The scene of Gio gaining the world’s acknowledgent wasn’t a fantastical one. It wasn’t completely silent, but it also wasn’t grand enough to be called a scene.
As he ditated on his bed, his body floated a couple of inches into the air. A light blue sparkle of light swirled around his body before entering his pores, dispersing stardust through his veins.
And then, as soon as it began, it was over. He dropped back to the bed feeling refreshed. His eyes opened, and as if on command, Raymond knocked on the door.
When he said his piece and left, Gio was left with two things to think about.
Firstly, Raymond’s words.
’I’m moving on, huh...’
He didn’t think it would be a monuntal change, but anything was welcod.
After all...
’I spent two months in that damn operation center only to realize that there was never a mystery for to solve. Raymond never set out a puzzle in the first place.’
It seed uncharacteristic, but it wasn’t. From the beginning, Raymond told Gio that he’d need to figure out the details of their mission on his own.
He wouldn’t allow him to understand it all easily by reading the information in the operation center.
Instead, with the roles he took in the past 2 months, he could only glean a few things.
The first was that they were moving from Rest City to Rest City. That much was obvious.
The second was that they were attacking human organizations. Gio didn’t know who or for what purpose, but he noticed that every ti they left an operation, several auxiliary mbers of the squadron would stay behind.
None of those people had returned yet.
’It’s like they’re waging a war.’
It could have very well been sothing along those lines. There wasn’t another reason for military rcenaries to attack humans.
’But the things I need to figure out are who and why.’
It seed that with these two months over and him having gone through all the positions Raymond wanted him to experience, he was going to start sothing new.
’As for whether that will be worth doing or not...’
Well, other than the first week, these two months had been quite dreary. It felt more like he was working an internship than enjoying one.
Gio already spent an entire lifeti working on the backline. He didn’t have anything against it even now, but he wanted to experience new things first. He really only wanted to take that role again if it was necessary.
’Aside from the neutral news, there is sothing good as well.’
He looked down at his own body with a smile. He clenched his fists as if it would let him feel the power coursing through his veins, but it wasn’t so noticeable.
The "stardust" in his system had no effect. At most, it made his blood look a little more interesting than the average person’s. It was rely a mark of acknowledgent and nothing more.
’But now that the connection’s been made, I can create it.’
The next part of the process was entirely on him, aning he didn’t have to wait at all.
’To do it here...’
He glanced at the door to his personal quarters.
’It probably isn’t a good idea.’
This ti, Gio couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.
Despite having the ability to continue, he patiently waited, knowing that they would be stopping for a week soon enough.
The zephyr’s crew needed to rotate. So of the exterior pilots and mbers like Price would enter the ship and beco a part of its crew while others would take their vehicles on new jobs.
This kind of eting happened every couple of months, so Gio had known of it for a while now.
But it only beca sothing to anticipate when he beca one with that stardust.
It wasn’t much different from the scene that Gio saw when he first t up with them. The various aircrafts in the fleet landed together, and the people inside of them left to rest.
Gio arrived on the last day of their stop previously, so everyone remained gathered around the fleet.
However, this ti, everyone went their own ways.
Most people went to the nearest Rest City. They stopped near one intentionally so that people could handle any business they needed to handle.
Gio also made his way there. He grabbed his own bike, made the journey, and spent several hours driving through the city until he found a good place.
He entered a rundown skyscraper on the south side of the city.
There was a woman standing at the reception desk as if she worked there, but he was sure she almost never had custors. She looked frail, her skin clinging to her bones and her eyes hollower than the widest tunnels.
Yet, since she was standing so confidently, Gio didn’t judge her too negatively.
"Give a room."
Gio threw a bronze card on the desk. The lady looked at it and then back at him with a sneer on her face.
"If you want one, just take it."
"Yeah, I’m planning to. This is for you, so give the room."
Gio’s words prompted her to look at the card. She took it into her hands and tapped it against a device on her hip.
Soon enough, that device told her specifically that there were 500 credits stored on the card.
The woman took another look at Gio before sighing.
"Fine. 9264. Nobody will bother you."
Gio gave a small nod and left for the elevator.
He could have very well taken a room for free, but his presence was already known to several people the mont he walked into the building. If he didn’t pay that woman off to give him a guarantee, he was bound to run into so trouble.
’But if she can just stand there openly without being targeted, she must be soone. I should be fine.’
Either she had enough status to protect herself as a woman in this kind of lawless environnt, or she had enough ability. Regardless of the reason, it benefitted Gio.
He used the elevator to get to the ninth floor and entered the suite labeled "9264."
The space was originally an office building, but it could be used for whatever purpose nowadays.
The ninth floor looked mostly lifeless, and any signs of human activity were at least several days old.
Gio settled down on the floor in suite 9264, avoiding the various needles and strange items on the ground.
Closing his eyes, he focused internally.
It was almost as if he could see the internal structure of his body.
’With the stardust in my veins, the process of fusing Aether with my body can be properly facilitated.’
It would be a lie to say he didn’t secretly enjoy the process.
After all, in this world, this was the closest he would ever get to being an ancient martial artist, a being of true fantasy.
Since he would only be able to do this a few tis in his life, he didn’t plan to take the experience for granted.
Now, he could start properly cultivating.
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