"You can heal yourself and leave. We don't owe each other anything," Garon replied calmly. "I'm only helping you because you saved me before."
"That's different. I didn't completely save you back then, so I still owe you a favor," Number Six was very serious about this.
"Think whatever you want." Garon turned to look at Sinno. "But if you really feel that you owe me a favor, then help me train this child. Although she doesn't have Willpower talent, her willpower and battle instincts are very outstanding."
Number Six heard this and looked at Sinno carefully for the first time. "This is your request? If I train her, it'll be considered as returning the favor? "
"Yes," Garon nodded in affirmation.
"Without Willpower talent … It's indeed a little difficult. But as long as it's not a completely isolated body, the so-called lack of talent is just a facade. Normal people can't do it, but it doesn't mean that we Inherited Levels can't," Number Six said proudly. "Within five years, I'll have her walk the path of Willpower."
When he said this, not only was Sinno stunned, even Garon was slightly surprised. To be able to say this with such certainty, it meant that Sinno definitely had hope of breaking through the limit and becoming a true Willpower practitioner!
"I … I can really …!!??" Sinno stood up excitedly. She had been silent all this while, but now her face was flushed red and she was unusually excited.
"If I say you can, then you can!" Number Six replied calmly. "You don't have to doubt it. Just follow my instructions and I guarantee that you'll break through the limit within five years."
"Alright then, it's a deal." Garon smiled slightly. Compared to having him modify and transplant mutated organs, this path was naturally more suitable for Sinno. He was also happy for this strong girl. Moreover, after arranging this little girl, he could enter the Central Metropolis to study with peace of mind.
*****
A few days later …
Energy Machinist Region, Follower Registration Tower.
The towering black tower was surrounded by faint white clouds, and above it was a light blue shield. Outside the shield, there was a large flock of countless birds.
There were people coming in and out of the tower. At this time, on the second floor of the tower, the exit registration area.
In front of the black wooden table, a few Energy Machinists were standing in front of the table, using their fingers as pens to write their departure time on the virtual screen in front of them, as well as the approximate duration of their followers' stay.
Garon quickly wrote down the duration of his follower's stay on the screen. It was about a hundred years. The free stay here was ten years. After that, he would have to pay ten crystals every ten years, which was equivalent to rent.
However, even though they didn't expect that there would be rent here, the two hundred crystal stones left for Sixth and Seventh were enough for them to spend.
In the end, Garon took out his black key and stamped it at the end of the registration document.
With a buzzing sound, the imprint of a key was left on the light screen, and a complicated wolf-shaped pattern faintly appeared on it.
As for the contact location, Garon wrote down the City of Nagadako.
"Brother, are you going to the City of Nagadako too?" A familiar voice came from the side.
Garen turned to the side to take a look. It was that chubby little fatty. He didn't know when he came over, but there was also a white light screen floating in front of him. It was also filled with the words' City of Nagadako '.
"It's a paradise to learn the skills of the modified people. I'm very interested in modifying myself, so of course I want to go there." Garon nodded. "What about you?"
"My house is there. I'm going back to my hometown." The little fatty scratched his head. He had changed into an exquisite red robe, and there were seven or eight gold, silver, and jade rings on his fingers. He looked a little like a nouveau riche. His yellow hair was braided into many small braids, and the top of his head was bald without any hair.
"Let me tell you, is this your first time going to the City of Nagadako?"
"Yes."
"Then don't forget to take a look at the Star Core Plaza!" The little fatty licked his lips.
"Star Core Plaza?"
"That place has a stone tablet left behind by the top Regent Level. There's also the Nilan Tree left behind by the only Milky Way Empress in the Imperial District. The selection plaza under the Nilan Tree is specially used to select low-level Energy Machinist talents in the main city. There's an endless stream of people who participate. There are many sect members stationed there all year round. If you want to get the most formal and orthodox Energy Machinist education, you have to join a sect. "The little fatty explained in a low voice.
"Have to?" Garon was slightly confused. "I've checked the information on the intranet. The City of Nagadako should have paid libraries and tutors, right?"
"Of course, but those Energy Machinists who learn freely can't be faster than the sect's training. And the most important thing is that only sects have the two most important resources." The little fatty said mysteriously.
"What resources?" An Energy Machinist who was filling in a form at the side came over, looking very interested. Obviously, the things that the little fatty said were not things that normal people would understand.
"That's the Star Core and its accompanying secret technique!" The little fatty laughed.
"Star Core and its accompanying secret technique?" It was Garon's first time hearing about these two things.
"Normal people don't know why most of the Energy Machinists in sects have their own powerful abilities. And whether it's their own combat power or their cannon fodder combat power, they're far superior to normal Energy Machinists. Even one against three is easy. Among them, the secret technique is the key. "
"Then what about the Star Core?" The Energy Machinist at the side frowned and asked in a low voice.
"Star Core? That's a necessity to enter the Inherited Level. " The little fatty raised his finger and shook it. "Without this, no matter how talented you are, you can't enter the Inherited Level of Energy Machinists. This is a natural resource that's only in the hands of sects. And for normal civilian Energy Machinists, if they want to enter the Inherited Level, there's only one way, and that's to join a sect. "
He reached out and patted Garon's shoulder.
"Brother, look at your 'I'm so young' face. Go to the Executor Network and do some research."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left slowly. The form in front of him had already been filled up.
The Energy Machinist who also looked like he didn't know anything exchanged glances with Garon. Both of them obviously decided to go to the Executor Network to search for relevant information.
After Garon returned from the Registration Tower, he didn't return to the bunker. Instead, he went straight into the special ability space.
Finally, there was a reply to the message he sent to Celine through the special ability space. Everything was fine on Celine's side. The main family thought that her abilities were improving day by day, so they took her away from the Blackboard Region in advance to avoid the chaos that followed. Nono's parents and sister were also taken away by Celine using her authority to avoid the chaos of the war in the Blackboard Region. It was a blessing in disguise.
Garon quickly replied a letter and told her his whereabouts. At the same time, he also told her that he was about to go to the City of Nagadako.
Then, he sorted out his various preparations.
He still had a hundred crystals on him. His Living Secret Technique couldn't be upgraded without the Red Peacock Stone, so he put it aside for the time being. His Energy Machinist level still needed a long time to reach Level Four, so there was no hope in the short term. Now, the only thing that made him stronger than other Energy Machinists was his close combat and the strengthening of imprinted creatures by the Distorted Seed.
Garon could use the Distorted Seed to strengthen the same kind of creature to three times its original strength. Everything else about him was similar to the average Energy Machinist of the same level. He was even inferior to many rich Energy Machinists. However, a normal cannon fodder creature strengthened by three times was enough to upgrade to an elite creature that could only be produced by the experimental platform. This would give him a huge advantage. If he used it well, he should be able to quickly accumulate a large amount of resources.
After listening to the little fatty's suggestion, Garon went to the website called the Executor Network. The main business on it was assassin missions and intelligence missions. It was very easy to go through the Energy Machinist's intranet, but it was not possible to go through the external network. There was a lot of information on it. Garon bought some things that he needed. The cost was not high, only a dozen crystals.
Everything was ready. There were no more worries for the time being. Garon directly sent a message to Mincar.
More than ten minutes later …
In front of the pure white light door, Mincar crossed his arms and stretched them into his wide sleeves. He stood quietly and looked at Garon.
"You've prepared everything?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
"When you go there, you have a few ways. The first is to participate in the selection competition and find a chance to join the sect. However, this is too early for you now. The second is to find a place to work first and earn living expenses. The cost of living in the big city is very high. You have to be mentally prepared. Moreover, once you go, it won't be so easy to come back, "Mincar reminded.
"I understand," Garon nodded. He had to go. If he continued to hang around here, he might not be able to recover his original Level Five peak strength even after a few years. If he did not go to a big place, he would not have more resources. It would be wishful thinking to kill the Seventh Divine Wind General and Fila.
"Then, I wish you all the best," Mincar finally whispered. He stepped aside and gently took out a pink crystal in his hand. He gently threw it into the white light door.
Boom!!
An intense white light swarmed out and turned into an illusory white shadow. It gently embraced Garon who was in front of the door.
*****
In space, on the surface of a barren pale yellow planet.
Tall brownish-yellow volcanoes stood on the planet's surface. These volcanoes all had a metallic luster and were thin and thin. The top of the volcano was constantly shooting up pure white light beams into the sky like white pillars.
On the ground between the densely packed volcanoes, large brownish-yellow buildings were like messy piles of goods. They were scattered without any pattern. Some tall buildings with square pillars stood tall. There were also many buildings with scythe-shaped roofs that were sparsely distributed. At the same time, there were flying ships of different sizes floating up and down in the sky. Some were sailing slowly.
In the entire city, there were flashing white light spots everywhere. Every time a light spot lit up, a person would disappear or appear.
A large number of people poured out from the landing flying ships. Some also walked out from the elevators at the bottom of the volcano. As soon as they came out, they were swarmed by a large number of taxi drivers waiting on the streets. Each of them then went into a different vehicle.
On the spacious pale yellow road, the cars carrying passengers levitated and flew away. New taxis continued to fill in and unload the passengers who were about to leave.
At the bottom of one of the metal volcanoes, inside the huge yellow arched door, a large wave of new arrivals poured out from the black door that was like a water curtain.
These arrivals were dressed differently. They looked like a large group of extras who had not yet changed their clothes and were walking together. Among them, there were rich businessmen, students, workers, soldiers, officers, and some who looked like housewives. There were even some who looked like beggars.
On the left side of the crowd near the door, there was a young man with a strong body. He was wearing a white pilot's tight suit and had shoulder-length black hair. His eyes were constantly looking around carefully, observing the surrounding situation.
His hair covered most of his face. He looked slovenly. As he walked forward with the crowd, he was quickly targeted by a taxi driver.
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