Chapter 137 - A Familiar Person
Chapter 137 - A Familiar Person
Varian wobbled out of the bar with a tipsy face, and after a few minutes he reached into a remote place, disappearing altogether.
He sat in the ship's cabin as he removed his disguise. His tipsy look was gone, and he threw the disguise aside.
Along with explosives, there were also disguise items of Shadow Order in the hideouts.
"Host surveillance is controlled. It would appear that you hailed a cab and went out of the city." Boo controlled the omnipresent cameras and declared.
"You're very helpful." Varian smiled.
Indeed, even though it couldn't fight anymore, Boo was a veritable AI, and it showed its prowess..
"Hoho. That is, Of course." Boo puffed its chest and replied.
Varian shook his head and thought of his plans.
'It would take a week for this mission to end. But its consequences… I hope I don't end up making things worse.'
The youngsters in the bar seemed excited. They talked about their favorite institutions, their career plans, and their ideal lives.
There was one thing common, however.
In fact, the youngsters were first enraged that government hid about the
assassinations and hideouts.
But the rage was quickly drowned by their brightened prospects.
As he listened to their chatter of people nearly his age, Varian realized he couldn't mingle with them.
He was past that point already. Past dreaming. He was now pursuing those dreams.
'If this happened when I was still a kid, then mom would've sent me to Dungeon and I could've awakened this stupid system.' His lips curled as he imagined the what if?
'I'm sure she'd be darn proud if she knows I am this strong at 18. If I remember correctly, my dad was a Level 3.'
Then his smile receded as he closed his eyes.
'I guess some things are just destined to be. What can I do is cherish the people I have.'
He retrieved his broken comm. It still retained a few basic functions. Contact list was one of them.
He picked a few names in the contacts. Kyle. Maya. Gareth. Seth and Sarah.
He glanced at the last two names a bit longer. He didn't know them long enough, but he felt he could trust them.
'Sarah… did she reveal that I'm a dual awakener?' He hoped she didn't. But somehow, he also wanted her to confess that to Seth.
'Whatever, I'll deal with it after I return.'
He swiped the contacts to Boo and said, "Send them the message 'I'm alive. I'll contact you soon.' After they watch it, delete the message and make sure it is encrypted."
"Yes, boss!" Boo finished the task in no time and received the head pat with a smile.
Why did a spaceship AI like head pat? Varian had no idea. Its old owner apparently didn't like Boo. Perhaps that's why.
"I want to try a Mid Dungeon. Pick the nearest one."
The ghost ship slowly accelerated, and Varian glanced out of the window.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he yelled. "Stop! Stop!"
Boom!
If not for the stealth system, everyone in the street would've heard an air blast.
Varian's finger trembled as he pointed to a fat man walking down the street, hugging two women left and right.
He gulped down and said, "Follow him!"
The ghost ship stalked the fat man to a hotel. It was a 3 star hotel with sixty floors.
Using Boo's hacking capability, and spaceship's extraordinary stealth, Varian sneaked into the fat man's room.
He looked to be around forty years and sported a beer belly.
He smiled lewdly at the naked ladies as they undressed him.
The air was turning sultry and the fat man was about to begin his 'battle' when—
Zap!
Zap!
Zap!
Three lightning arcs stuck their necks, and they fainted right away.
Varian walked up to the fat man and observed him closely.
"Master, do you have THAT kind of habit?" Boo suddenly said, as it closed its face in shyness.
"What habit?" Varian shot back reflexively, before realizing he was looking at three nude bodies.
He was so focused on recognizing the man that he neglected the state they were in.
"Will you order Boo to infiltrate and peep on other people?"
'Don't get angry. Don't get angry.' Varian breathed in and calmed the urge to mute off Boo.
"Shut up! I know this man." Varian covered the fat man with a bedsheet and took him into the spaceship.
Boo looked at them and covered its mouth. Its white cheeks flushed and it looked like it wanted to say something.
Veins popped up on Varian's forehead and he growled. "Stop that dirty mind of yours. I am a straight man. I like women. Period."
"Now, find everything about this guy."
The ghost ship got out of the hotel and Boo soon found the information of the fat man, Robert Lewis.
A peak Level 2 Earth Awakener from Dungeon Bureau. This was the bastard that oversaw his mother's case.
He informed Varian that the fire wolf ate her corpse and hence he couldn't give her a proper burial.
But this was also the same man who told him the fire wolf died a minute after her death.
It didn't make sense.
But one year ago, Varian was too devastated to notice the fallacies.
The System's words during the beginning revealed that there was something secretive about her death.
[In fact, it wouldn't matter even if you were a Level 2. She would still die. You would still lie.]
"Boo, create a disposable room. I don't want to dirty the ship."
Soon, Varian found himself standing in the newly constructed room. His lips slowly curled up, and he threw the body in hand into the air.
"Hold this guy."
"Yes."
A blue light kept the fat man standing. Varian loosened his fist and raised his hand.
Slap!
Crack!
"Argh!" the fat man howled as he spat out blood and ten teeth.
"Who!" He bellowed as tears welled up in his eyes. All he could see was the blurry figure of a teenager in a strange blue room.
"I am Dungeon Bureau's seventh division chief! You will die!" He growled as his vision cleared.
Looks like he got a promotion. Varian recalled he was only a normal supervisor.
Slap!
Crack!
His other cheek bone also broke and the fat man was sent flying as he crashed to the ground.
"Sp..ikes!" He spoke with difficulty and two earth spikes shot at Varian.
"Tsk." Varian snorted in disdain and snapped his finger.
Zap!
A single lightning arc turned the earthen spikes to ash.
Looking at the ease with which Varian handled his attacks, the fat man realized their disparity.
His face paled, and he kneeled.
"P-w… ease, don't hwit. I'll do anything." He had trouble speaking with broken cheek bones and lost teeth.
Looking at the pathetic sight, Varian recalled the scene he buried deep inside.
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