before my eyes.

Last time, I gained a long-lasting memory from that black forest excursion. Level-4 Mutated Worm Monster, uh? I muttered.

But I knew from Uncle James's that authorities had successfully cleansed the site. And the scourge of mutated monsters has vanished.

Yet I have a feeling that Uncle James might not agree to my request. He might say it's too dangerous to visit. Unless I request specific help from someone, I muttered, "Elder Thornton,"

My lips curved into a small arc as I thought about him. I wonder what the old man is doing right now? He is probably pissed off that I have stopped contacting him.

But I have a feeling that he will agree to my request this time. Maybe I should talk to him about the monster zones.

A slight glint flashes in my eyes.

Then, retracting my thoughts, I decided to cultivate lightning scripture. I activated a small isolation artefact before placing it on the ground.

Then I sat crosslegged on the ground and took out the lightning pearl from the storage ring. An invisible barrier was erected around me. It will prevent others from prying into my details.

Then I looked at the lightning pearl. It is the same as ever, glisstering with a purple hue. There is a lot more pure lightning essence in it. Seeing that the barrier was erected, I started to cultivate.

I placed my hands on it and began to recite the lightning scripture. The purple rune in my consciousness started to flicker. Slowly, I begin to absorb the purple essence through my palm.

The lightning energy began to circulate inside my body according to scripture, then finally gathered inside my dantian.

Time passes,

Slowly, more and more essence settled down inside my dantian. Then the next course of action takes place. The majestic lightning totem inside my dantian begins to act.

The purple essence from the lightning pearl is already so much more. I wonder what the lightning totem is up to now. I began to carefully observe the changes through my senses.

WHIZZ

The lightning totem covers the entire essence. Slowly, the changes started to take place. Under the influence of the lightning totem, a milky white hue begins to come out of the gathered essence.

Time passes,

I will continue to cultivate. As the process continues, my lightning essence slowly starts to replenish. When half of the lightning essence filled up my reserve, I stopped cultivating and opened my eyes.

Since I'm not going to fight anyone, Half of the lightning essence is enough for me. Besides, it already took me several hours for me to replenish the reserve.

I got up from the ground. Suddenly, I felt a grumbling sound from the stomach. I realized I had forgotten to eat the food. I proceed to order food because I am hungry.

Time passes,

Soon the food was brought by the hotel server. When he left the room, I began to consume the food slowly. Later, I collapsed into my bed.

The following day,

I woke up pretty early for the meeting. Then I meditated for a few hours. After getting ready, I phoned Mr. Remington Talley. After knowing the location, I walked down to the lobby area.

Instead of eating breakfast here, I decided to eat my food at the old restaurant. After stepping outside, I strolled towards the hotel. It's a walking distance from here.

Mr. Remington told me that he was going to wait for me at that restaurant. After walking past a few more streets, I reached the restaurant.

From a distance, I saw Mr. Remington waving his hands at me. Seeing that, I quickened my pace and walked up to him.

"Why don't you use an air car for travel?" Mr. Remington asked.

Shaking my head, I answered, "There is no need to waste money; the restaurant is a walkable distance from the hotel."

On hearing that, Mr. Remington smiled but didn't say anything. Then we proceed to enter the restaurant. After stepping inside, we found a suitable spot to sit.

Then the waiter came hurriedly. After taking a look at the menu, both of us ordered a steak to eat.

Remington is just like me. He didn't mind eating steaks for breakfast. I realised Mr. Remington is very smart. He did not bring up the Eastwood company here.

Because walls have ears. This seemingly small restaurant may have spies from an organisation. Some people came here just to simply listen to people's conversations.

While we were conversing, the waiter brought up the food. The waiter just removed the lid. Next, the aroma attacked my nostrils. Next, we had tacit understanding. Instead of talking, we began to enjoy the food.

The taste alone makes us forget about the bad memories. Then, after consuming the food, we left the restaurant. Next, we are going to meet the big man behind the East Wood Company.

I don't know what will happen. But I'm sure the information in my hands will sell like hot cakes. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind. I don't know what's happening with Crimson Hall.

At this point in time, I believe the information must have spread to the other organisations. I can't wait to reach Hansen campus and talk to Mr. Arthur about it.

Also, East Wood Company is an intelligence company, so maybe they knew something about Crimson Hall. Perhaps I should use this opportunity to collect information about the Crimson Hall.

A quick glint flashes in my eyes.

Crimson Hall, uh? Last time they ordered their members to collect information about me, Even one of them tried to kill me. I doubt they'd gone back to their old ways.I'm sure they are looking for my whereabouts out there.

I should not carelessly reveal my information to others. If they knew my real identity, it may have caused a lot of problems later. From now on, I should be more careful.