Appearing in the locker room mirror was the youngest detective in the history of Lande City.
He had a tall and resolute figure, and although he still carried so youthful innocence, the bright and sharp gaze in his eyes erased any naiveté, allowing one to feel the power contained within him.
Although Ronan wasn’t considered a handso guy, the brand-new detective uniform of Invia significantly increased his appeal.
Tapping the sword at his waist, Ronan gave himself a thumbs up.
As he walked out of the locker room and back into the police station’s main hall, he imdiately attracted the gaze of everyone.
The third police station of Lande City has three main levels of positions: the Chief, Detective, and Officer, with three chiefs and deputy chiefs, seven detectives, and over a hundred officers.
This promotion truly allowed Ronan to enter the ranks of the officers, no longer a trivial figure!
Selina’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she approached with a docunt bag and said, "Detective Ronan, I’ll take you to your office."
The police beauty of the third station thought Ronan looked incredibly handso today!
Ronan smiled and said, "Thank you."
Apart from the three chiefs, each detective has an independent office on the second floor of the station.
If one were a senior detective, they might even be assigned an assistant officer.
However, a detective’s authority is not just limited to that.
Detectives have the authority to work independently on cases and are qualified to command officers to assist in investigations and inquiries.
Most importantly, detectives can carry firearms at all tis, unlike officers who must return their weapons to storage after shifts, greatly enhancing their combat strength.
Additionally, detectives enjoy more freedom than officers, with two days off per week if there are no important cases, and can even apply for annual leave.
Plenty of benefits.
However, for Ronan, these were not his main concerns.
In just over a month, Ronan rose from a trainee officer to a detective, garnering a substantial amount of feats and bounty.
He had beco too prominent.
So for the coming days, Ronan decided to lay low a bit.
He set himself a new small goal, to break his limits and step into the realm of Transcendents while advancing his Spiritual Energy to the Fourth Ring level!
To that end, Ronan specially talked to Deputy Chief Sean, who held great authority in the police station.
Using the pretext of needing ti to study, he invoked the na of Abert Austin as leverage to make Sean agree to assign fewer tasks to him.
This way, Ronan only needed to check in on ti during work hours, with the rest of the ti at his disposal.
Temporarily being a salary thief.
And Sean had no objections to this.
Ronan was simply too young, and with such a short ti in service, it was clearly inappropriate to entrust him with significant responsibilities directly.
Thus, under this chief’s implicit agreent, Ronan beca a presence that was as elusive as a dragon in the third station.
Ti flew quickly, and another month had gone by.
Lande City had entered the rainy season.
The gloomy weather persisted for a whole week, with light rain falling intermittently, making the residents of this harbor city feel like they were growing mold, and their moods beca despondent.
Fortunately, a storm from the ocean suddenly struck Lande City, finally dispersing the long-lasting clouds in the sky.
The next day, the long-awaited sunlight shone upon the earth.
In a villa on the coastal cliffs, Ronan stood on the balcony wearing nothing but shorts, his entire body bathed in warm light, like a solidified statue.
However, within this statue, powerful Qi-Blood surged like a Long River, unleashing boundless energy.
Over the past month, Ronan had been diligently practicing the Steel Armor Breathing Technique imparted by Abert Austin.
Relying on his formidable spiritual power and vast body refinent experience, his mastery of this limit-breaking technique now rivaled that of Abert Austin, the Silver Transcendent!
In fact, Ronan could have broken his limits half a month ago if he wanted to.
But Ronan was not in a hurry and continued to build his foundation.
The rewards and gold pounds earned flowed out like water, being exchanged for a large amount of demon blood and flesh infused with rich energy.
In this world, demons are mutated products influenced by the power of the Blood Moon, and most can be utilized by people, with bones, skin, flesh, claws, teeth, scales, and more being excellent materials.
However, hunting demons is not easy, only Transcendents can qualify for such work, so the price of edible demon flesh on the market is steep, unaffordable for ordinary people.
Depending on quality, this demon flesh benefits both ordinary people and Transcendents.
Ronan spent several hundred gold pounds, and his physique beca several tis stronger than before, though there seed to be little change on the outside, the strength of his Physique had reached its limit.
The limit of no further progress!
The scorching sunlight seeped into Ronan’s skin, silently stimulating his latent energy, causing muscles to tremble under his skin, and all his joints to emit a fine friction sound.
The next mont, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes.
His originally pitch-black pupils were now blood-red!
"Ha!"
He shouted upwards, muscles bulging on his chest, arms, and legs, with large tendons protruding.
At this mont, the Qi-Blood in Ronan’s body surged to the peak.
The hot blood rushed to his head, subjecting his ntal will to a significant test instantly.
Yet, Ronan stood unwavering, controlling the turbulent Qi-Blood according to the Steel Armor Breathing Technique’s Dharma Technique, fiercely colliding with an invisible barrier.
Boom!
It was as if a nuclear bomb exploded within him, as countless threads of filthy blood squirted through his pores.
Ronan seed enveloped in a layer of rancid blood mist.
With a tooth-gritting explosive friction sound, his body suddenly expanded by a large margin, his height rising by half a foot.
Then, he gradually shrank back a little, but did not return to his original form.
Crack!
The hard granite tiles where Ronan stood suddenly shattered.
He took a deep breath, his blood-red eyes returning to black, deep as the void of the universe.
He succeeded.
Ronan clenched his fists, feeling the endless power surging within his body.
After a month of accumulation and diligent practice, he had naturally broken his own limits, smoothly stepping into the Transcendent field.
And at the mont of breaking the limit, Ronan’s Spiritual Energy also surged significantly.
Firmly entering the Fourth Ring level!
This breakthrough was both unexpected and entirely logical.
His Physique, spirit, Perception, and vision all moved into a new realm.
After adjusting to the new power, Ronan returned to his room.
He first took a shower to wash away the gri.
Then changed into clean clothes and went from the upper floor to the villa’s basent.
This villa had always had sothing eerie about it, but previously, Ronan’s strength wasn’t enough to address it, so he temporarily endured without taking action, only visiting during the dayti.
Now it was ti to thoroughly resolve the hidden danger here!
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