154 Saharo City

A special vehicle moved through the streets of a large city with more than one hundred million people.

No matter who, all those that watched it would show respect and awe due to the crest engraved in the doors. It was a blade covered in arcs of revolving water and belonged to the Samar Family, a Noble Family with a Count.

A young man was inside the vehicle, and as he saw the expression on the people’s faces, a nasty smile appeared.

“Hahaha, those commoners are so ludicrous. Just my Family Crest is enough to make all of them vow.”

The scion’s looks were not that good, and the expression on his face only worsened things, but he did not care since no one outside the vehicle could see him. His name was Simon Samar, and he was Count Samar’s seventh son.

Simon Samar had always liked to look down on others as it made him feel superior to the rest, something he desperately needed due to his actual position in the Samar Family.

Even if he was not the seventh in the line of succession, all of his brothers and sisters were not only older but also much more powerful and talented. To be fair, Simon had a powerful bloodline as the son of a man that managed to become a Count, but his lack of effort and undisciplined nature made it very difficult to advance in cultivation.

Despite Simon’s Lineage and resources, he barely reached Level 3 at seventeen years old, and it seemed that he would fail to surpass the first cultivation bottleneck, preventing him from reaching Level 4.

Although not all were the same, there was a lot of fighting in Noble Families, not just between the old generation that wanted to rise higher but also among the young scions that sought to hoard the best resources for them.

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Someone like Simon, who did nothing but waste time and showed little to no commitment, was considered trash and left with the most basic resources.

Of course, in Simon’s mind, the disparity between the treatment of him and his sibling had nothing to do with him and everything with jealousy and envy of others.

Luckily for him, a mysterious organization contacted him less than a year ago. They promised to provide him with all sorts of unique cultivation treasures and Wave Viruses in exchange for his loyalty and sharing his family’s secrets.

Simon did not hesitate to accept their offer. The fact he was essentially betraying his family did not bother him because, in his mind, they betrayed him first.

The mysterious organization kept its word, and the resources they sent were so powerful that even though Simon barely trained a couple of hours a week, he managed to advance to Level 4 and was already on his way to Level 5.

A few weeks ago, the mysterious organization commanded Simon to come to a special meeting in a small city. They told him that he needed to free his schedule for a few weeks and that he would return to his family like a new man and get the respect he deserved.

The mysterious organization had never lied to Simon, so he was sure they were telling the truth, and his blood burned with excitement and anticipation.

As the vehicle left the city’s gates and headed forward, Simion’s smile grew wider.

“The time for everybody to recognize just how amazing I am has finally arrived.”

Simon uttered those words inside the vehicle as he looked at the only other person inside it. He was a middle-aged man with golden hair, a bulky body, and a large scar on his face.

That middle-aged man was a Level 5 Astral Wave Warrior that the Samar Family assigned as Simon’s bodyguard, something very common in Noble Families.

Simon had no worries about revealing things in front of the man since the mysterious organization already took care of it.

Although the bodyguard acted as always, there was a command implanted in the deepest part of his mind that stopped him from betraying Simon. Or at least that is what the mysterious organization told the scion.

When Simon looked at the servile expression on the bodyguard, he showed an expression full of contempt.

“Hmph, Loras, you always acted so high and mighty despite being a mere bodyguard, and now I can do whatever I want with you.”

The bodyguard only nodded at Simon’s words, showing no resistance or other emotions.

Having a Level 5 Astral Wave Warrior as a slave made Simon feel amazing, and just as he was about to continue tormenting the man, it happened.

“?Boom!”

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The vehicle carrying Simon and Loras was dozens of kilometers away from the city when someone descended from the sky and crashed on the ground before them.

Simon was shocked, and his mind froze for a moment as he did not know what to do. He had never faced any real danger in his life, so he was not able to react when he saw a man with black armor and a red helmet appearing in front of his vehicle.

The first thing that Simon thought to do once his mind began to work again was to call for help and send Loras toward the enemy, but suddenly he felt two red eyes focusing on him and throwing everything else into darkness.

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A vehicle with Samar’s Family Crest reached Saraho City. That was a small city surrounded by a scorching desert. There were not many resources growing in a place like this, but there were also almost no Wave Beasts in the surroundings, so it was very peaceful.

Due to the current technology of the Godslayer Humankind Empire, an inhospitable environment like a desert could not make people’s life difficult. Still, it was odd to have tourism, but hundreds of people have arrived over the last couple of days, and all of them were special in some way.

Of course, the news that hundreds of civil officers and scions from Noble Families arrived simultaneously in Saraho City would have alerted someone, but 99% of them hid their true identities.

Simon got down from his vehicle alongside a middle-aged man with black hair and a large scar on his face. He looked at the surroundings, and as he saw the commoners looking in his direction with awe, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

After having enough of the people’s gazes, Simon and the middle-aged man enter the finest hotel in the city. The scion had already made a reservation, and several beautiful women escorted him to one of the finest suites.

“Loras, you have one of the cheapest rooms. Wait there until it is time to leave.” Simon spoke those words as he laughed with the women by his side.

The middle-aged man nodded before focusing on the receptionist, who handed him a key. He then went to his room, and he adopted a meditative position once he reached it.

A Wave Cloak covered his body, and the density and power of this one corresponded to that of a Level 5 Astral Wave Warrior. As he trained, parts of his Wave would morph into streams of water from time to time, matching the cultivation technique that the Samar Family gave to the bodyguard.

Simon’s debauchery and Loras’ training were transmitted to a secret location in Saharo City by special cameras that were imperceptible to the naked eyes of Wave Warriors. It was not just their behavior, the one that was recorded, but the one of everyone in the entire city.

Saharo City might seem normal on the outside, but it was much more than that. There was not a single corner of it that was not under absolute surveillance.

A group of fifteen people was in front of screens showing the movements of the hundreds that came to the special meeting. They recorded every single action they took in detail.

An old man with golden hair and a stern look was supervising those fifteen special investigators. From time to time, special reports would arrive, and he would decide whether they were worth follow-up or should be dismissed.

Suddenly, the old man’s eyes grew sharp as he focused on a report and waved his hand, making a virtual screen appear in front of him. The more he saw, the colder the look in his eyes grew before a small smile appeared.

“So we finally got our first rat. He is pretty good, and if it were anyone else, he might have gotten away, but for someone like me with decades of experience, it is as if you were holding a sign telling me your real identity.”

The old man wrote some words, ensuring special focus was on that specific individual before carrying on with his work. It would have been easy for him to arrest that person or even straight away go for the kill, but he did not do it. There were more efficient ways of handling people like that.