B-Rank Su Qing'an, Handover of the Mission

Singapore Changi Airport, 10:50 AM.

Su Qing'an glanced at the huge crowd nearby. He walked alone through the noisy sea of people, carrying his instrument case, his footsteps slipping silently into the subconscious of passersby like a ghost.

To outsiders, this boy did not exist in this world. He was like invisible, colorless air, drifting among the crowds, observing everything with a calm gaze.

[The A-rank Valkyrie Wraith who will be assisting you will be randomly moving between Terminal 2 and Terminal 2. Please find her before 11:30 AM to complete the assistance mission. The official mission will begin that afternoon.]

[Time is of the essence, and I eagerly await your decision, Mr. Su Qing'an.]

After being forcibly assigned a mission in the early morning, everything from the armed helicopter with its doors automatically opening on the St. Freya Academy helipad to the extra plane tickets and addresses on her phone all demonstrated the will of the person who issued the mission.

The other party was deliberately testing my capabilities, for example, by using an armed helicopter without autopilot or a pilot, and by not providing me with a professional passport and a new identity.

After Su Qing'an spent another five minutes reviewing his helicopter piloting lessons from class, he calmly piloted the helicopter alone high in the sky, his gaze occasionally drifting to the shimmering sea.

Then, before the departure time indicated on the ticket, the boy walked naturally to the destination using various martial arts techniques and new applications of [momentum], only to find that the information on his phone was ten minutes different from the actual flight time.

But it's okay, he's always been in the habit of arriving twenty minutes early.

Now, after disembarking, he faces the next test that is about to begin.

That is, to find an A-rank Valkyrie is deliberately hiding herself in the crowded airport.

A boring yet highly effective way to test the waters.

This was Su Qing'an's silent judgment. He could even guess that this so-called A-rank Valkyrie might be a master of disguise. This test was less of a challenge and more of a test to see his limits.

If the other party genuinely wants you to participate in this mission, then failure will not affect the mission's progress.

At exactly 11 o'clock, the A-rank Valkyrie will arrive as promised to meet him.

In other words, this is not a one-way game of hide-and-seek.

The other party must also find them within this timeframe. Rita's stealth skills cannot fool the machine, and even if she makes subtle changes to these skills, finding herself shouldn't be difficult in theory.

But the premise is that this is all he knows.

However, since the possibility of [Momentum] being used for single-target attacks was discovered, Su Qing'an has developed a more refined way of operating this ability, which is why he can easily bypass all checks and board the plane.

In short, he possesses a certain ability to briefly interfere with electronic devices using [potential].

This requires grasping a subtle wavelength, and this ability has been habitually integrated into [the circle], becoming a passive, permanent skill.

From the moment he stepped off the plane, Su Qing'an was a ghost to both humans and machines in this world. He even had the leisure to practice his skill of slipping into the subconscious of others under the gaze of countless people.

He always felt that this ability still had room for development, and that in time it might evolve into a skill that could be used against both humans and Honkai.

In short, it's impossible for the other party to leisurely wait for the appointed time to arrive and then easily come to hand over the task.

The current rules of the game are fair.

Want to see my limits?

Let them find me first.

Being treated like a tool and assigned tasks outside of the prescribed scope, coupled with numerous difficulties along the way, made Su Qing'an feel unpleasant. If she didn't want to cause trouble for Theresa, she would have been more sensible to find out about these inexplicable tasks before deciding whether to carry them out.

However, not long after Rita Rossweisse, S-rank Valkyrie, left St. Freya Academy, this mission was assigned, the meaning of which is quite intriguing.

Given this twisted approach, it's easy to guess who orchestrated this mission.

Otto Apocalypse.

If it was a task assigned by this man who held the power of Schicksal, then she would have no choice but to accept it. But no matter what the other party thought, Su Qing'an didn't care. Right now, she was just a remnant with only a few embers left, and there was not much value in her that could be used.

Even the most dubious version of the Void Sword Qi was carefully verified by him after he asked Fu Hua for the original.

The answers were exactly the same.

The actions of the gods are so subtle that even practitioners themselves cannot detect the consequences. This is true for practitioners, and even more so for outsiders.

Then this mission is just to satisfy the other party's curiosity; just continue at your original pace.

The young man brushed past State of Dustless, and his intuition, domineeringly revealing all appearances, discerning the true extent of the threat posed by passersby.

If the opponent has the level of A-rank Valkyrie, even if Singapore, being a neutral zone, cannot carry Valkyrie armor with them, it should still have the ability to make them feel threatened.

However, this method was too inefficient, and with such a large flow of people, Su Qing'an abandoned it after only one minute.

He needs a method that can quickly locate and filter out abnormal individuals within a broad range.

So perhaps the only option left is to do something a little reckless.

Su Qing'an doesn't actually know many things, but he has the ability to quickly innovate and develop what he knows.

For example, he temporarily reduced the power of [momentum] right now.

With his current abilities, unleashing the full power of his [momentum] would likely paralyze the crowd around him instantly, rendering them unable to move.

However, by lowering the sensitivity to a level that only well-trained humans who haven't lost their senses can instinctively perceive, one can control their field of vision under certain circumstances.

In game terms, it's like having access to the map, instantly filtering out useless white-level monsters, and quickly finding red-named monsters.

[Potential].

After being deliberately tuned to the lowest frequency, the [potential] spreads over an extremely wide range like a sound wave.

Invisible ripples spread outwards from the boy, but he wasn't worried about alerting him. Normal human senses couldn't detect such subtle changes in the body. Even if the opponent was A-rank Valkyrie, without a level of martial arts beyond the Mind's Eye, there was absolutely no way she could see through it.

Even if he were to alert the enemy, he wouldn't care.

Games have rules, and the playing field is the boundary of those rules.

By gradually narrowing the scope, and given the information gap, the other party will gradually lose the right to play hide-and-seek with him.

11:23 AM.

Inside a Burger King restaurant.

The indifferent-looking boy placed the instrument case aside and sat down opposite someone.

She was a girl listening to music with headphones on; her plate still had half a bag of fries and an opened packet of ketchup.

The girl was wearing trendy wireless headphones, and her blonde hair shone brightly in the sunlight, further highlighting her beautiful face and delicate makeup. Her school uniform jacket was casually draped around her waist, and the school badge on her chest proved that she was a high school student.

When the other party naturally revealed a wary yet strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, Su Qing'an snapped her fingers.

The high school girl who blended perfectly into her environment was his final target.

"Smack."

The purpose of snapping one's fingers is not to show off, but to divert attention and make it easier for the "power" to invade.

As the girl's gaze slightly shifted towards Su Qing'an's hand, an invisible wave, sharp as a blade, forcefully slashed into her consciousness.

The power of [momentum] shattered the disguise.

The sense of danger, as if she were in a jungle facing countless ferocious beasts, did not make the girl's expression stiffen for a moment, but the instinct ingrained in her bones subconsciously exuded a murderous intent.

The subtle, natural muscle movements adapted to an offensive posture are also evidence of the opponent's deception.

The girl relaxed her unconsciously tense body and let out a few slightly surprised sighs.

The game is over.

Immediately, a detached voice reached her ears.

"Rank B Su Qing'an, here to hand over the mission."

"It's 11:23 now. I'm not late, Miss Wraith."

Looking at the expressionless boy before him, Wraith tasted for the second time in his life the bitterness of his codename being unworthy of him.

Wraith means ghost or spirit.

But what exactly does this boy's ability to drag ghosts into the mortal realm signify?

She will wait and see.