King Ghidorah stood nearby, the black creation clone motionless, the blue gap across the face glowing slightly in the dim light.
He controlled the body, leaned against the wall, folded his arms in front of his chest, and looked at the group of guys who were discussing Salvation Society.
Nuoleila pointed his finger on the map, talking about the locations of Salvation Society's strongholds and the movement pattern of that group of people.
Nuoyaji Listen, nod your head from time to time, and ask occasionally.
"So."
He interrupted, and Black Owl No. 2's voice came out from the blue gap. "Has that thing you mentioned done anything big?"
The room became quiet. Nuoleila's finger stopped on the map. Several Stargazers members looked at each other and then looked away.
Nuoyaji was silent for a moment.
"Yes, about ten years ago."
Nuoyaji began to recall that incident - what Chaluoke told him in his previous life.
"It was a coastal city in a small country. Because of its excellent scenery, it became one of the famous tourist cities at that time..."
White sandy beaches, blue sea, mild climate all year round, and local specialty spices and seafood.
Every summer, tourists from all over the world come from all directions and fill the hotels and B&Bs in the city.
The streets are filled with different languages, different skin colors, and different costumes.
It's a place where no one cares who you are.
The sea breeze blows from a distance, carrying a salty, humid smell mixed with seaweed and fishy smell.
The sun is good, not too strong, and shines warmly on the skin, like a thin warm blanket.
The sea surface glowed like broken gold in the sun, and waves surged onto the beach one after another, then receded, leaving behind fine white foam.
Chaluoke stood on the embankment by the sea, one hand resting on the guardrail, and the other hand holding a bunch of grilled squid just bought from a small stall.
He was wearing a dark blue student uniform, with the top of the uniform open, revealing a white shirt underneath.
The squid tentacles were grilled to brown, and the surface was brushed with sauce, shining brightly in the sun. He took a bite and chewed a few times, his cheeks were bulging, and the corners of his mouth were stained with sauce.
His eyes narrowed.
"It's really nice here - don't you think so, Na'er?"
Chaluoke's voice had a hint of lazy satisfaction. His other hand took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth casually.
Na'er stood next to him, her ponytail fluttering in the wind, and a few strands of hair broke out of the hair rope and flew around her face.
Wearing a dark blue student uniform of the same style, but her top was neatly buttoned and she had a college badge pinned to her collar.
She supported the guardrail with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the endless sea in the distance. "Well... it's okay. Where is John?"
"Take Feixiu and the others to the commercial district to have a look." Chaluoke stuffed the last bite of grilled squid into his mouth and threw the bamboo skewer into the trash can next to him.
"What's so good about business in a small city? It's not as good as the scenery here."
"Really? Some of the features here are pretty good..."
"You two, can you give way?"
Next to them, a sanitation worker wearing gray overalls and holding a broom and dustpan stood behind them with a helpless expression.
He pointed at their feet - there were a few leftover bamboo sticks and a ball of crumpled oil paper scattered there.
The sanitation worker pointed at the garbage on the ground with a broom, his meaning was clear.
Chaluoke looked down at the bamboo sticks and oil paper at his feet, and then at the dustpan in the hands of the sanitation worker.
"Oh, sorry."
He picked up the bamboo sticks and oil paper, walked to the trash can nearby and threw them in, quickly and without any hesitation.
Chaluoke and Na'er walked along the embankment, and the sea breeze blew from their sides.
"What about the old man?" Chaluoke asked.
"Teacher went to meet old friends here." Na'er replied.
"The old guy actually has friends?"
Chaluoke is a little surprised.
In his impression, the old guy never left the house all day long. Apart from attending class, he read in the study room. Occasionally, he would go to Tower Mage Corps for a meeting, but he would leave immediately after the meeting and never stay.
"Teacher used to be a very active person."
Na'er's voice was filled with the warmth of memories. "It's up to you, how are you going to write the paper when you get back?"
"Heh--I just wrote down the whole life of those so-called geniuses."
Chaluoke's mouth corners were raised slightly, and his voice was casual.
Na'er did not refute.
She has known Chaluoke for many years and knows that this guy is not bragging.
He is really a genius, the kind of real genius that makes all his peers unable to even get jealous.
At the magic exchange conference not long ago, he launched a challenge to the Peak of the Sixth Tier powerhouse from the Bolundeng country who was known as the "Southern Continent strongest magician".
At that time, everyone thought he was just trying to impress others - even though they were both Sixth Tier, the veteran powerhouse was already a near-legendary mage, and his magical attainments were many times that of the ordinary Sixth Tier.
The result was that he won.
The "Southern Continent strongest magician" lost.
Chaluoke only used one spell, a spell that blended multiple elements together and had never been recorded in any classics, to crush the strongest defense of the veteran strongman with one blow.
Then, the name Chaluoke quickly spread throughout the mainland countries. Many forces, nobles, and even His Majesty the Emperor extended olive branches to him - a student who was only in his twenties.
The so-called "geniuses" of the same age were still studying Fifth Tier magic at this time, and he was already able to defeat strong men who were close to legends.
It's unbelievable, even the tower wizard admired it.
"So--why did you come along?"
Chaluoke turned his head and looked at Na'er.
"Why can't I come?" Chaluoke responded to her.
"I remember that President Imperial Magic Association personally invited you to attend the banquet they prepared for you, and the application form from the International Spellcraft Alliance was also sent over. As long as you go today--"
"It's just something that doesn't matter."
Chaluoke moved his eyes away from Na'er and landed on the sea again. The waves still came up one after another and then receded.
There were several seagulls circling in the distance, making a shrill cry.
Is that what seagulls call?
"You are really not afraid of offending people. I remember when you went to Vagrian before, the old black dragon even came out to warn you personally."
"Then I am really a dangerous person now." Chaluoke's mouth corners rose again.
"Haha - you guys are really crazy."
"Really? Didn't you see how proud that old man was before he was beaten by me? I can't compare to him."
Chaluoke's eyes fell under a big tree at the end of the embankment. There stood a man, wearing Imperial Magic Academy teacher's gray robe, holding an ebony cane in his hand, with a dark blue gem inlaid on the top of the cane.
His hair is gray and neatly combed, and he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyes behind the lenses are dark brown, gentle but sharp.
There were no wrinkles on his face and his skin was well maintained. He looked like he was only in his early forties, but Chaluoke knew that he was actually almost eighty.
"Hey, old man!" Chaluoke waved his hand in that direction.
"Teacher." Na'er also turned around.
Their teacher - Senior Professor Imperial Magic Academy, a high-level mage, traveled to various countries in the mainland when he was young and made many friends.
He later returned to the Imperial Magic Academy to teach and taught for decades.
He has a bad temper, but the students he teaches are all of high quality. Chaluoke is his most proud student and the one he scolds the most.
"Hmm." The teacher came over, the ebony cane clanking on the stone floor. "Chaluoke, Na'er... Why don't you follow Feixiu?"
"Because we went to the beach first." Chaluoke patted the dust on his hands. "The environment here is very good. Old man, do you have any friends here?"
"An old friend." The teacher did not elaborate. "Go to Feixiu and the others first."
"Okay." Chaluoke nodded.
They found Feixiu them in front of a barbecue stall in the business district.
The commercial area is not big, with only one street lined with various small shops - those selling souvenirs, snacks, clothes and toys.
There are not many people on the street, most of them are tourists, wearing various clothes and speaking various accents.
Feixiu was squatting on the steps next to the barbecue stall, holding a skewer of barbecue in her hand, biting into it in small bites. Her hair was tied into two braids, with two small, silver bells tied at the ends of the braids.
John stood next to her, holding a skewer of barbecue in one hand and a drink in the other.
Nade squatted opposite Feixiu, holding a skewer of barbecue in his hand, and was competing with Feixiu to see who could eat slower.
"Well - teacher and the others are here." Feixiu raised her head and saw the teacher, Chaluoke and Na'er walking from the corner of the street. There was still sauce on the corner of her mouth and she wiped it with her sleeve.
"Hey - leave some for me." Chaluoke quickened his pace.
"Of course." John picked up a roasted barbecue wrapped in oil paper from the side of the grill and handed it to Chaluoke.
"The barbecue here is very good, it seems to have the special seasonings here."
Chaluoke took the barbecue and took a bite.
The meat is very tender, and the juice melts in the mouth, with a slightly sweet and sour aroma, like some kind of fruit.
"Hmm - not bad." He nodded.
"By the way, senior brother, is it okay for you to follow us?" Feixiu said weakly.
She squatted on the steps, holding the barbecue in both hands, and raised her head to look at Chaluoke. John and Nade next to her also looked at him.
"What can I have?" Chaluoke swallowed the meat in his mouth and wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve. "Other than Venerable of Ten Thousand Spells and Tower Mage King, who else can I look up to now?"
"Haha - you don't know that a proud soldier will be defeated." John said with a smile.
"Defeat? Haha." Chaluoke threw the bamboo stick into the trash can next to it.
"I hope someone can defeat me. I still don't know what 'failure' feels like."
"Okay, let's go first--" the teacher's voice came from the side.
The words are not finished yet.
There was a loud noise in the distance.
There was a heavy sound, as if something huge fell to the ground from a high place, making the whole land bounce...
The memory stopped here for a moment.
Nuoyaji's voice echoed in the dim room, like a stone thrown into a deep well, causing silent ripples in circles.
The room was very quiet, no one spoke.
The creation controlled by King Ghidorah leaned against the wall, and the blue gap flickered in the darkness.
"Then what?" King Ghidorah controlled "Godzilla" to ask.
Nuoyaji was silent for a moment.
"Then--there was no more.
That city disappeared from the map that night."