Morning Light
There was yet another enemy who challenged the imagination.
Their rank was extremely high, and their authority involved the mind. Under special conditions, they could directly banish their Second Order self.
And under even more unusual circumstances, they could reproduce ancient higher powers without the slightest loss.
Based on what was known so far, if they were dragged onto their home turf, calling them merely troublesome would be an understatement.
As expected, each generation brought forth its own talents. I wondered whether the Night Watchers knew anything about this.
I had a feeling they weren't one of their own.
From the description, if anything happened to Akons, the consequences would likely be far worse than what had happened over in Xiyuan.
But there was no doubt they knew about that barrier. After all, they'd left alarm devices behind it.
Later, I could see if there was a chance to borrow their strength to look for someone.
[Today's task is complete. You may now leave the Warehouse. This week's work progress: 1/4]
Of course, that was for later. For now, it seemed I should head back for breakfast... How about a twisted bread roll?
Lost in thought, Fu Qian casually set the umbilical cord on the table, took one last look at his increasingly impressive collection, and activated the mark on his hand.
"Sir, are you... in a hurry to meet a blind date?"
The sun had climbed higher, brightening the shop windows facing the street.
Still, it was a weekday morning, and it was early yet, so the place wasn't exactly bustling.
The young attendant in a burgundy uniform, her makeup immaculate, packed the clothes at Fu Qian's request while sneaking glances at her young customer again and again.
Seeing how amiable he seemed, she