Mystical Journey

Garen was stunned and the passengers around him laughed out loud. Among them, one big-bellied man's reaction was the most exaggerated, with him patting his belly while drinking canned beer.

"Your mom is really strong." He clapped Garen on the shoulders.

Speechlessly stared at him, Garen picked up his luggage and walked towards his compartment. The train was wide so there was not much squeezing and shoving. The air-conditioner was quite cold and with the air blowing from below, sometimes he could get a whiff of smelly feet.

Garen quickly found his compartment according to his ticket but unfortunately, a bald-headed guy was lying on both seats with his shoes off, sleeping soundly.

After putting his luggage on the opposite luggage rack, Garen observed the guy. His face and arms were bulged out, giving him a muscular, tough appearance.

He clapped his hand on the guy's trousers but there was no reaction.

"Here, sit by my side." Opposite the seat were a pair of father and daughter. It looked like the father was sending his daughter to the university. The daughter was about 18 or 19 years old and looked quite timid, while the father wore a blue worker's uniform and had gray hair and a kind face.

He smiled at Garen and gestured towards a space by his daughter.

"Sit here, wait until he wakes up."

"No need." Garen returned his smile.

He clapped the man's legs again, this time with more strength.

"What!?" The man finally woke up and narrowed his eyes looking at Garen.

"You took my space, can you get up for a bit?" Garen asked amicably.

"Can't you sit there?" The bald-headed man asked back, a little irritated.

"There are people sitting there." Garen shook his head. "Will please you get up?"

"Let me sleep for a bit longer after that I'll give you space." The bald-headed man complained. "Young man, you're still young. You need to learn to sympathize with adults like us."

Garen was speechless. This time, he noticed that behind his seat, there were two more of the bald-headed man's companions wearing black sleeveless shirts with bulging muscles and black green snake tattoos on their necks.

One was totally bald and the other's hair was cropped short. Both of them were looking at him.

"Come here, sit with me for a while." Sensing the weird atmosphere, the father pulled Garen to his side.

"When we're outside, let's have some understanding towards people." He smiled kindly at the sleepy bald-headed man. The two guys at the back went back to their chat.

"Thank you, but I prefer my own seat." Garen smiled and pushed off his hands.

Then, he stretched out his hands towards the bald-headed man's collar.

"Don't you dare!"

The two guys at the back suddenly stood up. One of them cocked his eyebrows and his hands went for Garen's shoulders.

Peng Peng!!

Two consecutive kicks. Before they could figure out what happened, they felt an immense pain in their stomach and collapsed wailing.

"Why don't you listen when we're talking? You can only regret when it's too late." Garen lifted the bald-headed man by the collar and punched his stomach. The speed was so fast that before he realized, he had been thrown to his companions.

The three guys curled up while moaning, looking like caught shrimps, who could not even straighten themselves.

For small fries like them, he was lazy to spend more effort on them. Looking at the father and daughter's wary expressions, he put on a smile as warm as the sun.

A beautiful smile washed away the violence he'd displayed just a moment ago.

Soon, two guards arrived and asked a few questions. Garen walked up and stuffed some money into the hands of the guard leader, then the three guys kneeling on the ground were dragged away.

The whole compartment had originally been quiet, but when Garen, the weak-looking beautiful guy had settled the three thugs so easily, the attention of the whole compartment had been attracted to them and everyone was checking out Garen. The originally quiet atmosphere got even quieter.

The father and daughter sitting at the opposite were even more curious.

"Child, those three may have more accomplices. You must pay attention when you get off the train." The gray-haired man worriedly advised him.

"No problem, I handled a lot of this kind of things." Garen grinned, baring his pearl white teeth. In his previous two lives, the creatures that had died in his hands numbered at least eight thousand if not ten thousand, especially in Totem World when he needed to farm Potential points. His hands were dyed with blood.

As for those three, he did not even put the matter to heart.

They did not know why but when they saw Garen's shiny white teeth, they shuddered unconsciously and did not mention the three guys again.

For some time, both sides were silent. Garen sat by the window which was his favorite seat. Originally, it was not his seat but that bald-headed man's, but now that man had no way of using this seat, naturally, it became his.

As for whether those three would come back for him, of course, it was impossible.

The injury that Garen gave them would cause them at least two hours of pain until they were totally powerless. This kind of pain would be memorable for them.

The train continued as normal.

With an elbow on the windowsill, Garen took out a CD player with his other hand, insert a music CD and played it on loop.

A gentle female voice harmonized with the melody and crooned in his ears.

Garen's fingers tapped on the table following the beat of the song. There was no sound of his tapping, as he was only gently tapping.

The girl across him looked at him curiously, while feeling embarrassed. She tried to avert her eyesight but her curiosity was obvious. The girl's looks were normal. Short black hair, dark blue shirt, and black jeans with no makeup and a pair of glasses.

Garen smiled at her. She looked down quickly, her face red.

The time on the train passed by quickly. With nothing to do, Garen took out a novel from his bag and began to read.

Originally, he had been planning to buy a berth ticket but it had sold out early. With all the students going to university, berth tickets were difficult to purchase. He was not some spoiled brat, so he gave in and directly bought an ordinary seat.

Travelling from Feinan to White Card City would take about eight hours, and he would arrive after midnight.

Garen gauged the time. When he arrived, he would be just in time to catch his plane so he did not go to sleep.

Sitting there, he observed the flow of people boarding and alighting from the train.

To his surprise, even after hundreds of people, not one of them was a vampire or other supernatural existences. All of them were ordinary people.

This made him realized how rare the numbers of Blood Breeds were in the human society.

As for witches, he could not recognize them. As long as they did not display their powers, they would be the same as any other ordinary person going about their daily lives like working and studying.

Since there was nothing worth paying his attention to, Garen went back to reading his novel. It was rare for him to have such leisure time. Whether he was in Secret Technique World or Totem World, he was always facing challenges and there was not a moment for him to rest. Here, secret techniques could not be practiced excessively. He could only do whatever he felt like in his spare time, and there was a lot of it.

When he was bored, he also thought of the conflict between Arisa sisters and the Primary Colors organization. Ever since the time that bald mercenary had come, he'd covered up the information of both the sisters using some unknown means and now after several years, not even one mercenary had come to kill them.

However, as Isaros' little sister, Arisa grew up, the strange aura that was emitted by her body thickened, and felt even more similar to an aged planet.

He had a hunch that maybe Arisa was the key person behind all these incidents.

For now, all this had nothing to do with him, as he only needed to focus on university and find more things similar to Black Wood Cross.

After the bald mercenary and his wife had left Primary Colors, they'd set up their own mercenary corps. Every member had Garen's approval and learned Shooting Shadow Secret Skill.

The members were originally very talented. Now that they had the Shooting Skill, they were like tigers which have grown wings and were comparable to those high-leveled specialized mercenaries.

Lately, they'd become popular in the specialized talents' circle and even received a nickname, Nighthawk.

Sniper elites with the Shooting Shadow Secret Skill, now they became top killers. Last year in Africa, they achieved noticeably remarkable results and became the top three headhunting mercenary corps which placed them among the top ranking in mercenary circles.

Garen gradually improved the Shooting Shadow Secret Skill and greatly reduced the side effects but the improved version only existed in his hand and was not handed out.

Although to him, this skill was only some plaything.

To others, this was one of the top killing techniques.

As a creator, he had to be as clear as possible on the value of the resources in his hands, using the least cost to obtain the highest profit. This was a principle that Garen had always abided by.

After all, a person could not always get what they wanted anytime and anywhere. Having this habit would help in making the most out of every situation.

All this time while he was deep in thoughts, Garen did not let up on observing the people for any hidden Vampires or Blood Breeds. Apparently, their numbers were very small compared to the humans.

Eight hours of time passed by, and the father and daughter opposite him were still watching a movie on their MP4. The train finally arrived at the White Card City.

Garen took off his earphones, put away his low-powered CD player and smiled at the duo. Taking his bag from the opposite luggage rack, Garen smoothly disembarked at White Card City.

The time was after midnight.

After getting off the train, the air outside was chilly.

The train station was empty except for the passengers that had just alighted and were headed towards the underpass. He could vaguely hear the sound of another train at a distance.

Garen exhaled through his mouth and saw that his breath was white.

He grabbed his bag and calmly headed for the underpass.

The white cement floor, the bright billboard and the voice of a woman announcing the arrival of a train.

All of it looked very normal as if after leaving Grano, the outside was just a world without any anomalies.

No Blood Breeds, no Witches, and no extraordinary powers. It was just a normal world.