CHAPTER 221: FEAR!

The sensation had just started when it suddenly faded as though it wasn’t there before.

"Woah, it really works as you said." Lucian glanced at the lady in surprise and with a smile.

She seem to be happy she was helpful and blushed a little.

"What a cute fellow." Lucian chuckled and he said to her. "You would gain something good if you sell this information to the Black Market." He advised her offhand.

"B-black market?" her face turned pale as she shook are head vigorously.

"Uhn? What’s wrong?" Lucian had just popped another pill and blood orb when he noticed her expression.

He then remembered than for ordinary Spryhers, the black market was like a no go area for them. Since they choose not to get into any trouble by going there.

"Don’t be so uptight about it. You should go there once in a while to observe. Actually, it might even be the institute that created the Black Market." Lucian whispered casually as he chewed the soft pills and orbs in his mouth.

"T-that is impossible! You can’t trick me into going there." Elvi seem to be firm about this and didn’t believe Lucian no matter how hard he tried to convince her.

Lucian only laughed quietly and kept silent. It seems she was kind of the uptight kind. If he hadn’t caught her doing what she was doing, he would have thought she was the thoroughly upright kind. But he knew she would go try it in secret.

But there was no need to expose her. Lucian smiled at the thought.

Focusing on healing once more. This time Lucian directed all the cool sensation towards his injury. Normally, the sensation was supposed to spread equally to every part of his body and a regular Spryher would be unable to control its actions but Lucian had his ability with him, his absolute body control.

With a thought, he gathered the whole cooling sensation and moved it towards his injured abdomen. The flesh on that part of his body seem to rapidly regenerate as the itching sensation in them increased. The cells in his body were being rapidly replicated just like a Nano machine that knew what to do.

Soon, Lucian frowned and he immediately stopped the process and scattered the effectiveness of the pills to other parts of his body as he went deep in thought.

When he was supervising his healing process just now, he felt that the regeneration of his flesh was about to go off course which had made him stopped the process.

Soon, his eyes lit up as he remembered. It was the formation of scars. His body was about to form scars and he had noticed his healing was about to veer off track. Which was why he had stopped it.

It was as though his body could not remember exactly how the flesh on his stomach was like so it had just decided to connect the flesh anyhow.

But since his body couldn’t remember, that doesn’t mean his brain couldn’t remember either.

Excitedly, Lucian popped the two things into his mouth and he controlled the sensation to his abdomen. Like the finest of craftsmen, he closed his eyes and began to imagine and he began to guide his own flesh healing process carefully not giving any chances for a scar to form.

When he was complete, Lucian was excited and immediately looked down at his abdomen but the flesh adhesive was still there and wouldn’t come off easily if one didn’t rub the special solution on it.

But still, Lucian was satisfied. The injury that should have taken him weeks to heal had healed in just a couple of hours. It was astonishing.

Lucian was about stand up when a loud voice rang out from his interface.

"The Event had been declared over! Everyone gather to this location in 30 minutes.. Please, as the Event is considered over, consider this place the institute and follow the rules as you would back there failure to do so, the punishment will be met."

Finally!" Lucian heaved a loud sigh of relief. He had been incredibly worried the someone would somehow manage to find a large amount of kill points and surpass him as the first position.

Now he could finally relax as the event is finally over, there wasn’t going to be any unexpected changes.

Casually grabbing some clothes from the loo Elvi had gathered, Lucian took out a water bottle. Washed his face and his hair with the water, at least to look somewhat presentable.

Elvi was still seated in one corner, but she seem to be very excited at the end of the event.

"Why are you so happy?" Lucian asked as he grabbed hold of a mirror and a brush and began to comb his hair neatly.

"I’m happy because I got to the top 500 in the rankings." Elvi seem to have forgotten her fear of Lucian as she replied happily.

This made Lucian turned to gaze at her with a raised eyebrow but then, he resumed brushing his hair. "Oh. Is the top 500 something to be happy about?"

"Yup! We get to receive 1000 Relic Coins and a chance to ask a professor for help during our advancement into a Phaser."Elvi didn’t seem to be bothered with Lucian’s words as she nodded her head happily.

Lucian only blinked his eyes. "Is that so?"

"Yea. I spent the last few days in the forest. Killing and killing those beast. It was very hard to kill a low level dark haze beast. Their skins are just too tough and an ordinary attack doesn’t seem to have any effect on them except if one uses combat techniques. It was incredibly troublesome. But I managed to do it anyways. When I came back to the safe zone, I was so tired and stressed out I need to relief my self so I... " suddenly, she seem to have realized she had been talking way too much and the direction of her words seem to be heading to an embarrassing destination.

Her neck flushed red and she immediately shrunk back her neck in embarrassment.

Lucian chuckled and changed the shirt he had being wearing before. "It’s alright. You were stressed out anyways. Let’s get going before we miss the flight back to the institute. Now that’s something we don’t want to miss." He was very dirty right now and hadn’t had a good shower in such a long time. And his bed.

Well, he realized he had been too immature about it.

"Let’s move." He grabbed the useful loot off the ground and placed them in his own backpack. It was getting harder for him to carry the bag without feeling the weight of it.

Elvi nodded as she also grabbed her things and they left the small house.

* * * * * * * * *

"What the hell were you thinking!?" Phyllida yelled angrily at the Brogan and the four clansman that were remaining.

She had being recuperating from her injuries and was contemplating on the fights she had with Lucian when she had been interrupted and informed that Brogan had some people on s one secret mission.

At first she didn’t care and only monitored them through. The surveillance as she was in control of the base, she could see all the things happening in the safe zone.

When she saw who Brogan and those people were attacking, she immediately dropped what she was doing and headed for that direction.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want Brogan dead. In fact, she would kill him herself if she had the chance to. It was just that she couldn’t allow him to die under her watch.

She was a perfectionist. She was already dissatisfied by losing a bet, having Brogan dead was enough for her to be removed as the head of the younger generation in her clan. Although she was the most talented, if the clan really wanted to try, they could nurture someone even better than her if they were willing to spend the resources In their hands.

Brogan also knew he was in the wrong which was why he remained silent all the way here. But when he heard her question him, he couldn’t help but get irritated and immediately retorted.

"I went back there to retrieve the kill points that you lost! How could you be so careless!" Brogan shouted.

"Hehe. So what? You think you could beat someone who tossed me around like a play thing during our duel?" Phyllida chuckled darkly as she asked.

Brogan and the rest of his people still alive turned pale in an instant and he stammered "I-is that true?"

"You’ve seen his strength already. And I’m guessing he was only able to bring out 40% of his strength due to the injuries you caused since you guys aren’t dead yet." She sneered.

But soon, she rubbed her hands against her forehead.

"But since he owed you a favour, he shouldn’t hold a grudge. Right? "Brogan whispered.