A Zoologist’s Guide to Surviving Magical Creatures Chapter 117: ʕ•̫•ʔ---GSSIN

Fenrir's grin widened. "Bingo!" He slapped his hands together in mock applause. "I knew you had it in you."

I blinked, still processing what just happened. "Wait, so the hidden space-ti leyline... is in the Eternal Prison? That place is actually connected to it?"

He nodded, leaning forward with that damnable CEO-like confidence.

"Exactly. The Eternal Prison is more than just a holding cell—it's a ti anomaly, a central link. Think of it as a kind of... well, a rift in space and ti, where the leyline's power is... sealed, for lack of a better word. It's not just a prison for souls; it's a prison for ti itself."

Sothing felt off. If the hidden leyline really was in the Eternal Prison, why couldn't I enter the place? With Kaleon's will and essence, it should be fine, right? After all, the leylines themselves originated from Kaleon's essence. It just didn't add up.

"Then if the space-ti leyline is in the Eternal Prison," I began, crossing my arms skeptically, "why did Viracocha say my presence would cause destruction?"

Fenrir chuckled, setting his mug down. "Because your re existence would wake up the guardian."

"The guardian?" My stomach sank. I could already tell I wasn't going to like this explanation.

"Yup." Fenrir leaned back with an easy grin. "The guardian has a bit of a temper. You see, it's got a strong attachnt to Hestia. And let's just say it's not exactly Kaleon's biggest fan. It blas him for abandoning Mythica, slipping into his eternal slumber, and, most importantly, making Hestia cry."

I froze. "Y-you an if I entered, the guardian would… attack ?"

"Oh, absolutely," Fenrir said, nodding like he was discussing the weather. "It'd co at you like you owed it money."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "Well, that's... horrifying."

Fenrir smirked. "That's why it's best you don't et with Hestia. Not yet, anyway."

"But Kaleon wants to find the hidden leyline!" I protested. "We need to restore balance to Mythica. If we don't, the whole realm—everything in it—could collapse!"

"One step at a ti, Carl," Fenrir said, raising a hand to calm down. "The hidden leyline is the last piece of the puzzle. Besides, the space-ti leyline is still intact. You should focus on the other leylines first—those are the ones in trouble. There are forces out there trying to gain control over them."

I frowned, puzzled. "What do you an? The fragnts of the leylines? But no creature can absorb their power."

Fenrir gave a sly grin. "Who said absorbing fragnts is the only way to control the leylines?"

I tilted my head. "Isn't it?"

He shook his head, the smirk on his face growing wider with an air of amusent. "You're oversimplifying things, kid," he said, his tone dripping with patient condescension.

"Fragnts aren't so casual trinkets you can just stumble across. They're hard to obtain for a reason—by design, even."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping as if sharing a secret. "Most Unknown Gods don't even bother fragnting their powers. That kind of drastic move only happens when they feel genuinely threatened—when the risk of being captured is imminent. It's their version of a failsafe."

Pausing for effect, Fenrir's eyes glead mischievously as he continued. "When they make that call, their powers don't just vanish into thin air. No, the fragnts disperse, spreading far and wide. And each fragnt ends up in the hands—or claws—of their most loyal subordinates. These subordinates don't just guard them casually either; they're sworn protectors, bound to defend the fragnts at all costs."

"So… you're saying Agnos is the only Unknown God who's had his fragnts scattered?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," Fenrir confird. "The rest of the Unknown Gods still have their powers intact. Which ans they still have control over their respective leylines. But…"

I leaned forward. "But what?"

"But, just like fragnts, the leylines themselves have nodes. Each node is overseen by a guardian."

I stared at him, deadpan. "How many guardians do you guys need just to babysit the leylines?"

Fenrir burst out laughing. "You'd be surprised by the numbers."

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Great. So if the nodes are guarded too, what happens if one gets… I don't know, corrupted?"

Fenrir straightened, his expression turning serious. "A corrupted node disrupts the entire leyline network. Think of the nodes like network switches—they're interconnected. One goes down, and the rest feel it."

"Ohhh, I get it now," I said, snapping my fingers. "It's like a magical IT system. Got it."

Fenrir smirked. "Exactly. You're smarter than you look."

"T-thank you." I flushed, scratching the back of my neck. "So what do you suggest we do?" I asked Fenrir.

Since I couldn't unhide the space-ti leylines, my next best option was to ensure the other leylines were safe. But how exactly was I supposed to do that? It's not like each node ca with a handy alarm switch… or did they?

As if reading my thoughts, Fenrir smirked. "You don't need to worry about intruders ssing with the leylines' nodes for now. We've got a top-tier security system monitoring everything. The leylines aren't without their advanced technology, you know." Check latest chapters at novel※fire

I blinked. Of course. At this point, nothing in Mythica surprised anymore—not even the thought of magical infrastructure doubling as high-tech fortresses.

"In fact," Fenrir continued, his tone taking on a sharper edge, "what we really need to focus on right now is tracking the traitors. The ones orchestrating these attacks. And, most importantly, finding the big fish behind them—the operative pulling the strings and trying to throw Mythica's balance into chaos."

"Huh?" I blurted out, incredulous. "You want to catch the traitors? Do I look like a secret agent or sothing?"

Fenrir's smirk deepened. "Aren't you?"

I froze, baffled. "What? ? A secret agent? You've got to be kidding ."

"You have the Gleipnir badge, don't you?" he asked casually.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What does having a Gleipnir badge have to do with being a secret age—" The realization hit like a runaway Pegasus. My stomach sank. "Oh no. Don't tell …"

"Bingo." Fenrir's grin widened as he leaned back with theatrical flair. "Welco to the Gleipnir Secret Service and Intelligence Network, also known as GSSIN."