The mont the red haired woman uttered those words; "Follow .", Creed knew the situation was far from over.
And most likely, his demands would be t.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his blue eyes gleaming with quiet amusent as he followed after her.
Trent and Kent, still bruised and limping, hurried along behind him, though Kent kept shooting murderous glares at Creed every few steps, as if he could sohow burn him alive with pure rage.
Creed, of course, didn’t care in the slightest. He had completely overwheld the saber wielding youth when he went all out with his summons.
It had been absolutely one sided, so there was nothing to fear about him. At most, he would just beat him up again!
As they left the combat arena, Creed initially assud they would exit the mis Training Hall entirely.
After all, if the red haired woman planned to settle this matter, wouldn’t it make sense to do it sowhere more private?
But to his mild surprise, she led them toward the elevator instead. The mont they stepped inside, she pressed the button for the top floor.
Creed blinked. The top floor?
His expression remained calm, but inwardly, he was slightly shocked.
The top floor of the mis Training Hall was exclusively reserved for Silver level Awakened and above.
It was a space ant for true elites, those who had already stepped beyond the realm of ordinary Awakened warriors and reached a level of power that most could only dream of.
This ant that the beautiful red haired woman standing before him was at least a Silver level Awakened!
Despite her young appearance, she had already reached such an impressive level of cultivation.
As the elevator ascended, Creed couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
’Damn it. How do so people cultivate so fast?!’
Even though she carried herself with the confidence and maturity of soone far older, Creed could tell that she wasn’t much older than him.
She was at most two years older, which ant she was probably around 20 years. And yet, here she was, already standing at a realm that most Awakened twice her age couldn’t even dream of reaching!
A Stage 1 Silver level awakened could crush the stage 5 monkey in the dinsional rift that was guarding the secret realm extrely easily.
It might not even last 3 moves. Such prowess at such a young age was simply amazing!
anwhile, he was still grinding his way through his own cultivation, dealing with lusty summons and life and death rifts.
Life truly was unfair!
Ding!
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chi, revealing the top floor.
The atmosphere imdiately felt different.
Unlike the noisy, bustling lower floors, the top floor of the mis Training Hall was serene and silent.
The entire hallway was spotlessly clean, the polished floors reflecting the warm, soft lighting above.
The air itself seed lighter and purer, almost as if the space was designed to enhance one’s focus and concentration.
Lining both sides of the hallway were multiple doors, each one labeled with a number in sleek, silver plating.
The red haired woman didn’t hesitate as she strode forward, stopping at room number 36.
She pressed her palm against a sleek, black panel beside the door, and after a brief second, the lock disengaged with a soft click.
The door slid open smoothly, revealing the interior of the private training suite.
Unlike the extravagant, over-decorated rooms Creed had seen in the past, the red haired woman’s suite was surprisingly simple.
The walls were painted in a calm shade of gray, and the space was furnished with modern, minimalist furniture.
A single, elegant couch sat in the center of the room, accompanied by a sleek glass table.
To the side, there were five additional doors, likely leading to private training chambers, a ditation space, or perhaps a resting area.
It was clean. Simple. Practical. It was better than Creed’s hotel room by miles and it was simply a training area!
The red haired woman gestured toward the seating area. "Sit."
Creed walked over and sat down on the couch without hesitation.
Trent, still looking like a nervous wreck, imdiately plopped down beside him, leaning back against the cushions like he had just survived a near-death experience.
anwhile, Kent, still glaring daggers at Creed, deliberately sat down on the chair next to him, his jaw clenched with barely-contained anger.
Creed, however, only spared him a single glance before completely ignoring him.
Instead, his attention remained on the red haired woman, who had taken the main seat across from them, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned back with an air of authority.
Then, for the first ti since they t, her cold expression softened slightly into a slight smile.
She nodded once. "I am Fiona. These two idiots are my younger brothers."
Creed simply raised an eyebrow. Trent and Kent mumbles sothing but didn’t even refute.
Fiona continued, her tone still carrying a touch of pride despite the situation. "On behalf of my family, I sincerely apologize for their behavior."
Creed tilted his head slightly, amused. She was apologizing, yet still looked proud. Truly, she was cut from a different cloth than her brothers.
Then she leaned forward slightly. "Now then, let’s get to the point."
Her sharp erald eyes locked onto Creed’s blue ones.
"What do you want for compensation?"
Creed smirked. He had been waiting for this. Without a mont of hesitation, he said;
"1,000,000 credits."
Boom!
The mont Creed demanded 1,000,000 credits, he didn’t even flinch.
His blue eyes remained calm, his voice unwavering, as if he were simply stating the price of a cup of coffee rather than dropping a seven figure demand.
The atmosphere in the room imdiately shifted.
Trent tensed beside him, his face twisting in anger and disbelief, while Kent’s already bruised and bloodied face darkened even further, his glare intensifying like he wanted to lunge across the table and rip Creed apart with his bare hands.
But Creed didn’t care.
This wasn’t just about money. These idiot twins had tried to take his life.
Whether it was inside or outside the Bastion, a murder attempt was still a murder attempt. If he let them off too lightly, they might think he was soft, and Creed was many things, but soft wasn’t one of them.
At least, before they used his weakness against him A.K.A puppy eyes.
1,000,000 credits was the least they could pay if they wanted him to rely ignore them for now and not beat the shit out of them anyti he saw them.
For a mont, there was silence. Then...
"Fine."
Fiona’s voice was light, almost amused, as she accepted the demand without a second thought.
Creed blinked.
...Huh?
’Did she just... accept? Just like that?!’
His mind imdiately spiraled into a whirlwind of ridiculous thoughts.
’Wait. Did I na the price too low?!’
If she accepted it so fast, did that an she would have been fine paying even more?! Should he have asked for 2 million? 5 million? Maybe even 10 million credits?!
’Damn it! Did I just get scamd out of a better deal?!’
But he quickly shook the thought away. No, 1 million was still a great amount.
That kind of money would help him imnsely and for a long period of ti. He would be able to get superb gear upgrades, resources, maybe even so good cultivation elixirs!
Just as he was about to accept, Fiona suddenly spoke again.
"But... I have a better deal for you."
Creed’s curiosity piqued instantly. He leaned forward slightly, raising a brow. "Oh? And what kind of deal is that?"
Fiona’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile.
"There’s a rift exploration coming up soon," she said smoothly. "An unexplored rift. I have an extra ticket, and I’m willing to give it to you—free of charge."
For the first ti in a while, Creed was shocked. His body tensed slightly, his mind racing through the implications.
An unexplored rift.
That was huge!
Unlike regular rifts, which had been cleared and docunted by the DMA (Dinsional Managent Authority) and then transferred to the Adventurer Union, unexplored rifts were completely unknown.
And most importantly, they were completely illegal to enter without authorization.
Creed’s mind whirled.
The DMA was responsible for clearing newly-ford rifts before they could be opened to the public.
These virgin rifts, as they were sotis called, contained hundreds of natural treasures—one-ti resources that, once taken, would never respawn!
This was why normal, already-explored rifts were far less profitable for individual explorers.
The best treasures were always long gone, taken by the DMA first!
But an unexplored rift?
It was dangerous. Insanely risky. But the potential gains...
If he survived, he could walk away with treasures worth millions!
His heart pounded in excitent, but his rational mind forced him to think it through.
"You do realize this is illegal, right?" Creed asked, tilting his head.
Fiona’s erald eyes glead. "Obviously."
Creed chuckled. ’This woman... she didn’t hesitate at all.’
"And why would you just hand a ticket like that?" he asked.
Fiona smirked. "Because you’re interesting."
Creed narrowed his eyes slightly. He wasn’t sure what she was playing at, but the offer was too good to pass up.
A regular rift exploration might net him a dozen thousand credits if he was lucky. An unexplored rift?
If he found even one high grade natural treasure, it could be worth millions, maybe even tens of millions!
Of course, it was also filled with unknown threats.
No idea what kinds of monsters, terrain, or environntal hazards were lurking inside. And most importantly, no idea what the taboo was!
It could literally be to not blink more than thrice and every single person that went inside would die!
But Creed wasn’t afraid. Risk and reward went hand in hand. And he wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge.
He exhaled sharply, his blue eyes filled with excitent. "When does it take place?"
Fiona’s smile widened slightly. "A few weeks from now. I’ll contact you with the details if you decide to go."
Creed was silent for a mont, considering.
Then he smirked. "Count in."
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