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Leslie!
One of Fate's Seven, the only human capable of Super Evolution, the strongest individual in human history.
Now, he lay quietly there, his blood-red hair scattered across the dirt, his two eyes staring blankly into space, seemingly filled with unwillingness.
His armor had been torn apart by some sharp object, revealing the bronze-toned, muscular skin beneath, which was also cut open.
The smell of blood was overwhelming; his skin had been sliced into irregular pieces, exposing tender muscle and faintly visible red veins and bones inside.
A large hole had been deliberately carved into his chest, fully exposing his heart, which had already stopped beating—a sight that was truly shocking!
One of Fate's Seven had been tortured to death in such a cruel manner. If this were to get out, it would undoubtedly cause an uproar throughout the academy.
Xiar took a deep breath and turned around calmly, intending to leave.
This was related to a significant experiment that nearly all Third-Level Spirit Masters in the academy participated in or endorsed, which was also the source of Leslie's tragic past.
For him now, this experiment was too crucial; it could disrupt his entire plan. It was best to pretend he hadn’t seen anything and handle it coldly.
However, it wasn’t as simple as ignoring what he saw without anyone noticing.
Behind him, a strange and magnetic voice rang out: “Oh? Aren’t you going to share your thoughts after seeing this?”
Creak!
The sound of footsteps crunching on dry twigs and leaves emerged as someone stepped out from the nearby bush. They had the same blood-red hair as the corpse on the ground, their face pale as if recovering from a serious illness. Madness flickered in their eyes, and their lips were crimson as if drenched in blood.
It was none other than Leslie’s fated rival—Isaac!
"Then, what do you want me to express?"
Xiar stopped in his tracks and turned to face the newcomer. After all, turning his back on a Third-Level Spirit Master was far too dangerous, leaving him with no sense of security.
"I hear you come from that backward and decaying empire. I didn't expect you to possess such outstanding talent. The previous battle was quite impressive; it could serve as a perfect experimental tutorial," Isaac said, holding a goblet in his hand as he jumped down from the back of the Black Giant Bird, regarding Xiar with the eyes of someone who had discovered an interesting toy.
Xiar's expression darkened. The person before him was a complete lunatic, someone whose reasoning could not be understood by normal standards.
This individual reveled in endless glory, having developed a perverse and twisted worldview. To him, he was the absolute protagonist, and the entire world should revolve around him.
In the end, he grew increasingly bored and began to pursue various forms of cruel and bloody slaughter to derive some sort of twisted pleasure from it.
Faced with such a person, Xiar was worried that one wrong word might lead to violence.
However, his concerns were clearly unnecessary. A normal person would instinctively choose to eliminate witnesses or frame someone else upon realizing they had been caught at a murder scene, but this individual showed no inclination in that direction.
Instead, he smiled and said, "Don't go outside; it would cause me some trouble."
His smile was radiant, filled with anticipation, as if he were urging Xiar to spread the word immediately.
Damn it, he's definitely insane!
Xiar's tense heart relaxed slightly, but his mind remained focused on the virtual panel before him. If the other party made even the slightest move, he would undoubtedly use all his Evolution Points without hesitation to gamble on an Ultimate Evolution!
With Firefly, Moon Child, and two other Evolved Grade Totems, he had enough Evolution Points to fully upgrade them all at once, with some left over for another round.
If he missed five chances without achieving Evolution, that would be his greatest crisis.
"Senior Isaac, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Xiar asked cautiously as he began to step back.
"What a lovely little creature. I look forward to seeing you grow up; you're still too young," the other replied, allowing him to leave while licking his lips softly.
Xiar's scalp tingled instantly, and goosebumps spread all over his body—could this bastard possibly be into men?
The thought made him want to avoid the person like a venomous scorpion; given the other's vile nature, it was indeed a possibility.
After all, this guy had been the center of attention at the academy, being the sole heir of the Glenos Family and possessing a Demonic Gift that made countless students envious. He had won the academy competition championship for two consecutive years.
It was likely that with just a wave of his hand, countless girls would eagerly climb into his bed; he certainly didn't lack for women.
Once he returned to the main road, two men in black suits were already standing there. One of them took out a badge and, after giving him a brief salute, said, "Mr. Xiar, due to high-level directives, please keep what you have seen and heard today confidential. Please sign this non-disclosure agreement."
"Oh? What happened? I was just ambushed by those three assassins. Am I not allowed to defend myself?" Xiar shrugged and replied calmly.
Since he had stumbled upon the murder scene, it had exposed the inhumane secret experiments being conducted at the academy, so it was only natural that someone would come to silence him.
Knowing this, he cooperatively pretended he hadn't seen anything and remained silent.
The other party pulled out a thick, yellowed parchment and coldly stated, "Mr. Xiar, regarding your ambush, we will discuss it later. But for now, please sign this non-disclosure agreement; otherwise, you will face judgment from the Law Enforcement Department!"
In the end, it was an outright threat, showing no regard for his Enforcer status.
"Fine." Xiar calmly took the parchment and carefully examined the text on it.
The terms were written in great detail, outlining various confidentiality agreements that resembled those he had signed in his previous life with companies.
But Xiar instinctively sensed a certain crisis; this agreement was far from as simple as it appeared!
“Mr. Xiar, please don’t waste our time,” the other party urged again.
“Alright, please wait a moment.” Xiar grasped the Feather Pen, his gaze falling upon the intricate patterns surrounding the parchment.
Buzz~
A strange wave of energy flowed through, and the patterns seemed to come alive, transforming into a terrifying mental fluctuation that swept towards him.
Xiar felt as if a Blood-Red Maw was lunging at him, wanting to swallow him whole, and his head suddenly felt heavy, as if he were about to faint!
“White Spirit!”
In this critical moment, Xiar unhesitatingly summoned a translucent Interface, forcefully pressing the “+” symbol behind the Mental Attribute.
Warm energy circulated in his mind, counteracting the mysterious mental wave and allowing him to remain alert.
“This mission is really troublesome; involving a Spirit Master makes it even worse.” One person complained with dissatisfaction after seeing him fall into a dazed state.
“Shut up; I don’t want to share your punishment!” another person snorted coldly, then turned to Xiar, his voice softening considerably. “Now, forget that you saw Leslie being killed; it was merely an ambush by someone else.”
Xiar replied numbly, “Yes, I didn’t see anything…”
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