Chapter 202
It would have indeed been a difficult mission for a normal Rank-1 to sense and identify the abnormality; however, he was different.
The world around him shifted as he stared at the park. Colors dulled and sharpened in his vision, while shapes morphed subtly, revealing hidden layers beneath the surface. His eyes flashed in a mysterious color as everything was revealed to him. The trees, the people, the very air itself seemed to shift in his vision as hidden truths were laid bare before him.
Every pulse of energy, every unseen current in the atmosphere became visible, threads of power weaving through the ordinary scene.
He could see through everything, and just by standing in one corner, he was able to see the entirety of the park.
It didn’t matter if there were trees or people in between; his eyes could see past everything at a glance. It was as if the physical world was a mere veil, easily peeled away by his gaze.
It was like peeling away layers of reality, exposing what lay beneath the surface.
He slowly observed the signs of abnormality, and his eyes narrowed as he witnessed something.
“Interesting…” A cold smile curled at the edge of his lips, the faintest hint of satisfaction flickering in his expression.
Without lingering in the park any longer, he returned to the hotel. His footsteps were light but purposeful, his mind already racing ahead to the next steps.
He had found something interesting.
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At the Mystic Purge Clan
Sigh, what a chaotic situation… Jenna thought, her fingers lightly drumming the armrest, a distant look in her eyes as she considered the events unfolding.
She leaned back in her chair as she gazed out of the window, her eyes distant, as if observing something far away.
The sunlight filtering through the window cast long shadows on the floor, but her eyes seemed to see far beyond the confines of the room.
“Still, who could have expected that his sudden departure would make them this restless?” Her voice was soft but carried a note of amusement, as if she were privy to a game only she could see.
Her lips curled slightly as she spoke, a knowing smile playing on her face.
She stroked her chin and had a meaningful look in her eyes. Each movement was deliberate, her mind calculating the possibilities with the precision of a seasoned strategist.
“Does that mean they were already aware of the abnormal potential in that boy? Or did they realize this recently…? Given the recent arrangement, it seems they found out during the demon hunt event.”
She smirked, her face as beautiful as a piece of fine jade. Yet behind that beauty was something far more dangerous, a mind always scheming, always two steps ahead. There was a sharpness to her expression now, like a blade concealed in velvet.
She tapped the armrest of her chair and said aloud, “Go and take advantage of the situation. The supreme elders have all been in closed-door seclusion since the last century. Now is the perfect time.” Her voice was a quiet command, laced with a calm authority that brooked no hesitation.
As she looked outside the window, a black shadow of a man emerged behind her. The shadow moved with an unnatural fluidity, its form shifting briefly before solidifying into the shape of a man kneeling. The shadow knelt and answered, “Yes, madam.”
It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Like smoke dissipating into thin air, the figure vanished, leaving no trace of its presence.
Jenna still didn’t turn around, but in the next moment, a purple medal appeared in her hand.
If Oliver were here, he would have easily recognized the medal as the same dark artifact he had sold to her long ago.
The [Medal of Eternal Pain].
“Oh, how I wish I could act now… but no, there’s still some time.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, filled with both longing and restraint.
Her slender fingers grazed the metallic surface of the purple medal as she whispered.
The cool metal sent a faint vibration through her fingertips, but her expression remained unchanged.
“Unexpectedly, the boy gave me something important for my revenge. My plans have accelerated significantly thanks to this.” Her eyes darkened as she spoke, the weight of her words heavy with intent.
She gazed at the medal, the potent dark espera radiating from it seeming to have no effect on her. This dark espera, known to have driven countless people mad, was ineffective in her hands.
“Compared to this, some void dust is a fair trade… Still, I am quite curious about what he needs such a thing for.” A glint of curiosity flickered in her eyes, though it quickly gave way to calculation.
She pondered deeply but could not come up with anything.
Void dust was not something simple. It was found in mysterious black rocks that sometimes fell from the sky. Not only was void dust a very powerful material, but in the hands of an exceptional alchemist, it could turn into something phenomenal.
Obtaining void dust was not easy, but for her, one of the top executives of the Black Code Federation, it wasn’t a resource she lacked. Her position ensured that even the most elusive materials were within reach.
This was also why she had easily agreed to Oliver’s request.
Nonetheless, after Oliver left the clan, the information was quickly sent to the top elders in charge of handling the missions, causing a stir in the department.
The swift transmission of information triggered a chain reaction, the ripple effect of his departure spreading quickly through the ranks.
It was no trivial matter that one of the heirs was so easily assigned a mission without anyone being aware of it.
A thorough investigation was already underway to identify the cause of it all.
Of course, she had already cleared all traces relating to her beforehand, so no matter what, the investigations would never lead back to her in any way.
She had covered her tracks meticulously, like a spider spinning an invisible web around her actions.
Now, she was curious if the clan would act as she had expected or do something else. Her fingers drummed the armrest again, her mind racing with possibilities.
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“Did you find it?”
An old man sitting in a leather chair in a beautifully decorated office questioned the middle-aged woman in front of him.
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