When I arrived at the agency’s office, the scale of the place was breathtaking. It was a sleek and a modern building. The interior design was a stunning mix of minimalist aesthetics and high-tech functionality, with sunlight streaming through large glass windows that overlooked the vibrant surroundings. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride for being a CEO of this company.
"We already have fifty employees and thirteen hunters with exclusive contracts," Stephen said proudly, spreading his arms as if to encompass the thriving hub of activity around us. "Ahh! If I haven’t t you we would still be stuck on that rundown building!"
"That’s great," I replied, still absorbing the sophisticated interior design with its sleek lines and modern aesthetics. The open-plan office felt inviting, and I couldn’t help but notice the small café set up near the entrance that buzzed with energy. "By the way, I ca to check if my order has already arrived."
"Let’s go downstairs. Your order is waiting in the parking lot," Stephen said, guiding towards the elevator with an eager grin.
As we descended, anticipation surged through . "Is that it?" I asked excitedly as we stepped into the underground parking area. My eyes landed on a magnificent motorcycle parked just a few feet away.
"Yep! Isn’t it handso?" Stephen laughed, clearly amused by my reaction.
I didn’t respond, caught up in the overwhelming excitent that washed over . I approached the motorcycle, my heart racing. ’This is incredible!’ It was way cooler than anything I had ever ridden in my real world. I couldn’t help but jump up and down in joy as I admired the beauty before . Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined owning a motorcycle like this.
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The motorcycle was the limited edition Aston Martin Verdant Jade, adorned with striking Photon Li accents and paired with the high-performance Brough Superior BMA 001 Pro. I leaned closer, my fingers brushing against its sleek body, and ntally ran through the specs1 that made it truly remarkable:
Engine: The Verdant Jade featured a powerful 1000 cc V-twin engine capable of delivering a staggering 380 horsepower. It could propel from 0 to 60 mph in just 3.2 seconds, making it perfect for high-speed pursuits.
Lightweight Fra: Constructed from aerospace-grade aluminum and carbon fiber, the bike weighed only 180 kg (approximately 397 lbs), allowing for incredible agility and control on the road.
Advanced Suspension System: Equipped with an adaptive suspension system that automatically adjusted to road conditions, the ride was incredibly smooth, absorbing impacts to keep firmly planted in the saddle even on bumpy terrain.
Cutting-Edge Technology: The onboard smart display integrated navigation, performance data, and even communication features, allowing to receive ssages and calls directly to a built-in Bluetooth headset while riding.
Hybrid Engine Technology: The motorcycle featured a unique hybrid engine technology that could switch between petrol and electric power, optimizing fuel efficiency without sacrificing speed. It boasted an impressive range of 300 miles on a full tank.
Safety Features: It ca complete with a dynamic traction control system, anti-lock braking system (ABS), and advanced stability control—all designed to enhance safety while pushing the limits of performance.
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As I took in all the specifications, my excitent bubbled over. "This is incredible! I can’t believe how amazing this bike is!" I exclaid, running my fingers along its sleek lines, feeling the smooth surface beneath my touch.
Stephen watched with amusent, clearly enjoying my reaction. "I knew you’d love it," he said, leaning against the wall with Macaron perched in his hand, ruffling his feathers. "I didn’t know you could ride bikes."
"It just so happens that I’ll be needing it in the future anyway," I replied, still srized by the motorcycle’s sleek design and futuristic features. The thrill of the open road was calling to , and I could already see myself racing with other cars.
"By the way, Remillia, how did you get your hands on an owl?" he asked, glancing at Macaron curiously.
"Ummm, I found him injured when I was out hunting monsters," I lied.
"I see," Stephen said, rubbing Macaron’s head gently, causing the little owl to puff up and blink adorably. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Boy," I replied, my focus still drifting back to the motorcycle. "His na is Macaron."
"Macaron, huh? That’s a cute na," Stephen chuckled as he gazed at Macaron.
Just then, his phone beeped, grabbing his attention. He gently set Macaron down, allowing the him to perch on my shoulder.
"I’ll be going now; my employees are looking for . I’ll send you later this month’s report," he said, already turning to head back toward the elevator.
"Okay, see you later then!" I called out, still buzzing with excitent over the motorcycle.
Stephen sped off, but then he ca running back, a look of realization on his face. "I forgot the keys! Catch!" He tossed the keys at , and I reflexively reached out, catching them with ease.
"See you later, and thanks for this!" I shouted after him, holding the keys triumphantly.
"Anything for the CEO!" he called back, waving goodbye as the elevator doors slid shut behind him.
I took a deep breath, my excitent montarily mingled with impatience. ’Now, if only I could modify this big bike a little more,’ I thought, directing my thoughts to the system.
[What?] ca the instantaneous reply.
’I need your help,’ I explained. ’Can you modify this bike and transform it into a bracelet?’
[Of course I can do that! What do you think of ?] The system’s tone was almost boastful, as if it took pride in its capabilities.
I rolled my eyes at the system’s arrogance. ’Can you do it?’
[I can do it right here right now, but it will cost you a lot of experience and popularity points.]
’Good,’ I said, my resolve firm. I needed this modification for convenience, and I was willing to pay the price.
Without further ado, I inserted the keys into the ignition, and my big bike purred to life, its power vibrating through the chassis. I drove into an alley where there were no security caras present, ensuring my actions remained hidden from prying eyes.
’System, do it,’ I commanded, the thrill of anticipation coursing through .
[Okay, initiating transformation now.]
In an instant, the motorcycle creaked and groaned as parts began to dismantle, tal shifting and components collapsing inward. I watched in awe as it shrank down, twisting and turning until it finally ford into a stunning Jade bracelet, subtly glowing with an inner light.
"This is great," I said, marveling at the craftsmanship of the transford item. I reached down to pick it up, but as soon as I grasped it, I was abruptly pulled down, struggling to catch my balance.
Umm, System? What’s happening? Why is this so darn heavy? I gasped, staring at the bracelet lying on the ground.
[The side effect is that you can’t just expect the transford item to be lightweight considering that it was a big bike, so you’ll be carrying at least 30 kg.]
Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself, forcing the initial shock to dissipate. I was staring at the bracelet tightly and fighting the temptation to scold the system. It was my fault for not inquiring about the side effects beforehand.
"Okay, point taken," I muttered, choosing not to dwell on it. I was just shocked about the weight but overall it was still okay for since we are more stronger than normal people.
I picked it up from the ground again and fastened it securely around my wrist. It looked stunning, its jade glow catching the light just right.
Macaron asked, his little voice tinged with eagerness.
"Of course, let’s eat! Shall we go to a steakhouse?" I suggested, the idea of juicy, perfectly cooked at making my mouth water.
Macaron inquired, his tone curious.
"It’s cooked at," I explained, grinning at his innocent question. "Tender, flavorful, and often grilled to perfection."
Macaron urged enthusiastically, his excitent contagious.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at my feathered companion’s eagerness. "Alright then, steak it is!" I replied, starting to walk down the sidewalk with Macaron fluttering excitedly beside .
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Three days later, it was Friday, and classes had finally ended.
I accepted the mission earlier and it was ti to execute it. I slipped out of my dorm and made my way to the academy’s portal station.
Once I arrived at Aeonia, I headed directly to the portal that would take to Caballeni.
To take an international portal, you needed a passportal and a form of identification. I approached the portal staff, my heart racing slightly as I presented the fake identity and passport—a ticulous creation prepared by the Talon rcenary group.
As expected of the Nightjars Organization’s work, the identification was impressive, flawlessly designed to evade scrutiny. The portal staff glanced at the docunts, their eyes flickering briefly over the details, but they didn’t give a second look. I felt a wave of relief wash over as I stepped through the portal.
Monts later, I arrived in Caballeni. West Vulak looked completely unfamiliar. It was evident that the Mafia held a powerful influence in the area. While the governnt claid to be anti-Mafia, the reality was much more complicated.
THE SPECS ARE FAKE! I only added a bit over the top specs to match the settings of this world.
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