Chapter 599: Seed 1
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
While walking along the road, Garen was also thinking about the recent changes in his ntality.
In a normal world like this, nothing in his surroundings could pose a threat towards him. It was unusual for him to be able to be completely at ease like this.
This world did not have a special dissociating energy like the Totem Powers. Therefore, practitioners and those with unnatural powers could only depend on their own strengths to influence and destroy things. However, there was a limit to destructive powers like these. Moreover, it was also difficult for these powers to be effective in larger ranges.
Although Garen had lived for such a long ti, he had yet to clarify the situation here. The density of this world seed normal on the surface but was actually very high.
This applied to the density of the air, soil, or even the density of the bodies of living things. The effect of higher densities made it rarer for extraordinary individual fighting or destructive powers to exist in this world compared to the past few worlds.
As various materials and environnts were hard to destroy, destroying materials and the binding force between particles required an extrely large amount of energy that would be impossible in the previous two worlds. In other words, it ant that the sa strength would beco much weaker here. However, there was also a beneficial side to this, as it was more likely for stronger life states to appear in this world.
Garen guessed that the higher ranking Upper-level Blood Breeds and Death Apostles probably existed because of this. They were able to live for more than thousands of years without decaying, but an existence like this was extrely rare in the Secret Technique World and Totem World. In comparison to the Totem World, the longevity rates here were clearly much lower.
The concentration of substances in worlds with higher densities would naturally be more susceptible to quantitative and qualitative changes in order to achieve higher levels.
Garen was now even more interested in the mystical elents of this world. So far, he had only co into contact with the cannon fodder level Vampires. As for the true Blood Breeds, he had yet to et any of them.
While walking towards the combat club’s grounds, Garen thought of the Vampire he had caught in Grano and the way he had described the Blood Breeds.
Perhaps his heart’s desires would finally beco reality.
The beeping noise of a new text ssage could be heard again. Garen took his phone out and glanced at the screen, before noticing that it was Baldy.
"Commander, I heard so news, or perhaps it’s just a rumor..."
Garen’s heart stirred and he stopped walking imdiately before replying the ssage quickly while standing under the street light on the main street.
"Tell ."
The other side responded instantly.
"According to our insider, it seems like an internal strife is about to occur within the Blood Breeds."
"Internal strife?!" Garen was shocked. "You an... The Light Party and the Secret Party?!!"
"Yes, I was talking about them. I heard that the Secret Party had recently gathered a large group of foreign powers in preparation to seize the Arican Light Party’s control. The Light Party’s current forces seem very influential, but I personally feel that the old man could just be spouting nonsense." Clearly, Badly did not believe this at all.
However, Garen was in deep thought.
The Arican Light Party represented the Blood Breed forces that were more inclined towards humans. They had always been relatively amicable with the humans and had even regarded themselves as an evolved version of the humans. However, the Secret Party was different. These Blood Breeds viewed the humans as livestock and a food source. Once they had occupied their territories, the world of the normal Aricans would probably be thrown into chaos.
"Besides that, there may be so clues to sothing that resembles the Cross." Baldy continued sending text ssages. "Rumor has it that an antique has been discovered in one of the graveyards in South Africa. The people there call it the Stone Clock of Fortune, and it has been said to bring good fortune."
"Send soone over to try and get it from an auction. Do we have sufficient funds?" Garen replied.
"No problem. There are many of them there, and our group has sufficient money," replied Baldy instantly.
Out of the funds that the Nighthawks’ mbers received after completing quests, thirty percent would be channeled into Garen’s account as his coaching fee. Whenever they encountered difficult problems, Garen would obviously co and solve them.
From the perspective of the Nighthawks, a group of people that were bound to Garen because of the Ultimate Techniques, this was a very generous conclusion, because they received an extrely strong commander that they could rely upon. Moreover, they were also able to learn powerful Ultimate Techniques. Therefore, it seed as if none of them complained, or perhaps if they did, they were too afraid to show it as they could not leave these Ultimate Techniques.
"Besides that, we can start recruiting the exterior organizations." Garen pondered for a mont before typing the words and replying the ssage.
"Understood."
The core mbers of the Nighthawks that ford their backbone were almost complete by now. anwhile, the skeleton ford with rcenary organizations from the outskirts would definitely amplify their influence and increase their occupied territories. However, this process would surely encounter obstructions from the other territorial forces, and when that ti ca, the outco would depend on each side’s own asures.
Garen put his phone down and stood on the spot while thinking deeply for a mont.
This was not the first ti that an internal strife had occurred between both of the Blood Breed parties. Unfortunately, it would always cause nurous casualties and fatalities among the innocent humans every ti.
The Light Party’s treatnt of humans was more normal compared to how the Secret Party treated them, but it did not an that they would be concerned about the lives of unimportant individuals.
"However, all of these are still far away from for now, and I just need to focus on restoring and upgrading my powers." Garen rubbed his chin. "The best way to upgrade my strengths quickly is to search for Potential Points and the Stone Clock of Fortune..."
Garen pondered slightly for a while before putting this at the back of his mind temporarily, allowing Baldy and the others ti to find a way before discussing this further.
He continued walking in the direction of the combat club’s eting place.
He walked leisurely for more than half an hour before noticing that a few clusters of people were already standing in front of the doorway of the slightly old, grey hamburger-shaped building. They were all mbers of the combat club that were dressed in their black uniforms who were displaying notice boards in front of the doorway.
Garen stood beside a school bus stop sign on a faraway street corner and glanced at the combat club’s activities instead of going there straightaway.
He waited for awhile until it was almost ti for the event to begin before making his way towards the Asian restaurant on the right side of the combat club slowly.
The whole restaurant was white and shaped like a round teacup while the interior was bright and spotless. So yellow-skinned Asian students sat inside with a few black and white students. It seed that the business was pretty good.
Garen found a corner seat and sat there before ordering a cup of green tea and a plate of fried rice.
As he observed the entrance of the combat club from the other side of the French window, the mories of the previous plan flashed in Garen’s mind once again.
However, it seed that this plan would now require his power to reach a certain level and be restored completely before he would be able to have the proper reassurance that it would work. Otherwise, his current self would not be able to take on the enigmatic and mystical Blood Breeds and Witches that he would encounter.
Adding manpower was important to ensure the safety of his own people. Sotis, it was impossible for him to do many things at once, and added powers would be very beneficial in tis like these because he would not have to do everything on his own.
His fried rice was served to him quickly. There was a golden fried egg that was sprinkled with pepper and a fennel-like spice on top, making it taste rather odd. However, the green tea made it easier for Garen to finish the large plate of fried rice in a few mouthfuls. Next, he took the napkin and wiped his mouth, stood up and paid the bill, before heading in the direction of the combat club.
A few people who stood in the doorway of the combat club seed to recognize him at once. So of them turned around frantically and ran inside before shouting for the others.
Admiration and fear flashed through the eyes of the two remaining mbers. Looks of disbelief were also present on their faces, but they rely stood on the spot and watched him walk over.
Garen ignored those two club mbers and walked right past the announcent board before entering the old large dance classroom.
The wooden panels that he had damaged earlier were now completely fixed. Furthermore, a layer of elastic bubble-like soft material had been placed on the surface of the floor as well, turning the entire floor of the large dance classroom black.
A row of people stood in the center of the room and was gathered around a black male student as if they were the stars and he was the moon.
Within the crowd stood the black male student while Vice President Jamie, Quentin, Serena and three other people that Garen had not t the last ti stood behind him. There was a total of six to seven people, and behind them was a crowd of club mbers in black clothes with white spots who stood like a dark ss as it seed like there were more than thirty of them.
The people that stood in a separate row clearly revealed that they were from a different grade, as there was a serious division between levels now.
When Garen entered through the door, ten lines of sight focused on him instantly. So of them scrutinized him and others looked at him warily, but most of them were rely sizing him up normally.
"You’re here," Serena stepped forward and opened her mouth after receiving the signal from her older sister Quentin. "The President heard about your recent accomplishnts and decided to co over and take a look at you personally..."
"I ca over today to say that I was planning to quit the combat club," Garen interrupted her suddenly.
"What?!" Serena’s face beca shocked at once. Other than herself, the faces of Quentin and the others changed slightly as well. Even the black President was slightly shocked and at a loss.
"I have absolutely no interest in a combat club that’s made up of weak chickens..." Garen spread both of his hands out and made an impatient face. "All of you are too weak and I don’t have the heart to keep defeating you."
"You!!"
The surrounding mbers exclaid indignantly but were imdiately held back by others.
The entire area beca silent. So of the club mbers’ glares beca colder while others began to crack their joints, the crunching sound of bones echoed slightly.
The faces of the President and the five team leaders and Vice Presidents of the Elite Team beca unsightly.
"Every day is leisurely to , so if I were to co over and play house and do so rubbish training, tch tch tch..." Garen sneered contemptuously. "Initially, I arrived with great expectations. I never expected that..."
The anger of youths could be easily provoked. These few sentences caused the sound of the breathing sounds in their surroundings to beco more ragged at once.
Only the President and the team leaders of the Elite Team remained as stern as they were before but did not react imdiately. However, it was obvious that everyone was extrely unsatisfied by now.
"If I were to let you beco the president, how would you train?" The black president spoke suddenly. His eyes were ablaze with rage, but it was obvious that his self-control was even stronger.
"?" Garen had never expected him to say this. "The little chicks would not be able to defeat an eagle even if their numbers increased. Only a strong rooster would stand a chance of being a worthy opponent." He had initially planned to provoke the little fellows in the club for a while to see if there were any usable seedlings in the club. However, it was obvious that the other person’s self-control was quite good, as he was able to restrain himself from using physical force.
These provocations were probably caused by his evil inclination, but he had never expected that the effect would be different from his wishes.
"Garen, you’re saying all of this on purpose, but what for?" Serena spoke suddenly. She knew Garen’s true personality because she was the one who had co into contact with him the most.
Garen glanced at her and said: "If I just said that I was bored, would you believe ?"
Serena’s little mouth did not know what to say next.
At this mont, the black student stepped forward and walked in front.
"I’m planning to leave the university to go into practice imdiately. According to the rules, the president’s position must be held by the strongest mber of the club. If you’re unhappy with the situation of the combat club, you’re allowed to co forward and change things as you please imdiately. How about that?"
When Garen saw that the president did not get angry even when he was provoked, he was slightly surprised.
"Your patience is exceptional." He stopped speaking in the contemptuous tone from earlier before glancing at the mbers of the Elite Team.
This group of people possessed above average characters as they were able to suppress their own anger without interrupting the president’s speech at all.
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