One mansion stood tall in the fading light of dusk, its elegant structure casting long shadows over the gardens.
A mysterious figure approached, dressed in a black jacket with swirling patterns of white lightning on the side, and a black helt that hid his face.
Despite his suspicious appearance, the guards at the entrance barely glanced at him before stepping aside. They were all expecting this person to co here.
Not only that, but the security guards had been strictly instructed not to speak to him or ask any kind of questions, emphasizing just how important this person was.
In front of the mysterious man was the paved private road to the villa.
The mansion symbolized tiless beauty, with a blend of diterranean and modern styles.
Its soft pastel walls glowed warmly at twilight.
A curved driveway led to the main entrance, surrounded by well-kept gardens and tall palm trees.
As he approached, gentle lights highlighted the mansion's details.
The front doors were wooden with intricate carvings and iron accents. Above them, arched windows hinted at the elegance inside.
To the left of the entrance, a three-car garage was partly hidden by vines, adding privacy. Its dark wood doors matched the main entrance.
The second floor featured balconies with wrought iron railings, ideal for taking in the views.
While this place was smaller than other mansions in Green Valley, this one commanded a higher price .
Its location in the first region alone increased its cost by 50 tis compared to other properties in the other region because of the limited space
Inside, the mansion was filled with luxury. Soft, warm lights shone on shiny marble floors with intricate patterns.
The air slled like polished wood and fresh flowers, and soft classical music could be heard from afar.
As Quill walked further into the mansion, his footsteps echoed softly on the tiled floors.
"Welco, Mr. Quill Flazer," greeted a distinguished middle-aged man as he ca down the stairs.
He looked both smart and sophisticated, with neatly combed back silver hair and a well-trimd beard that had a unique dark stripe down the center.
Mr. Jones wore a sharp white suit with a golden tie and matching pocket square, showing off his refined style.
His serious expression and sharp features reflected his wisdom and experience, fitting for soone known as one of the world's top Rune Researchers.
"Please follow to my office," Mr. Jones gestured, leading the way to one of the study rooms on the first floor.
The corridors they walked through were adorned with antique furnitures and ornate chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the rich wooden paneling.
The air was subtly scented with the aroma of aged books and the faint hint of oak from the finely crafted furniture that filled each room they passed.
Entering the study, Quill noted the ticulous organization of the space—a testant to Mr. Jones's thodical nature.
Shelves lined with ancient tos and artifacts from distant lands filled one wall, while the opposite side boasted a grand mahogany desk adorned with maps and intricate charts.
The room felt like a place for learning and discovery, perfect for talking about the mysteries of runes and ancient stories.
"Please, have a seat," he offered, gesturing towards a plush armchair positioned near a large window overlooking the mansion's sprawling gardens.
Quill relaxed into the chair with a confident lean, crossing one leg over the other . His posture showed a casual but strong sense of authority.
Leaning back slightly, he clasped his hands in his lap, his focus unwavering on Mr. Jones.
It was a position that conveyed his ease and readiness, like soone who knew how to take charge and handle any situation with calm assurance.
"Is the Lightning God Rune really true? Don't tell I've been wasting my ti chasing a fairy tale after all this years? ," Quill chuckled, his usual easy-going attitude shining through despite the serious topic.
"You really live up to the rumors, the super genius of the Flazer family who does as he pleases," Jones chuckled, lighting a cigar and offering it to Quill, who declined with a shake of his head.
"I don't smoke. You do realize my lung is the source of my strength right? ," he replied with a hint of sarcasm.
Jones laughed softly at the response. "Fair point," he conceded, taking a puff from his cigar.
"I also don't appreciate secondhand smoke," Quill added firmly.
Jones shook his head, raising his hands in surrender.
"Alright, alright, no need to worry about my bad habits," he joked, playfully tapping the cigar on the ashtray. "Consider it gone," he added with a grin, setting the cigar aside.
"You can thank for adding more years to your remaining life," Quill remarked.
Jones felt a slight insult but chose not to dwell on it .
Expecting soone like Quill to respect his elders was out of the question .
After all, the young man in front of him was infamous for being the genius black sheep of the Flazer Family.
He was so uncontrollable that he remained an unranked hunter, despite proving to everyone that he was a one in a billion talent, just because he refused to work for the Hunter Association.
"So, regarding your question," Jones's shifted the topic. "Yes, those legendary Rune does exist," he declared.
"Are you sure?" Quill asked, his tone filled with doubt.
Runes were divided into four categories: Common, Rare, Advanced, and Mastered.
The God's Rune was like a myth even in the long history of hunters. Though ntioned in ancient texts, no one had ever actually found it, making its existence questionable .
"Of course, I'm sure. And I know you believe it too, Mr. Quill," Jones responded, with a knowing look in his eyes. "That's why, even now, you haven't integrated with any rune yet, correct?"
Quill paused for a mont, montarily shocked by Jones's accurate guess.
"How did you know that?" he replied, his tone turning serious. The secret of his runeless status had been carefully concealed by his family for years.
Due to his exceptional strength, everyone assud he had already integrated with a rune.
Why wouldn't they?
He would be more like a monster than a human if that was not case .
But the truth was, he had deliberately handicapped himself by not integrating with a rune.
With his skill and talent, he could potentially beco the youngest Hunter to reach the Peak Demon Lord Level of power if he integrated with a Mastered Rune.
However, his aspirations were much higher . He aid not just to achieve the Demon King Level of power but to surpass it, ultimately reaching for the realm of the Demon God level.
And it was not an impossible dream for him; Quill indeed possessed the talent to break through.
"I have my sources, but honestly, I'm quite amazed at how you've achieved this level of power relying solely on your talent. Your genetics is too exceptional," Jones remarked, impressed.
"Perks of being the main character," Quill joked, attempting to conceal his earlier shock by using his sense of humor.
Since Jones already knew his secret, there was no point in denying it. Experience more content on m v|l e'-
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