Mind Core

Deciphering ancient writing was difficult for people in this world.

But for Rein, who possessed the "Mind Core," as long as there was enough data, he did not need to think for himself at all.

As his gaze swept over those materials, the "Mind Core" sounded another notification.

Ding! Unknown text/pattern detected. System automatically scanning and recording.

The "Mind Core" was a high-tech product from the end of the twenty-first century. It could monitor a person's physical condition in real time and was also an important technological tool for assisting human learning.

It was like a portable search engine. As long as its database contained enough stored information, it could retrieve whatever information people needed from it.

Language learning and text translation were among its most basic functions.

As long as Rein had seen something with his eyes, the Mind Core could automatically record it. He did not need to study, memorize, or understand it himself, saving him a tremendous amount of effort.

If he wanted, he could "memorize" an entire library in an extremely short time.

"Since the person on that 'Airship Wreckage' used this ancient writing to record secrets, it means there must be quite a lot of surviving material on this 'Monkel Script.' If I can find enough samples, perhaps the Mind Core will be able to decipher it."

Rein rubbed the parchment in his hand, his heart filled with anticipation.

This parchment, suspected to contain a "high-level Gene Origin Power Cultivation Method exclusive to Battle Doctors," might bring him a huge surprise, just like that Corpse Stitcher potion.

Generally speaking, every mature Extraordinary Sequence had its corresponding exclusive skills. They were skills and Cultivation Methods created through the refinement of countless generations, best suited to that particular Gene Potion.

With matching exclusive techniques and Cultivation Methods, one plus one could produce more than two, and combat power would grow geometrically.

(Note: An "Extraordinary Sequence" refers to a classic advancement path that has been verified and matured by predecessors. The attributes of its advancement potions complement one another best, allowing the greatest potential to be activated.

For example: the First Tier potion Divine Thief in the Assassin Sequence corresponded to the Second Tier exclusive Shadow Assassin and the Third Tier Swift Thief, forming the Agile Assassin Sequence; one could also take the path Divine Thief → Stealth Expert → Ghostly Shadow, forming the Assassination Sequence.

As long as the potion compatibility was high enough, mixed advancement was also possible, but the effects would be unpredictable, and advancement to the next tier would become much more difficult.

Likewise, every classic sequence had certain specialized combat techniques and Cultivation Methods.)

There were countless Extraordinary Sequences in this world—some specialized, some mixed—and this was why people awakened all sorts of strange, even bizarre, extraordinary abilities.

Baron Morin had collected only limited ancient materials written in Monkel Script. The Mind Core showed a decipherment rate of 17%, still far from enough to interpret the contents of the parchment.

He would need to collect more samples of ancient writing in the future.

Although he now had the Mind Core's foolproof translation function, translating ancient writing required opportunity. Rein knew he could not rush it, so he placed the parchment back into the box.

"Looks like the original plan needs to change."

After tallying his spoils, Rein felt delighted by his gains, but a sense of crisis also rose in his heart.

If it had been an ordinary treasure, he might have been able to bluff his way through with a few lies.

But he understood that he was now holding an "earth-shattering treasure" that the person who had hired the killer from behind the scenes would never give up on.

"I have to get the antidote to the Zombie Potion as soon as possible and escape the Weasel Bandit Group. Otherwise, something might go wrong."

After giving it some thought, the sense of danger in Rein's heart refused to fade.

He was the closest living witness to Morin's corpse. If that person behind the scenes wanted to find the "lost treasure," they certainly would not give up on searching him for clues.

For now, he could bluff his way through with nothing but his mouth only because this bandit group was full of physical-type assassins, and no one could tell whether he was lying.

But this was a world with all manner of strange extraordinary powers. Making someone tell the truth was not difficult.

For example, among the Caster Sequence were hypnotists and interrogators, extraordinary individuals skilled in mental control.

They excelled at mental hypnosis, and no lie could escape their notice.

Although Mystic System extraordinary individuals were rarer than one in ten thousand, based on the limited clues available, the person who had hired the killer behind the scenes was definitely someone with immense influence.

Given that he had nearly died the moment he transmigrated, Rein did not think he was some "chosen one."

If he relied on luck, he might not even know how he died.

Staying alive came before everything else!

The Weasel Bandit Group possessed its own independent mobile steam fortress. It resembled an eight-legged crab, covered in rust, and was roughly the size of a small town, with a permanent population of no more than three thousand.

This Ghoul-class small steel city had strong mobility and could travel at great speed.

(Mechanical City size classifications: Ghoul-class, War Elephant-class, Behemoth Lord-class, Dragon City Overlord-class.)

To pursue the utmost traveling speed, the bandit group had discarded everything that existed for "comfort" apart from necessary structures. Their residences were as crude as sheet-metal containers, the dining hall did not even have chairs, and no large cannons had been installed.

That was also why this old bandit group had been able to run rampant across the wasteland for so many years without being wiped out by the imperial army.

Like nimble Canine Rabbits on the wasteland, they always escaped the pursuit of hungry wolves.

At this very moment, the boiler of that iron crab belched thick black smoke as it sped across the Ice Ridge Wasteland at full speed.

While Rein was tallying his spoils, Piscis finished discussing matters with several senior members and left the meeting room.

As he headed back to his laboratory, someone in a cloak suddenly blocked his path.

"Lord Piscis, these are the materials you requested. And this is the operation plan for ten days from now. Please review it and burn it afterward."

The cloaked man handed over a scroll, then silently disappeared into the shadows of the cabin.

"The Black Market Trade Fair ten days from now... launch the encirclement operation."

Piscis expressionlessly read the encrypted intelligence on the scroll. His brows lifted slightly, and a trace of delight appeared on his face. "Three years... it is finally time to close the net."

After plotting for so many years, he would finally no longer need to remain undercover in this filthy bandit group.

The merit from completing this mission would be enough for him to obtain the advancement knowledge and gene formula for a Three-star Alchemist.

A Three-star Alchemist—that was the threshold for entering the ranks of high nobility.

"Hmm?"

However, when he saw the intelligence that followed, the expression in Piscis's eyes grew increasingly grim.

The intelligence read as follows: Baron Morin, originally named Sherwood Andre, was formerly a wasteland hunter of the Xid Empire. He had donated a Golden Potion to the royal family in exchange for the title of baron.

This was clearly a top-secret noble archive accessible only to the Oma Royal Family.

"A Gold Potion Recipe? Morin actually obtained his title through such means?"

Piscis's eyes shifted repeatedly as he read the intelligence.

He seemed to know more of the inside story, and he speculated inwardly, "Looks like the Dracula Family, the ones backing Quinn behind the scenes, have made their move. No wonder they had enough influence for Quinn to dare kill someone to silence them inside Blazing Steel Fortress."

The previous operation had been top secret. Other than Quinn, the leader, no one knew the employer's identity.

The abnormality of the matter made Piscis keep an extra eye out.

Now it seemed that he had indeed hooked a big fish!

Moreover, Piscis had inferred an extremely startling truth from this intelligence.

If Doctor Morin could exchange a Gold Potion Recipe for a noble title and even draw the covetous attention of the Dracula Family, the imperial royal family of the Xid Empire, then he definitely possessed an extraordinary treasure!

At that thought, a sharp glint suddenly burst from Piscis's murky eyes. "Now that I think about it, that brat might really be holding a major secret. Hmph, quite a cunning little fellow too."

After thinking for a moment, he spoke toward a spot in the darkness. "Send word to the organization. Tell them I need a hypnotist to assist with the mission. Have one sent over as soon as possible!"

"Yes."

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