Mystical Journey
chapter-882

Garen walked out the door. He saw that Milo and Nehri were covered in injuries but his face remained expressionless. He just calmly found Hill the smart hub, asked about something, then strode out of the living room door and walked towards the door.

"Be careful! There are people guarding outside!" Milo saw an unsuspecting Garen heading out and quickly shouted to him kindly. "There are a lot of people out there guarding and waiting for us to go out!" his face was red from embarrassment, having to admit that those people were all here because of them.

Since they could be easily bullied and robbed, this had caught the attention of more and more people. Everyone wanted to come and have a share.

Nonosiva was also a newcomer. If he was robbed due to their own affairs, Milo would feel very guilty.

"I'm not the same as you," Garen said without looking back.

Stepping out of the door, when his footsteps had just landed on the ground of the street, a group of vicious-looking students came up from both sides of the villa and encircled him.

None of these students had the elite temperament that they once had when there were selected to enter the Inner Courtyard. They had been completely transformed by the brutal competition system of the Inner Courtyard.

"You guys... are obstructive!" Garen looked around and roughly estimated the level of the people here. There were fifteen people in total, a mix of males and females, but the most powerful force field was only of Level Three.

"Boy, what are you talking about?! We do remember the old students of this villa. With this face of yours, you still want to pose as an old man and scare us? Wake up!" a fat woman with a scar on her face sneered.

"Hand over your quest points and your Universal Units!"

"Don't make us use our fists!"

A group of people snickered.

Milo saw this scene from the living room and instantly felt anxious. He wanted to rush out to save the man but was suddenly held back by a big hand. Looking back, it was big sister Galafil.

"Senior sister, you!"

"Don't be noisy! That new student is not a rookie like you," Galafil looked solemnly at the back of Garen. "Watch closely. Even as a newcomer, what a great difference there is between you two. If you want revenge, there is still a long way to go!"

Milo was stunned.

Boom!!

At this instant, a frantic storm suddenly rolled across the outside of the villa. When he turned his head around to look again, there was only Nono left. He was holding a person's head with one hand and dangling him in the air with that person hitting his arm frantically.

Bang!

The man was randomly thrown out by Nono and slammed into a hovering car that just happened to be driving past on the road. The hovering car diverted violently and almost caused a car accident. The owner of the car did not even dare to let out a fart. He made a turn and quickly accelerated to leave. The man rolled down and laid on his back. All the passing vehicles went around him. He seemed to have fainted.

Most of the people from the group who had previously surrounded Nono were seriously injured and unconscious; some had broken arms, some their ribs had collapsed and some had warped thighs, but most of them were bleeding from their nostrils and mouth. Just by one look, one could tell that those serious injuries were directly caused by powerful Willpower.

"All of them were injured by Willpower, and the technique was very precise. There is no one dead, but without recuperating for ten days up to half a month, they shouldn't even think of getting out of bed. Tsk tsk… how vicious," Galafil sighed.

"So... so strong!" Milo's jaw dropped wide open.

"Super..." Nehri clutched Milo's arm tightly; even when her nails were about to leave marks on it, the two did not notice.

"That guy... has actually helped you cleaned up your mess," Galafil shook her head. "I was thinking of letting you guys have more training."

Milos lowered his head, feeling slightly ashamed. He had originally thought that senior sister completely did not care about them.

"Why... He is also a newcomer, why is he so much better than us...!"

"Yeah, similarly a newcomer, but why? Think about it." Galafil turned and returned to her room, leaving Milo and Nehri to their own thoughts.

When they looked up again, Nonosiva was no longer visible outside the door.

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Inner Courtyard Library No.1

A bustling crowd was continuously going up and down the hundreds of stone steps in the library. Everyone was unconsciously keeping a safe distance from others. Though the steps seemed wide, the people behind would rather wait for others to go first, unwilling to get too close together.

There were pairs of black humanoid statues on each side of the steps at every interval of a certain distance.

Garen wore a newly-bought black trench coat and his whole body was thoroughly covered up. He was standing behind a statue of a woman holding a harp, singing with her head down. This suit of clothes had cost him all of his remaining Universal Units. Everything in his account had been spent on these clothes.

It seemed to be just ordinary clothing, but it was a powerful body-fitting armor material with Level Two defense. The most important function was that it could cut off all careful force field detection and search that were below Inherited level so that others could not figure out his level of Willpower.

Even for Inherited level, the salesperson vowed that it would still provide a certain concealment effect. However, according to Garen's own deduction using an instrument, the most conservative estimation of dealing with Inherited-level Willpower was that its concealing effect would be useful if the other party scanned on a large scale. But, if they paid a little attention, then it would be of no use.

Having suffered such a big loss, he did not feel happy as he did not test it out before leaving.

Pilots and Secret Technique practitioners were different. Once they were unable to respond, they would just be ordinary people who were more powerful than the average person. Garen's coming here was due to the information obtained from Anda about Fila's recent work and rest schedule. It had cost him about twenty thousand Universal Units, not cheap at all.

Library No. 1 was a key database for the Inner Courtyard to store orbital particle data and they could not be borrowed away. One could only read the information by entering the library area and using the wireless connection to connect to the database. Upon leaving the library, all information would be deleted automatically. There was a number of administrative staff who would be supervising visitors to prevent copying.

Fila had recently been searching for information about orbital particle data and would come here every day.

Garen quietly leaned behind the statue. There were many people like him, and he looked just like one of those students out for revenge and thus was inconspicuous. This kind of scene was everywhere in the Inner Courtyard. Every day, there were people who were waiting to get their revenge.

Beside him was a pair of a young female and male who were smoking cigarettes. The female's hair was multicolored but her face and body shape looked good. She glimpsed over at Garen.

"Hey buddy, are you also looking for someone?" she approached with a casual look.

"Yeah, you guys too?"

Garen smiled, looking gentle.

"My sister was beaten up by someone. This time, I found the guy who did it and purposely came to keep watch," the girl puffed on the cigarette and said bluntly. "Fire Snake, you know him? It was that lad who actually dared to touch my sister."

She was observing Garen's expression out of the corner of her eyes, trying to spot a surprised look from the other party. However, Garen was still smiling plainly and seemed to not know the person Fire Snake at all.

"You don't know Fire Snake?" the boy beside could not help but ask. "Forget it. That person should be reaching soon. Don't talk to him, pay attention. Crewe's people are also here."

Soon, two more males came over and whispered something to that boy, as if discussing something.

A few people took out their ray guns and the atmosphere instantly became tense. The ray guns had a destructive power of Level One. There would not be a problem dealing with ordinary Level One armor and Willpower Level Three students.

Garen took two steps back and gave the crowd enough space. He watched them preparing their weapons, sharp knives, firearms and even a single laser cannon with Level Two power.

This group of people looked like they were ready for war. Using these weapons to deal with Level Four Willpower would not be a problem too. That single laser cannon could completely penetrate the Willpower field formed by Level Four Willpower. The Willpower field was something that could be stimulated individually, but to stimulate it while driving the Mech, that would need Level Five Willpower.

Garen shook his head slightly. This time, he was also well prepared. In order to cope with the Fila's possible tricks, he had spent millions and even tens of millions of Universal Units. He had also robbed more than a dozen people and used their quest points to buy some decent equipment.

Looking at these people in an undisguised manner, it was obvious that they did not intend to keep it a secret. The other party probably also knew that they would be keeping watch outside.

Just then, a slender and capable figure finally walked out the door of Library No.1.

Fila was in a black tight-fitting outfit and was still wearing a short cloak behind him. The weird thing was that he actually had four eyebrows. There was a pair of long, red eyebrows growing on top of the two eyebrows of an average person.

Behind him were three people who seemed to be bodyguards. Each was emanating the fluctuation of Willpower fields.

The group walked out of the library. All the passers-by around made way and did not dare to be too close to the group of people.

"It's Fila!"

"Fila who ranks top five. Tsk tsk. I heard that he was challenged by Reyla, who ranks at ninth place, today. They should be going to the battleground now," a group of people who were keeping watch beside Garen discussed in whispers.

"Britney personally entered the Inner Courtyard some time ago and talked with Fila for more than ten minutes. Don't know if it'll have any impact on the North District."

"Who knows? If whatever that was discussed by the top-levels could be randomly guessed by us, it would be peculiar."

A group of people discussed in low voices.

The multicolored-haired girl sighed as she listened to the group's frivolous chat. Unwilling to say much, she was bored and shifted her gaze back to her side.

"!!!"

Garen was assembling a single combined missile silo here!

A six-meter tall missile silo was almost completely assembled by this guy! And the direction of the aim...

The girl looked back and immediately felt her heart slowed down by half a beat. It was aiming at Fila's group!

"You, you, you, you, you!!!!" she pointed to Garen and for a moment, she could not even speak clearly.

In an instant, she saw Garen taking out one thing after another from underneath his clothes.

High-powered explosives, a high-energy radiation gun, disposable biochemical acid bombs, an orbital field generator that was at least Level Five power and worth ten million! This terrifying range of weapons, with the lethality of minimum Level Four, was casually brought out by Garen.

The other people here were suddenly attracted by the things laid out by Garen. They were all dumbfounded.

These things, without tens of millions of Universal Units and hundreds of quest points, were nearly impossible to acquire.

Using tens of millions of Universal Units to smash someone...

If these things were to be used outside, they could destroy more than half of the city!