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After a series of operations, he was immediately assigned ten daily Bounty Missions. This time, the tasks were slightly more challenging than before, but it was merely a minor adjustment. Overall, if any issues arose, they shouldn't pose too much trouble; the worst-case scenario might involve some serious injuries.
However, these individual incidents of serious injury could actually be avoided. Later, Freyr would take some simple notes on this mission, aiming to cover all possible situations. This mission marked the first assignment for the Soldier-Level Hunter Team.
It was crucial to leave a strong impression with a flawless performance. Of course, it was also best if there were no issues with the team composition. Although this sounded somewhat difficult, having a well-prepared plan in advance might be a bit troublesome. Still, having multiple plans was merely a precaution against unnecessary risks.
In the current situation, everyone else present was busy with their own tasks. They were observing the missions assigned to them, as they needed to familiarize themselves with their roles in this assignment. This was of utmost importance; they were a cohesive team that needed to anticipate potential actions and respond accordingly. Even if some actions seemed trivial, it was better to think them through than to leave them unconsidered.
No one could take away the right of certain individuals to think; it was an innate special ability. Meanwhile, on the lower floor of a certain building stood a silver-white structure with a sign indicating it was a psychiatric hospital. It appeared to be quite a large facility.
Although it was indeed a hospital, it resembled more of a well-trained and systematically organized prison.
Yet this place was certainly a hospital—specifically, a psychiatric hospital. The residents here didn't require much explanation; they were individuals with various degrees of mental abnormalities. Most of them weren't necessarily mentally ill but had thoughts and ideas that exceeded ordinary understanding.
Those who could reside here were often individuals whose thinking was beyond what common people could comprehend. However, there were also those who were different from the norm; mental health experts conducted more reasonable studies on these individuals regarding human psychology and academic issues related to the human brain. A few years ago, the so-called banned brain development surgeries had caused quite a stir worldwide.
The influence of the Nostidia Family was substantial and rare among millionaires. Although not as powerful as the forces supported by the Menech Family, being millionaires still held significant weight; money had little meaning in this family.
His mother had rarely suffered from a type of mental disability along with some obsessive tendencies, always believing someone wanted to take her wealth and beauty. Previously, no one knew she had developed some form of mental illness and occasionally exhibited two distinct personalities: one that would sit on her bed at night, appearing very fragile, crying and feeling sad while holding onto a doll; the other personality was heavily made up and behaved like a showgirl.
In fact, his mother had been the lead dancer at a disco club and caught the eye of Nosty's young master. After some time spent in romantic escapades, she indeed became pregnant. However, her family discovered this and forced her to accept threats and compensation amounts.
Even so, she faced insults and humiliation from the extended family, which she found unbearable. The man who had once promised to treat her well betrayed her. From then on, her two personalities gradually formed as protective mechanisms, isolating her from the dance hall since she was pregnant.
The craziest moment was when she danced in the ballroom, her large belly swaying as she performed a terrifying tap dance. This dance was reminiscent of ancient rituals, where indigenous people would light fires on the ground and dance over the flames, embracing some form of ceremonial expression.
This dance represented a curse; it was a curse against the injustice of fate and the betrayal by her boyfriend. Ultimately, this led to a great fire. Although the ballroom was destroyed, fortunately, no one was harmed.
The poor mother eventually settled here, and it was in this very hospital that Nosty was born. Despite being born in a mental institution, he suffered from a congenital disability—his eyes lacked luster. However, he possessed the rare trait of heterochromia, one eye yellow and the other blue. Was this a result of the curse?
Nosty later lived alone, developing a kind of willpower forged through mockery as he grew up. Sometimes it seemed as if he had been born in the wrong era. With such resilience, if not for his disability, his potential would have been limitless due to his cleverness and talent. As he grew older, he worked at the mental hospital as a gatekeeper and therapist, helping facilitate communication and understanding between normal people and those with mental illnesses. This ability made him quite popular at the institution.
"Is this the hospital? Truly philosophical! Living in a place like this, I thought it was a joke; turns out it's real. Where is everyone? Why haven't they arrived yet?" The vehicle came to a stop just as they were nearing the scheduled time, but no one was in sight—not even a shadow.
"Hey, are you a friend of Freyr?" A weak voice suddenly called out from beside them.
The SUV's exterior was covered with glass, obscuring what was happening inside while allowing those inside to see clearly what was going on outside. Next to the vehicle stood a man dressed in a straightjacket, wrapped tightly like a cocoon, looking utterly ridiculous—definitely not someone who appeared normal.
At least, normal people wouldn't wear such attire. Oh wait, wearing a straightjacket is inherently abnormal. Perhaps being near a mental hospital had altered his thought processes slightly. He had long hair that fell to his shoulders and an unusually pale complexion—so pale that it contrasted sharply with his neck. His eyes were obscured by round sunglasses, and he dragged along a white suitcase while wearing rubber boots.
"Go away! I’ll call the doctor; you’ve got the wrong person," Ross said casually as he rolled down the window, pretending to reach for something to shoo him away but instead found it amusing.
"Wait! You really don’t know Freyr? My good comrade! What kind of scoundrel would bring a convoy to pick me up? Where is everyone? Where did they run off to? Are you taking advantage of me because I’m blind? This isn’t right!" The blind man suddenly began to shout.
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