Chapter 1369 Meecenary [2]

Chapter 1369 Meecenary [2]

"Are you ready?"

Those three simple words held a deep meaning.

Was he ready for 5 years of slavery?

But his answer was just as succinct.

"Yes." Examine the origin of this data, deeply intertwined with n0v[lbin★

He had mentally prepared himself long ago, and he was waiting for this moment to come.

"Good. I've marked a location somewhere within your radius. Find it and reach it within three days. That's your first task."

Damien smiled wryly.

"No more information than that?"

"None at all. You need to be at least that good if you want to prove yourself."

Damien rolled his eyes.

"Understood. I'm still being underestimated, huh. Three days? That's laughable."

Damien cut the call there. He didn't need to pry more.

'When she says somewhere in my radius, that could mean I'm either already there or it could be a billion kilometers away. And when she says she marked it, am I looking for a structure or something mana-based?'

"Well, it doesn't matter either way."

If she wanted him to find it on his own, it had to be something he'd recognize.

He spread his awareness first. Hundreds of millions of kilometers were covered in an instant, and as he sifted through all the information coming into his head, he quickly learned that whatever he wanted to find wasn't there.

However, there were clues.

'She's toying with me.' He thought with a smile.

There were markers everywhere, some large and some small. They all stood out in his perception, and it was clear she wanted him to go to each and every one to see if that was the designated location.

However, he had no need to do so.

'Should I work a bit harder?'

He knelt down and put his hand on the ground, activating an ability he developed in the Ancient Battlefield.

'Absolute Perception.'

Back then, he only had Partial Existence Law. Even with that, he was able to search the entirety of the Ancient Battlefield and find traces of someone as elusive as the Ancient Sovereign.

So what about now?

That incomplete law had now become an Authority. It wasn't complete, but it was far greater than anything he could've imagined at that time.

When he entered the state of Absolute Perception, he was no longer just becoming one with the earth, but with the mana as well.

His spiritual body became one with the entire atmosphere, and his perception became that of the Heavenly Order.

Puff!

"Damn!"

His mind was instantly overloaded with information. Blood puffed out of his nose like a cloud of mist, and leaked down his ears and eyes.

There was too much.

Whether it be what was happening below the surface in various bestial societies, or what was happening in the skies where a few select races made their homes, he saw it all.

It was just too much.

The person beside him spoke, taking a sip of her own drink.

"Didn't I tell you when we first met? This is normal for me."

"Arrogant brat."

"Isn't that why you picked me?"

"Touché."

Damien and Yulia sat in the bar and finished their drinks as if they were regular customers, but there was a silent war going on between them.

They had a contractor-contractee relationship that was close to a slave contract, but Damien refused to be treated like a slave.

Yulia respected it, but she also expected him to act like someone who was taking orders, because she couldn't put a wild card into a team of mercenaries who had their own hierarchical structure.

What Damien wanted to show her was that he didn't need something like a team, and while she didn't like it, she had no choice but to accept it.

He'd won this time.

"Haa, whatever. Welcome to The Den. This is where you'll be taking your missions from now on, and that guy..."

Yulia motioned towards the bartender with her eyes.

"...is the one who'll act as the middleman between the two of us."

Damien nodded.

"Alright, then, since you're here now, I'm assuming you're giving me the first one on your own?"

"Naturally," Yulia responded with a smile.

"It wouldn't be any fun if I wasn't present for the initiation."

"That..."

Damien frowned.

The air in the bar suddenly changed.

And all eyes were on him.

"It's simple," Yulia said.

She grinned as she stood up and started walking away.

"Either defeat everyone here and get your way, or lose and do things my way."

She opened the door to the bar and gave him one last look, her eyes slyer than ever:

"Well then, good luck."

Bang!

The door closed.

And murderous intent ran wild throughout the bar.

"Good," Damien said with a grin.

"You guys might not know this, but letting off steam like this is one of my favorite pastimes."

He stretched slightly and turned to face the crowd, raising his own aura to match theirs.

They wanted to fight?

Then he would give them a fight they'd never forget.

It was becoming his signature phrase at this point, so he felt the need to say it.

"Come at me, bitches!"