Mystical Journey - Chapter 1201 - Capture 1
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Chapter 1201 - Capture 1

"I am pleased."

"What?" Garen was shocked at her sudden movement. He had never seen such a temperamental person in his life. Even after transmigrating between so many worlds, this was the very first time he encountered someone who displayed such a split personality. The very second before, she was still cool and collected, but at this very moment, it was as if she changed into an entirely different person.

"I am relieved, as you have finally grown up, you've become a man," Kong Xinxue grabbed on to Garen's collar and almost lifted him up.

Bang.

She released her grip and Garen fell b.u.t.t first back on to the chair.

"As a man, there will always be the dark desires buried deep within your heart that will tempt you into taking actions, and you've finally taken the first important yet poor-natured move. I don't know if I should be happy or upset, but there's one thing I know for sure."

Kong Xinxue stood up and walked toward her own room.

"And that is, courage is the key element that makes a man." 

"Courage?"

"Do you know the Infinite Self-defence Rights?" She threw at him a black fountain pen. The pen rotated speedily and marked a straight trajectory before landing beside Garen on the sofa. "As a man, you have to be alert at all times and be ready to step up for a lady. Furthermore, how are you going to battle if you don't have any weapons?"

"Weapons?"

Garen held the fountain pen up. There was nothing different about this item, it was just an ordinary black fountain pen.

Kong Xinxue turned back.

"Humans only know that it is not illegal to use one's scissors for self-defense, but they don't know that a fountain pen actually provides a better concealment. Practice using it… It'll come in handy one day."

She waved elegantly, then entered her room. After her door was slammed shut, no movements could be detected anymore.

Garen stared speechlessly at Kong Xinxue as she walked into her own room, then glanced at the fountain pen held in his hand.

"Weapon? This?"

An undeniably appropriate image kept bouncing into his head.

Nighttime in the streets.

"No… Please, don't… I'm begging you…" Eyes filled with tears, Kong Xinxue begged as she shrunk into the corner in the alley.

Several thugs surrounded her, l.u.s.tful smiles written all over their faces as they grinned at their trapped little sheep.

"Hey, little girl…It's dangerous to be out about the streets alone in the middle of the night."

"Looks like we've got to educate you on what safety is about, hehehe…"

"Shout all you want, n.o.body would come to your rescue no matter how much you scream or shout…"

Chirk.

A flick knife sprung out in the hands of one of the thugs.

According to the Infinite Self-defence Rights, the perfect time to counterattack is when the opponent shows his weapon!

There would only be one chance! Speed! Ruthless! Accurate! One fatal blow!

The silver ballpoint pen swiftly fell into her hand as a cold look flashed through Kong Xinxue's eyes.

Ah! Ah ah!

After a few screams, everything was silent in the alley.

"What a terrifying lady…" Garen shook his head in an attempt to shake away the crazy thoughts in his mind. However, for unknown reasons, he was slightly amused.

"She has a personality, and her actions are different from how she portrays herself to be, it's like she has a dual personality. And she's pretty. Such a special girl, no wonder one of the Four Great Cornerstones developed a crush on her," Garen touched his chin, finally acknowledging the fact that this world was actually quite interesting after all.

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Monday, it was time for school.

Hiss…

Garen had his head on the table as he napped.

The teacher's lecture sounds in the cla.s.sroom automatically played as his lullaby. The scratching sounds of students making notes around could be vaguely heard as the scratch marks echoed in the cla.s.sroom, giving off a certain hollowness.

This world was almost the same as Earth, the similar lifestyle that was a combination of Western and Eastern cultures. There were also heat weapons, missiles, tanks, and even nuclear weapons. If it were not for the different name and the geographic location, Garen would have thought that he had arrived at another parallel world to Earth.

The basic knowledge learned in cla.s.s were practically as easy as ABC to Garen. The only thing he needed to pay attention to was that he should not use other world's more advanced formulas to calculate when he solved questions in order to avoid triggering a worldwide buzz.

"Hey, Fei, I heard you suffered a heat stroke and almost died. Is it real?"

His deskmate, also one of Kong Xiaofei's few only friends, Koslan, was currently pretending to copy down notes as he squeezed Garen's elbows.

"It's fake," Garen simply responded, "Would a person who almost died return beside you this fast?"

"True, makes sense," Koslan nodded in agreement.

"Alright, I'm going to take a nap. Don't disturb me," With that said, Garen slipped into a deep sleep once again. In this world, n.o.body knew his real ident.i.ty and his specialties, so naturally, there would be no threats of danger.

The only trouble he had was that particular day two years from now where one of the Four Great Cornerstones would kill Kong Xiaofei in an accident.

He did not need to go searching around, he just needed to wait. Until then, he would figure out whether the Four Great Stones were the same kind of inheritors, or were they perhaps just some Void Creatures.

After a nap, cla.s.ses had already finished. For someone like Kong Xiaofei who had disappointing academic results, the teachers had long given up their hopes on him already.

The No. 3 High School was not a good school in the first place, most of the teachers just muddled along however they could.

"Hey, Fei, Koslan," A masculine-looking girl dressed in a black-pleated dress walked toward the both of them.

"It's Patch. Why are you looking so feminine today? Are you experiencing your second spring (TL Note: Directly translated from Chinese, 'second spring' is used to describe a person who experiences falling in love a second time later on in life when she's older.)? Koslan greeted her with a bright smile.

"Don't call me Patch… Also, what's with this second spring? I haven't even had my first spring!" The girl was Zong Buqin, also a close friend of Kong Xiaofei in cla.s.s. Due to her over-masculine looks and how she always liked aiming for the last hit in games, she was nicknamed Patch.

"So? Are you feeling better?" Zong Buqin looked at Kong Xiaofei with a face full of concern.

"Much better," Garen nodded.

"Are you up for some ice skating then? The Dream Ice Arena will be done renovating today, let's go have a look at how is it now."

"I'll pa.s.s, I have something on already, you guys go ahead though." Garen declined immediately. He only had another two years, and even though he was confident that he would not lose the battle, he should definitely not look down on his opponent. He had to perform the best he could.

"Aren't you scared of flas.h.i.+ng someone? Wearing a skirt to ice skate," Koslan grinned devilishly.

"So what if I do? Are you going to look?" Zong Buqin had her arms on her waist as she retorted.

"Yeah."

"If you really dare, I'll even lift my skirt up!"

"Are you going to be responsible for it?"

"You'd want to run once you see it!" Zong Buqin snorted.

"Forget about it then."

"Alright, you both continue your banter, I'll take my leave first," Garen left the cla.s.sroom, blatantly ignoring the duo who was quarreling. In Kong Xiaofei's memories, those two had the pranking scale that not many people could actually relate to.

He walked all the way until he reached the balcony.

Garen pushed open the metal door and walked toward the railing, then he looked down.

"Other than the Four Great Cornerstones, this world has no other systems of power, all they have is technology. Should I consider joining the government's troops to sell some skills?" He thought about it as though he had returned to his peaceful and relaxing life back on Earth.

There was no danger, even the so-called Four Great Cornerstones were not much of a threat in his eyes. Life continued to move on undisturbed, according to its timeline. There were no sudden twists or turns.

He pulled out his handphone and used the front camera to check himself out.

Red short hair, thick spectacles frames, and a pale, ghastly skin. His blue-white uniform s.h.i.+rt's collar was folded high, covering his neck. His height was just average, and his body was neither too fat nor too thin. He was wearing a pair of unadjusted ordinary leather shoes that were coated with a layer of dust filled with wrinkles, shreds of evidence that indicated that he had been wearing them for a long period of time.

"At first glance, you'd know he's not any more special than any other ordinary kids."

With a heave of sigh, Garen placed his spectacles down. To his surprise, his face was actually pretty good looking. His thin brows nicely complemented his big eyes and sharp nose, his moisturized lips and his glowy skin that had the slightest tinge of hair growing were signs that his body was actually recovering recently.

"Forget about it, that's all. I'll resume training the swordplay I learned earlier.

Garen began regulating and controlling his breathing and his internal secretion softly.

The Energy Machinist Imprint's computing power could provide him a detailed observational data toward his body, and at the same time, provide the most suitable adjustment plan in order to help his body achieve the desired goal in the shortest time possible.

Every inch of his muscles started trembling as the different muscles were fighting against each other, forming a different direction of force in the body. This was an extremely high-end form of training that only powerhouses who were precise about themselves could use.

With the aid of Garen's Martial Art Realm and Energy Machine Imprint, he easily fulfilled the requirements.

His finger started drawing strokes, one after another, in a coherent but cool, decisive manner.

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A week pa.s.sed by in a blink of an eye. Every day was pa.s.sed with the accompaniment of Koslan and Zong Buqin's bickering.

Garen would go up to the balcony to train his swordplay with every free time he had. At his level, it was natural for him to master the essential points in a short period of time, and the entire swordplay only consisted of three stages.

Firstly: Slight knowledge. Reaching mastery of ten thousand and above of different sword skills with high accuracy.

Secondly: Proficient. The ability to use different sword skills to carry out combinations at random to deal with external changes.

Thirdly: Thorough. Completely mastering all sword skills and turning everything into one's own instinct, reflecting sword skill in lightning-like condition.

Garen's own Martial Arts Realm had long surpa.s.sed the third grade of this swordplay, so the only thing he had to do was master all the sword skills and incorporate everything into this body's instincts.

This required a vast amount of repet.i.tive practices. After all, this was a new set of body, not his body from before.

Besides that, he really had to strengthen his body. Also, he had to find a sword, a sword that was suitable for him.

"The power would slowly nourish my body, so I can still buy some herbs and make myself some medicine. I don't know whether the medicine in my memory is suitable or not, but I can always give it a try."

"Meanwhile, regarding the sword problem, I can enroll in the school's unlimited Martial Arts department."