Free Web NovelChapter 40: 40. Nebula (II)
Meanwhile, several miles away from them, a pair of silver eyes glowed.
"What the f*ck..." their owner cursed, his voice echoing through the acoustics of the cave where he lay.
Dimly lit and humid, the only thing visible; his silhouette and silver eyes.
"How did he locate us..."
He sat up abruptly, pupils dilating in confusion.
Trying hard to understand how they had been found.
Their Black Galaxy Cloaks were enchanted by dwarven runes, artefacts specifically designed to conceal the wearer’s presence.
Even 6th Resonance mages would struggle to detect them.
Made from the scales of the Aether Dragon.
A transcendent being that lived outside the laws of the world.
Unlike most creatures, it had no elemental affinity, but an affinity to mana itself.
Unless it revealed itself, no one could determine its location.
Yet somehow, a supposed zero resonance mage had pinpointed their location, and so easily.
"How?" The silver-eyed Nebula rubbed his temples.
The mission failed because their location was exposed. If not for his life-saving artefact, he would have died.
Unlike the other two, his didn’t involve an explosion.
The legendary-grade artefact, Soul Transfer Vessel.
The moment its owner died, their soul would be transferred into the artefact.
A prepared body, awaiting the soul of its master after his demise.
As the master ages, so does it, the only supposed downside to the artefact.
One couldn’t escape old age with it.
Apart from that, it basically had no other downsides.
No side effects, no reduction in talent.
A second life purchased with enough gold to bankrupt most kingdoms.
He was one of their elite after all.
The organization wasn’t stingy when it came to treating their employees, not to mention the commission from each job.
"The boss is going to chew my ear off..." he groaned.
He sat up reluctantly, head drooped, his hands brushing through his hair in frustration.
What would the client say, what would the boss say?
He had wasted a legendary artefact, died so easily it felt he was a cannon fodder in someone’s novel.
"I have to make the report first." He could only sigh, forcing himself up.
With heavy steps, he walked out of the cave, the sun at its apex welcoming his new birth with scorching radiance, forcing him to squint. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
The heat bathed his whole body, as he was naked.
His features the same as his old body, a lean muscular physique.
His silver hair even had the undercut bowl cut he had recently.
Everything, to a helix strand of DNA, matched his original body.
At any other time, he would have checked his body, but the sun reminded him of his failure.
The heat, sizzling and burning his naked body.
For a brief moment, he shivered, remembering the moment of his death.
Though almost instantaneous, he felt the brief but agonizing pain as the lightning flashed through his body.
"What a monster..." His eyes grew solemn as he remembered his dead comrades. "Rest in peace, Thalor and Nerion."
He said a small prayer for them before flying out of the vicinity, headed for their headquarters.
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Several hours later, he arrived in Dominus, clothed in a gambeson he found on a dead warrior’s corpse.
The war was still going on, after all.
The city seemed to be unaware of the war plaguing its surroundings.
The City of Gold stood untouched by the corrupt hands of war.
Streets bustled with pedestrians, hawkers selling their wares, the Golden Knights clad in their light armour patrolling as usual.
People moved about casually, most, if not all, in the city affluent.
The silver-eyed man walked among the bustling crowd. He stopped in front of a timber-framed house, one of the many houses lined across the streets, a shop selling silverware.
He stood there for a couple of seconds, hesitant to walk in.
But eventually, he walked in.
The receptionist noticed him, but only gave him a glance.
He walked around the shelves of silverware, stopping by a very plain plate.
"He will understand if I explain myself, right?" He pressed his hand on it, allowing his mana to flow through it.
The plate glowed a blackish-grey hue, the shelves underneath parting to show rows of descending staircases. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
"Huuu!! Huuu!! Huuu!!" He breathed rhythmically, trying to control his nerves.
Cold sweat soaked the gambeson he wore as he descended the staircase, the opening closing behind him, a light a several metres away from where he stood.
The closer he got, the more anxious he became.
"Boss, I wasn’t careless, I swear..." he began practicing his excuse, absent-mindedly walking into the opening at the end of the tunnel.
It opened to a narrow rock bridge, leading to a grandiose Neo-Gothic structure.
An upside-down behemoth of a castle, holding about fifty storeys, an architecture that could not be found anywhere on the surface.
It had the air of an ancient palace of a long forgotten age.
The light earlier radiated from the numerous sunstones underneath the tower.
Giving the illusion it had its own sun.
The silver-eyed assassin walked absent-mindedly into the grand building, entering the first.
The reception hall.
Several pillars linked the roof to the floor, lined with silver ruins to constantly provide air.
The receptionist screamed luxury and mystery, holding several paintings of feats accomplished by nebula.
In the painting, the majestic of them all was of a crimson haired youth holding the head of a giant serpent more than half his body.
The head of a young Jörmungandr.
Several people sat waiting in the lounge, chatting away the time.
A few were dressed in the Black Galaxy attire, most in their own uniforms.
Some dressed as adventurers, a few well-dressed, probably clients of Nebula.
He didn’t even glance their way, not that they were looking his way either.
He arrived at the reception counter.
"Em..."
"The Patriarch has called for you. Take this teleportation crystal." The brown-haired receptionist passed him the purple crystal before he could finish his sentence.
It seemed the boss was aware of his failure.
"Wait, a teleportation crystal..." he asked confusedly.
His division leader wasn’t that far down the castle. He could take the stairs or even an elevator.
The only place that might need a teleportation crystal to get to was the Founder’s office, at the very end of the castle.
The Supreme Mage of Earth, the being who created Nebula and built the whole underground building on his own.
"The... the Founder?..."
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