Mystical Journey

These pilots were like superpowers that were physically weak; or like mages, who were powerful when they were fully prepared, but once they were caught off guard, the previous scene would occur. Reagan could not even react and was killed with one blow in a split second.

Their bodies did not have the protection of energy field. Without gene enhancement, they could not even match some of those trained musclemen.

“In that case, maybe Fila should also be the same case. Perhaps I can go and see if there is a chance to move in,” Garen assessed.

The biggest weakness of pilots was that they could not maintain their state of strength at all times like Secret Technique practitioners. Their Willpower was equivalent to the bullets in a pistol that had to be reloaded after opening fire. Therefore, they would not be in a state of preparedness at all times because this kind of state would exhaust Willpower.

In this way, they were not that powerful in their usual daily state. When faced with threats that they could not respond in time to, it would likely be the end of them.

Walking out of the parking lot, Garen looked up at the artificial sun. The sun, which was surrounded by silver halos, was shining unceasingly with its great brilliancy.

He had found the best way to deal with pilots, which was close-range attacks. When the opponent did not even have a chance to react with their Willpower, he would be able to hit them hard.

Pilots without the protection of Willpower Field were, at best, slightly stronger than ordinary people.

They were not like Secret Technique practitioners, who would always have a robust physique defense on par with their own strength.

“Freeze!” suddenly, a man’s voice shouted from behind.

Garen did not care. Yet, he felt a sudden cold at his back and immediately bowed his head. He mustered his Willpower and reached out his hand above his head, making a grabbing movement.

A hard and sharp feeling instantly reached his fingertips and Garen retracted his fingers in the nick of time but was still scraped a little.

Only then did he saw clearly what was passing over his head.

It was a mechanical bee the size of a fist. The bees were made of silvery-white metal while the wings behind were of non-metal materials that were vibrating at high speed. Some parts of the body were even covered with some kind of flesh and blood, giving the impression of a fusion of mechanical and biochemical science and technology.

Garen looked at his fingers and a layer of skin had been broken unknowingly. Blood was vaguely seen.

“I told you to freeze!” the man’s voice rang again.

Garen turned around. He actually completely ignored the mechanical bees that were still flying in mid-air but looked directly at the man in a white shirt who was coming after him.

This man was the man who had just entered the parking lot.

His face clouded over and there was an identical mechanical bee hovering around him.

“Daring to murder in the Administrative Bureau, you sure are bold!”

Garen felt that it was strange that he did not feel any Willpower of aggressive nature on the other party. There was only a layer of protective film like a protective cover overlying the person.

“What murder? No idea what you’re talking about, friend,” Garen shrugged innocently. “You may have a mouth but you wouldn’t want to simply frame a good person.”

“Whether it’s framing or not, we’ll know for sure once you follow me back to the Administrative Bureau!” the man’s voice had not faded out.

Garen then felt a strong rush of wind at the back of his head. Without looking back, he lowered his head, stomped the floor and leaped backward like a compressed spring, drawing out a perfect arc. The oncoming bees rushed past him and before they could even respond, he had disappeared around the corner in just a few steps.

“What a terrific skill!” when the white-shirt man saw this scene, his face expression immediately turned serious. “Even the mechanical bees with Level Three speed couldn’t catch up with him…” his eyes flickered. He decided not to get involved in this matter. The opponent this time was not an average person. This response was purely that of a veteran killer, and not someone to mess around with.

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Sprinting on the edge of the street, Garen did not sense any tracking behind him. He gradually slowed down and quickly returned to the same posture as the average shopping person, looking left and right.

Although the inner courtyard was very chaotic, there were not many who would strike openly on some of the monitored streets. In many places, once someone began an assault, there would be people who would come over to maintain order. These people who maintained order were not from the Administrative Bureau. Instead, some of them looked like students, obviously the managing gang of the area here.

Whenever an assault occurred, it was natural for the gang and manager of the site to be responsible for the aftermath.

There was no good or evil here, no compassion nor mercy.

As Garen strolled along, he had seen a lot of that. A pure and beautiful young girl with two watery eyes had been lured into the alley by several bad students. After half a minute, it was the shrieking of the few bad students that was heard instead.

Several lovely girls who looked like they were going shopping were quarreling with someone at the entrance of a shop. One of the girls was hot-tempered and she slapped a seemingly strong-looking bald man. Both of his arms were fractured as his whole person flew more than ten meters away.

Of course, not all cases were of this contrast. But throughout the way, all of those people who dared to shop on the streets was not someone to be messed with. They either had powerful capabilities or they had at least some objects for body protection on them.

The inner courtyard was always in chaos. There was no difference even in those street areas that had people in charge of them.

Robbery, fighting, revenge, high-energy gunfire, semi-mechanized armor brawls and small-sized spacecraft chasing battles; for people who were generally weaker without special means, even walking on the street was an extremely absurd thing.

Garen had nearly been affected several times. The horrific strength of thermal weapons was something that even he did not want to experience himself.

As he carefully rushed back, he began to think about the means used by the man he had just met.

At the same time, he quickly checked on his wristwatch, which could connect to the inner courtyard network here and access tons of information that could not be found in the outside world.

Soon, a job other than pilot appeared in front of Garen.

‘Energy machinist — a powerful career that uses various biochemical technology and mechanical intelligence to create bodyguards, tools, experimental platforms, and more. One needs a special kind of Willpower and mastery over a lot of professional knowledge, which is divided into many schools. There are energy machinists who focus their research on warfare and there are the scientific kinds of energy machinists who research on drugs.’

“Energy machinist?” Garen suddenly recalled the Glowing Radiance Training Method, the kind that did not have any combat power. That had been seen during the trade with the Honorable Noble.

“Wasn’t biochemical modulation technology eliminated many years ago? How is it that the inner courtyard actually has energy machinists, such talents who could master biochemical machinery?”

He was slightly curious and continued to inquire.

‘Energy machinists differs from modulation engineers, who used biochemical pools in the ancient times. They mainly rely on mechanical intelligence and used biochemical technology as a supplement. This has a lot of advantages over modulation engineers. The biggest point is that they can have their own research platform and use it to synthesize many materials and components which are needed for high-end Mechs. It can accelerate the repair and treatment of high-end Mechs, improve technology and strengthen their power and other comprehensive maintenance.’

‘The numbers of energy machinists in the inner courtyard are extremely few. Often, their own actual combat capabilities are not high but they have a good relationship with many high-end pilots. They are one of the rare talents.’

Garen looked through the data carefully and skimmed through other special rare occupations. He found that besides pilots, there were energy machinists and biochemists, two of the most complex professions. He already had some understanding towards energy machinists. If the role an energy machinist played for the pilot was to concentrate on the maintenance and treatment of the Mech, then the biochemist was responsible for the treatment and maintenance of the pilot.

‘Biochemist — a special occupation based on pharmacy, biochemistry, and virology. Many biochemists advanced from the doctors’ profession. They are mainly responsible for the high-end treatment of injuries, treatment of congenital diseases, intractable diseases and various troublesome illnesses of high-level pilots. Their status is more sublime than that of the energy machinist and their numbers are extremely few.’

There were no other special and rare occupations worthy of attention anymore.

“Energy machinists are responsible for the repair and maintenance of high-end Mechs. That being said, the general maintenance factories are unable to meet the needs of high-end pilots. In this way, an energy machinist would surely master the secrets of many high-end Mechs. Tsk tsk… What a huge network…” Garen was secretly astonished. “With a talent like this, touching him would equate to meddling with an entire interest group.”

“I’m sure biochemists would be similar as well.”

Suddenly, he was moved in his heart. With his biochemistry attainments, it should be a lot easier for him than the average person to become a biochemist.

Plus, the potential points might also be able to help. These two kinds of occupations were more suitable for him to build potential background forces and be the main strategy to buy him time to grow up.

“However, both professions need special training in non-combat Willpower. This is a troublesome condition,” Garen pondered about the solution while walking towards Professor Van Doe’s little villa.

Upon returning to the villa, he approached the smart hub, Hill, right away and asked of the whereabouts of the professor. It was almost time for a lecture. Just a few days after entering the inner courtyard, he had almost forgotten that Professor Van Doe would have a lecture once every five days.

“You’re asking about biochemist and energy machinists? Every student is interested in these two professions. Of course, they’ve all failed,” Hill laughed at him mercilessly. “There are no relevant training methods for biochemists. There are two for energy machinists though. You can choose to buy one and minor in it.”

Sitting on the wooden sofa in the living room on the first floor, Garen sighed with relief.

“What’s the price?”

“I’ll give it to you cheaper. Rounding it up, it is two hundred quest points,” Hill mentioned a random price. This guy was clearly aiming for the two hundred quest points that Garen had just obtained. He could check the account of every student who entered the villa to know how many quest points they have. He really was a profiteer.

“Which two are they?” Garen was not bothered by it. Quest points or whatever, he could go and snatch them if there was not enough. He was never a good person.

“Wow, you really want to buy. But judging by your aptitude, you may be able to do a good job in this energy machinist line. Many genius pilots will choose to minor in this occupation. After all, who is willing to let the secrets of their future high-end Mechs fall into the hands of others? Am I not right? Many of the energy machinists whom I have seen in the inner courtyard have a similar temperament as you.”

“Forget about it, Hill. How many times have you said this to me since the beginning? After coaxing so many people, you’re still trying to coax a new junior!” a woman strode into the living room.

This woman had large bones and was taller than the average person. She looked like a female giant and was more than two meters tall, donning a red dress that contrasted her pale yellow long hair.

Behind the woman were a tender-looking young boy and a young girl. The two were of youthful age, estimated to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. They actually had the symbol of a freshman on their clothes.

“These are the two juniors selected by Teacher this time, Milo and Nehri,” the woman introduced to Garen with a smile, “I’m your senior sister, Galafil, born with giant disease. Don’t mind it.”

Garen smiled and stood up

“I’m Nonosiva. You guys can just call me Nono,” he got up and the left-over bloody smell from the earlier murder instantly diffused. Galafil squinted her eyes a little.

This guy… was not a simple character…

Gallafil had originally thought that this junior, just like the others, needed some guidance before daring to lead a normal life in the inner courtyard. She did not expect this guy to be someone not of good nature as well.

The two freshmen, Milo and Nehri, had a sense of closeness as they looked at Garen. Apparently, their similar identities as newcomers naturally narrowed their distance in between.

Milo was the little boy. He was going to try to talk to Nono but was slightly pulled back by Senior Sister.