Chapter 254
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"Well, it looks like we can't avoid this talk.", he exclaimed with a bitter smile. He glanced at the youth who didn't take long to answer him.
"You bet we're not avoiding this.", he exclaimed as part of aura was infused in his speech. "I've had many questions, and I hope you won't leave them unanswered, mister chairman.", he added before he stopped for a second.
A bashful expression flashed on his face, and he couldn't hesitate but dryly laugh before pointing toward his clothes.
"Before that, do you mind getting a fresh pair of cloth?", he asked with a polite smile on his face. None of the hidden threat he had been showing the chairman was apparent anymore, and the middle aged couldn't help but relax as he released a silent sigh.
"O-Of course, young hero!", he exclaimed before breaking contact with Fell's piercing gaze and turned his eyes to the desk in front of him. His hand moved, and in an instant, a flash of light appeared in front of the desk, and a holographic screen hangs in front of the dean's eyes.
A serious expression was on his face, and he executed the whole ordeal with a religious manner that couldn't be broken down by anything. He only stopped after finishing his call with a battle maiden. His head turned Fell, and he looked expectantly at the cultivator in front of him, hoping to have eased the tension existing between them.
"I have asked a dependable battle maiden who will take care of your needs, sir. In a short period of time, no longer than five minutes, several pairs of comfortable and solid cloths will be available in your room.", he exclaimed with a smile before adding. "Well, you still have your card, right?", he ended before waiting for an answer.
Fell nodded with a sly smile on his face. He couldn't help but feel that the man in front of him couldn't be trusted. "A true business owner.", he thought before glancing at the ceiling for a split second. "But… is he scared of me?", he asked himself.
"Of scared of what I'm worth for the organization behind this battle center.", he thought before his sight shifted back to the middle-aged man in front of him. A smile appeared on Fell's lips, one void of any of the earlier playfulness, but one of a man that was ready lay his card open.
"Spinters.", he exclaimed as he called the chairman by his name. "What is the modus operandi of a battle center when the city he runs in is attacked?".
"Well, there exist multiple ways, young hero. But if I had to pin it down in one sentence, then…", he exclaimed before falling silent for a few seconds. It was obvious, based on his facial expression, that he was formulating the sentence in his head, threading carefully as to not sell out to many of his own cards.
"He is dangerous!", thought Fell as he noticed the minute details on the chairman's face. "He isn't hiding anything from me at all!", he added as he noticed that the chairman was finally open his lips again.
"It all comes down to the outcomes of the battle in question. Each Battle Center is a tremendous asset to the organization behind us, and sadly, they have been very inclined on to not intruding on people's matter-"
"People's matter?!", Fell stopped him as he gazed at him calmly before making a gesture that showed he was asking him to continue.
"Exactly", continued the chairman. "What the Battle Center can offer is a strong and solid future, with a deep foundation that wouldn't be shaken by space nor time."
Fell quickly caught on what he meant, and couldn't but respond but a slightly fiery tone.
"Offering a future?", he questioned again. "By that, do you mean that the battle center can offer shelter to anyone from New Casablanca?".
"Any player from New Casablanca is offered a chance to survive this ordeal.", he added. "And as the old saying say, with each calamity comes to a blessing.", Spinters continued explaining with a mysterious tone. "By that, I simply mean that the relocation of each player can be different."
It struck Fell like lightning, and he couldn't help but swiftly link up Spinters words with the depressed youth in the entrance. In a competitive world, it all ends up to the ranking — thousands of corpses under the feet of a pair of genius that dominated each generation. Fell swallow the bitter thought he was having and focused back on the man in front of him.
"How can the relocation be done?", asked the youth with a serious expression on his face.
"We have our own means, but do know that each number is counted.", his last words caused a change in Fell's expression, and his grip on the couch couldn't help but tighten for a split second. He nearly tore the leathery couch's surface, and only came back to his senses after a short exhale.
His face paled considerably, and his gaze turned back toward Spinters before opening his lips. "What If we do a deal?", he exclaimed with a determined voice.
Spinters' eyes shone brightly for a split second, and a beaming smile drew itself on his face. In a split second, his posture changed, and the pressure he was releasing couldn't be compared to before.
"Here he is!", thought Fell as he knew that the man in front of him was the real Spinters. "The amiable dean is gone, the man in front of him is his true persona. Sadly, If I want to have the most amount of chance to get what I want, I'll have to accept any term!"
His grin curved into a sly grin, and the dean Spinter opened his lips with piercing eyes. "What do you propose, young hero?", he exclaimed before asking yet another question. "What are young hero's condition?"
"Those are very necessary if we have to make a deal.", he added yet another question. Fell couldn't help but feel himself tighten due to the barrage of questions, but he didn't show anything and continued listening to the man in front of him.
Before long, he inhaled a deep breath, and gazed long at the chairman in front of him before opening his lips. He spoke calmly and took his time to be as clear as possible.
"I want your power of relocation to be used as a last resort escape for the citizen of this city.", he said with determination. His eyes glowed with the fiery resolve, he showed through his body language that he wouldn't change his condition.
A lengthy burst of explosive laughter escaped Spinters throat as his face turned red. It took him a whole minute to gather his composure back, he then opened his lips with neutral tone. "This is quite the greedy terms, young hero.", he added with a clear difference in the tone he used when spelling 'young hero'.
"I'm ready to pay the price.", he added before looking deeply at the chairman's eyes to show him his unwavering determination. "How many life can I save if I give away my whole self!", asked the youth with unprecedented determination.
In the end, he could only end up selling himself to the battle center in the hope of saving the soul of the city. With it's inhabitant alive, even if the city disappeared, its spirit would still be passed down to each generation.
He hadn't been ready to do such a selfless act. And had even doubted if every single one of his hypothesis could have been true, but in the end. It ended with him being right- as Fell was a person who truly wanted to save the city- he couldn't leave without doing his utmost. Words and good intentions couldn't save the city, and in the end, he could only sell his future as a cultivator to the organization behind the battle center.
"You seem quite resolved as I can see.", exclaimed Spinters before adding. "I can say that I like you, and If it was only with my own decision, then I would have saved everyone."
"But the resources used to relocate individuals are necessary assets for the whole organization's life.", he explained with a thoughtful expression that showed he was truly relating with Fell. "And sadly, we can't afford to burn the whole treasure to relocate every citizen."
"Well, does losing a treasure outweigh the gain of winning one, mister Spinters?"— Interrupted Fell with a smile on his face. "Look at my records, and look at what I have accomplished. Make me a favor Spinters, ask your higher-ups, and explain the situation to them."
"What I am offering isn't simply my life, my future, or my soul to the organization.", he exclaimed succinctly. "I'm offering my unwavering intent to turn into one of the strongest stars that exist in this realm!", his voice turned abstruse, and sparks appeared in the air around him. His emotions left his heart in an outburst that turned into a physical phenomenon of his own projection.
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"Well, it looks like we can't avoid this talk.", he exclaimed with a bitter smile. He glanced at the youth who didn't take long to answer him.
"You bet we're not avoiding this.", he exclaimed as part of aura was infused in his speech. "I've had many questions, and I hope you won't leave them unanswered, mister chairman.", he added before he stopped for a second.
A bashful expression flashed on his face, and he couldn't hesitate but dryly laugh before pointing toward his clothes.
"Before that, do you mind getting a fresh pair of cloth?", he asked with a polite smile on his face. None of the hidden threat he had been showing the chairman was apparent anymore, and the middle aged couldn't help but relax as he released a silent sigh.
"O-Of course, young hero!", he exclaimed before breaking contact with Fell's piercing gaze and turned his eyes to the desk in front of him. His hand moved, and in an instant, a flash of light appeared in front of the desk, and a holographic screen hangs in front of the dean's eyes.
A serious expression was on his face, and he executed the whole ordeal with a religious manner that couldn't be broken down by anything. He only stopped after finishing his call with a battle maiden. His head turned Fell, and he looked expectantly at the cultivator in front of him, hoping to have eased the tension existing between them.
"I have asked a dependable battle maiden who will take care of your needs, sir. In a short period of time, no longer than five minutes, several pairs of comfortable and solid cloths will be available in your room.", he exclaimed with a smile before adding. "Well, you still have your card, right?", he ended before waiting for an answer.
Fell nodded with a sly smile on his face. He couldn't help but feel that the man in front of him couldn't be trusted. "A true business owner.", he thought before glancing at the ceiling for a split second. "But… is he scared of me?", he asked himself.
"Of scared of what I'm worth for the organization behind this battle center.", he thought before his sight shifted back to the middle-aged man in front of him. A smile appeared on Fell's lips, one void of any of the earlier playfulness, but one of a man that was ready lay his card open.
"Spinters.", he exclaimed as he called the chairman by his name. "What is the modus operandi of a battle center when the city he runs in is attacked?".
"Well, there exist multiple ways, young hero. But if I had to pin it down in one sentence, then…", he exclaimed before falling silent for a few seconds. It was obvious, based on his facial expression, that he was formulating the sentence in his head, threading carefully as to not sell out to many of his own cards.
"He is dangerous!", thought Fell as he noticed the minute details on the chairman's face. "He isn't hiding anything from me at all!", he added as he noticed that the chairman was finally open his lips again.
"It all comes down to the outcomes of the battle in question. Each Battle Center is a tremendous asset to the organization behind us, and sadly, they have been very inclined on to not intruding on people's matter-"
"People's matter?!", Fell stopped him as he gazed at him calmly before making a gesture that showed he was asking him to continue.
"Exactly", continued the chairman. "What the Battle Center can offer is a strong and solid future, with a deep foundation that wouldn't be shaken by space nor time."
Fell quickly caught on what he meant, and couldn't but respond but a slightly fiery tone.
"Offering a future?", he questioned again. "By that, do you mean that the battle center can offer shelter to anyone from New Casablanca?".
"Any player from New Casablanca is offered a chance to survive this ordeal.", he added. "And as the old saying say, with each calamity comes to a blessing.", Spinters continued explaining with a mysterious tone. "By that, I simply mean that the relocation of each player can be different."
It struck Fell like lightning, and he couldn't help but swiftly link up Spinters words with the depressed youth in the entrance. In a competitive world, it all ends up to the ranking — thousands of corpses under the feet of a pair of genius that dominated each generation. Fell swallow the bitter thought he was having and focused back on the man in front of him.
"How can the relocation be done?", asked the youth with a serious expression on his face.
"We have our own means, but do know that each number is counted.", his last words caused a change in Fell's expression, and his grip on the couch couldn't help but tighten for a split second. He nearly tore the leathery couch's surface, and only came back to his senses after a short exhale.
His face paled considerably, and his gaze turned back toward Spinters before opening his lips. "What If we do a deal?", he exclaimed with a determined voice.
Spinters' eyes shone brightly for a split second, and a beaming smile drew itself on his face. In a split second, his posture changed, and the pressure he was releasing couldn't be compared to before.
"Here he is!", thought Fell as he knew that the man in front of him was the real Spinters. "The amiable dean is gone, the man in front of him is his true persona. Sadly, If I want to have the most amount of chance to get what I want, I'll have to accept any term!"
His grin curved into a sly grin, and the dean Spinter opened his lips with piercing eyes. "What do you propose, young hero?", he exclaimed before asking yet another question. "What are young hero's condition?"
"Those are very necessary if we have to make a deal.", he added yet another question. Fell couldn't help but feel himself tighten due to the barrage of questions, but he didn't show anything and continued listening to the man in front of him.
Before long, he inhaled a deep breath, and gazed long at the chairman in front of him before opening his lips. He spoke calmly and took his time to be as clear as possible.
"I want your power of relocation to be used as a last resort escape for the citizen of this city.", he said with determination. His eyes glowed with the fiery resolve, he showed through his body language that he wouldn't change his condition.
A lengthy burst of explosive laughter escaped Spinters throat as his face turned red. It took him a whole minute to gather his composure back, he then opened his lips with neutral tone. "This is quite the greedy terms, young hero.", he added with a clear difference in the tone he used when spelling 'young hero'.
"I'm ready to pay the price.", he added before looking deeply at the chairman's eyes to show him his unwavering determination. "How many life can I save if I give away my whole self!", asked the youth with unprecedented determination.
In the end, he could only end up selling himself to the battle center in the hope of saving the soul of the city. With it's inhabitant alive, even if the city disappeared, its spirit would still be passed down to each generation.
He hadn't been ready to do such a selfless act. And had even doubted if every single one of his hypothesis could have been true, but in the end. It ended with him being right- as Fell was a person who truly wanted to save the city- he couldn't leave without doing his utmost. Words and good intentions couldn't save the city, and in the end, he could only sell his future as a cultivator to the organization behind the battle center.
"You seem quite resolved as I can see.", exclaimed Spinters before adding. "I can say that I like you, and If it was only with my own decision, then I would have saved everyone."
"But the resources used to relocate individuals are necessary assets for the whole organization's life.", he explained with a thoughtful expression that showed he was truly relating with Fell. "And sadly, we can't afford to burn the whole treasure to relocate every citizen."
"Well, does losing a treasure outweigh the gain of winning one, mister Spinters?"— Interrupted Fell with a smile on his face. "Look at my records, and look at what I have accomplished. Make me a favor Spinters, ask your higher-ups, and explain the situation to them."
"What I am offering isn't simply my life, my future, or my soul to the organization.", he exclaimed succinctly. "I'm offering my unwavering intent to turn into one of the strongest stars that exist in this realm!", his voice turned abstruse, and sparks appeared in the air around him. His emotions left his heart in an outburst that turned into a physical phenomenon of his own projection.
"Well, it looks like we can't avoid this talk.", he exclaimed with a bitter smile. He glanced at the youth who didn't take long to answer him."You bet we're not avoiding this.", he exclaimed as part of aura was infused in his speech. "I've had many questions, and I hope you won't leave them unanswered, mister chairman.", he added before he stopped for a second.A bashful expression flashed on his face, and he couldn't hesitate but dryly laugh before pointing toward his clothes."Before that, do you mind getting a fresh pair of cloth?", he asked with a polite smile on his face. None of the hidden threat he had been showing the chairman was apparent anymore, and the middle aged couldn't help but relax as he released a silent sigh."O-Of course, young hero!", he exclaimed before breaking contact with Fell's piercing gaze and turned his eyes to the desk in front of him. His hand moved, and in an instant, a flash of light appeared in front of the desk, and a holographic screen hangs in front of the dean's eyes.A serious expression was on his face, and he executed the whole ordeal with a religious manner that couldn't be broken down by anything. He only stopped after finishing his call with a battle maiden. His head turned Fell, and he looked expectantly at the cultivator in front of him, hoping to have eased the tension existing between them."I have asked a dependable battle maiden who will take care of your needs, sir. In a short period of time, no longer than five minutes, several pairs of comfortable and solid cloths will be available in your room.", he exclaimed with a smile before adding. "Well, you still have your card, right?", he ended before waiting for an answer.Fell nodded with a sly smile on his face. He couldn't help but feel that the man in front of him couldn't be trusted. "A true business owner.", he thought before glancing at the ceiling for a split second. "But is he scared of me?", he asked himself."Of scared of what I'm worth for the organization behind this battle center.", he thought before his sight shifted back to the middle-aged man in front of him. A smile appeared on Fell's lips, one void of any of the earlier playfulness, but one of a man that was ready lay his card open."Spinters.", he exclaimed as he called the chairman by his name. "What is the modus operandi of a battle center when the city he runs in is attacked?"."Well, there exist multiple ways, young hero. But if I had to pin it down in one sentence, then", he exclaimed before falling silent for a few seconds. It was obvious, based on his facial expression, that he was formulating the sentence in his head, threading carefully as to not sell out to many of his own cards."He is dangerous!", thought Fell as he noticed the minute details on the chairman's face. "He isn't hiding anything from me at all!", he added as he noticed that the chairman was finally open his lips again."It all comes down to the outcomes of the battle in question. Each Battle Center is a tremendous asset to the organization behind us, and sadly, they have been very inclined on to not intruding on people's matter-""People's matter?!", Fell stopped him as he gazed at him calmly before making a gesture that showed he was asking him to continue."Exactly", continued the chairman. "What the Battle Center can offer is a strong and solid future, with a deep foundation that wouldn't be shaken by space nor time."Fell quickly caught on what he meant, and couldn't but respond but a slightly fiery tone."Offering a future?", he questioned again. "By that, do you mean that the battle center can offer shelter to anyone from New Casablanca?"."Any player from New Casablanca is offered a chance to survive this ordeal.", he added. "And as the old saying say, with each calamity comes to a blessing.", Spinters continued explaining with a mysterious tone. "By that, I simply mean that the relocation of each player can be different."It struck Fell like lightning, and he couldn't help but swiftly link up Spinters words with the depressed youth in the entrance. In a competitive world, it all ends up to the ranking thousands of corpses under the feet of a pair of genius that dominated each generation. Fell swallow the bitter thought he was having and focused back on the man in front of him."How can the relocation be done?", asked the youth with a serious expression on his face."We have our own means, but do know that each number is counted.", his last words caused a change in Fell's expression, and his grip on the couch couldn't help but tighten for a split second. He nearly tore the leathery couch's surface, and only came back to his senses after a short exhale.His face paled considerably, and his gaze turned back toward Spinters before opening his lips. "What If we do a deal?", he exclaimed with a determined voice.Spinters' eyes shone brightly for a split second, and a beaming smile drew itself on his face. In a split second, his posture changed, and the pressure he was releasing couldn't be compared to before."Here he is!", thought Fell as he knew that the man in front of him was the real Spinters. "The amiable dean is gone, the man in front of him is his true persona. Sadly, If I want to have the most amount of chance to get what I want, I'll have to accept any term!"His grin curved into a sly grin, and the dean Spinter opened his lips with piercing eyes. "What do you propose, young hero?", he exclaimed before asking yet another question. "What are young hero's condition?""Those are very necessary if we have to make a deal.", he added yet another question. Fell couldn't help but feel himself tighten due to the barrage of questions, but he didn't show anything and continued listening to the man in front of him.Before long, he inhaled a deep breath, and gazed long at the chairman in front of him before opening his lips. He spoke calmly and took his time to be as clear as possible."I want your power of relocation to be used as a last resort escape for the citizen of this city.", he said with determination. His eyes glowed with the fiery resolve, he showed through his body language that he wouldn't change his condition.A lengthy burst of explosive laughter escaped Spinters throat as his face turned red. It took him a whole minute to gather his composure back, he then opened his lips with neutral tone. "This is quite the greedy terms, young hero.", he added with a clear difference in the tone he used when spelling 'young hero'."I'm ready to pay the price.", he added before looking deeply at the chairman's eyes to show him his unwavering determination. "How many life can I save if I give away my whole self!", asked the youth with unprecedented determination.In the end, he could only end up selling himself to the battle center in the hope of saving the soul of the city. With it's inhabitant alive, even if the city disappeared, its spirit would still be passed down to each generation.He hadn't been ready to do such a selfless act. And had even doubted if every single one of his hypothesis could have been true, but in the end. It ended with him being right- as Fell was a person who truly wanted to save the city- he couldn't leave without doing his utmost. Words and good intentions couldn't save the city, and in the end, he could only sell his future as a cultivator to the organization behind the battle center."You seem quite resolved as I can see.", exclaimed Spinters before adding. "I can say that I like you, and If it was only with my own decision, then I would have saved everyone.""But the resources used to relocate individuals are necessary assets for the whole organization's life.", he explained with a thoughtful expression that showed he was truly relating with Fell. "And sadly, we can't afford to burn the whole treasure to relocate every citizen.""Well, does losing a treasure outweigh the gain of winning one, mister Spinters?" Interrupted Fell with a smile on his face. "Look at my records, and look at what I have accomplished. Make me a favor Spinters, ask your higher-ups, and explain the situation to them.""What I am offering isn't simply my life, my future, or my soul to the organization.", he exclaimed succinctly. "I'm offering my unwavering intent to turn into one of the strongest stars that exist in this realm!", his voice turned abstruse, and sparks appeared in the air around him. His emotions left his heart in an outburst that turned into a physical phenomenon of his own projection.
