Chapter 38: Please, carry on
The next day, as soon as he woke up, Vincent went to the small kitchen area of their hotel room and started preparing breakfast.
Though they could order from the hotel, Marina and Sister Amara always preferred his cooking. However, since he had forgotten to buy ingredients, he could only make some fried rice, sunny-side-up eggs, bacon, and hotdogs. He also prepared coffee and hot chocolate for Sister Amara and Marina.
Just as he was about to set the table, the two girls woke up and sat down for breakfast.
“Good morning, brother…” Marina, still in her pajamas and with bed hair, greeted him with a yawn, rubbing her eyes.
Amara, as usual, asked, “M’rning, do we have any beer left?”
Vincent just shook his head.
“I’ll be heading back to the Origin World today,” he said as he placed the food on the table.
The two girls were suddenly wide awake and exchanged concerned looks.
Marina was the first to speak, sipping her hot chocolate.
“Then be careful, brother.” Her tone was casual, though her eyes betrayed her worry.
Amara gave him a brief glance, nodding.
“I know you can handle yourself, but… be extra careful.”
“I understand.”
Vincent didn’t argue or make any promises. He just focused on doing his best to come back to them safely, knowing that was the most important thing.
After finishing breakfast, they all prepared for the day. Marina donned her school uniform, and Sister Amara was dressed in a fitted black office suit, while Vincent wore his new black armor, a gift from Sophie.
Though he had initially wanted to refuse it, he accepted the armor, knowing he needed all the help he could get to grow stronger. Sophie hadn’t asked for anything in return, but Vincent silently promised himself that he would repay her one day.
The armor was a rare Tier 1 quality body armament, which was a significant upgrade for him.
“I’m heading out now,” he said.
Marina hugged him tightly before heading off to school.
“Take care, brother,” she said, determinedly leaving the room.
As she walked out of the hotel, her resolve strengthened.
“I have to become stronger… I must become an Origin Warrior too, to help my brother!” she thought.
Back in the hotel room, Vincent was left alone with Amara. She stepped forward, handing him a white scroll.
“Take this,” she said.
“Don’t ask any questions. Just… come back to us. Marina needs you and…”
Vincent raised an eyebrow.
“And what?”
Amara looked away.
“Nothing. Just come back safely.”
Though he was curious about what she had almost said, he didn’t press her. Instead, he nodded and, with a thought, he turned into particles of lights, leaving Amara alone in the room.
“Little Vince…” she murmured.
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Vincent reappeared in the room he had rented at the Newcomer’s Lodge in No.3 Novice Sanctuary. As soon as he arrived, he suddenly heard a woman moaning in pleasure behind him.
He spun around in reflex and was shocked by the sight before him: two green-skinned, sharp-eared humanoids with black spots—Vyrmins—engaged in an intimate moment.
“Ugh, harder!” the naked female Vyrmin moaned, lying on her belly as the male pressed against her.
The male Vyrmin quickened his pace, eliciting another moan of pleasure from the female.
Vincent grimaced in disgust.
“What the hell?! Ew!”
He was not disgusted by the sex since he was not a virgin, he was disgusted because the female Vyrmin was drenched in green sticky liquid.
His shout startled the Vyrmins, who immediately stopped their activity and stared at him.
For a moment, there was nothing but awkward silence. Then, the female let out a deafening scream.
“Kyaaaaah!”
The male Vyrmin angrily covered himself with a blanket.
“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!”
Since he was wearing his Morphic Mask albeit not using its effect, they were only able to see his purple eyes beneath the plain-emerald mask and nothing.
The female Vyrmin quickly demanded, “Honey, cover me too!”
Still not fully familiar with the social customs of the Origin World, Vincent hadn’t anticipated this awkward scenario when returning.
Scratching the back of his head with an awkward smile, he apologized, “Uh, sorry about this. Please… carry on.”
He hurried out of the room and rushed downstairs.
As he descended the stairs, he checked the item Amara had given him earlier, and was surprised when he read the information.
Name: Instant Escape Scroll
Type: Special
Effect: Instantly allows escape from the Origin World without delay.
Vincent’s eyes widened.
“An Instant Escape Scroll? I’ve never heard of this before…”
Normally, escape scrolls had a three-second delay before they could be activated.
“Just where did Sister Amara get this?” he wondered, slipping the scroll into his storage ring.
His curiosity about Amara’s mysterious background deepened.
Pushing the thought aside for now, he reached the bar area of the Newcomer’s Lodge, where the usual bartender was waiting, eyeing him curiously.
“It seems you’ve had an… interesting morning,” the bartender commented.
Vincent replied with a wry smile, tossing a few Origin Crystals onto the counter.
“Any news while I was away?”
It had been two days in the outside world, which equated to four days in the Origin World.
He had to catch up.
The bartender pocketed the crystals and leaned in.
“The Thrygians have been getting more aggressive. They’ve been openly hunting humans, especially the young master of the Blackthorn Clan, Grarik. He’s been looking for a human specifically. I don’t know what’s happening but I’ll advise you to be careful outside.”
Vincent grinned beneath his mask.
Grarik, huh? Looks like he’s pissed that I killed his men.
“Anything else?” Vincent asked.
The bartender thought for a moment before replying.
“I also heard that there’s a new Tier 2 labyrinth that has appeared in the west of Verdant Wilds, where the Blackbite Rats usually roam. You might want to check it out.”
A new labyrinth? And Blackbite Rats?
Vincent recalled fighting a few of those creatures during his previous visit to the Verdant Wilds.
He then remembered the event he decided to pass last time.
“When’s the next Outer District Battle?” he inquired.
“In four days,” the bartender answered.
Vincent nodded. “Thanks. Also, I’ll need a new room for two days.”
“That’ll be 20 Origin Crystals,” the bartender said, handing him a thin black, rectangular key.
Vincent paid, stored the key in his ring, and headed to the Novice Center.
His goal was simple: take on some missions, explore the newly discovered labyrinth, and check if it was a good place to efficiently gain experience.
For now, he decided to hold off on breaking through. He wanted to focus on upgrading his abilities and equipment first before any major breakthroughs. He wasn’t reckless enough to push forward with cultivation at the cost of his other skills.
Vincent had already reached the peak of Tier 1 but believed that between a one-star and a five-star primal, there wasn’t a significant difference in abilities and intelligence. So he was confident he could still hone his skills.
He had proven that already, having faced and defeated several peak Tier 1 enemies during a primal hunt. With his upgraded skills and equipment, he was now ready to hunt them with ease.
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