"Yes. What's the matter, Camilla?"

A soul-shaking, enchanting voice echoed from the other end.

Camilla smiled as she spoke. "What is my lady Violet doing?"

"Nothing… just taking a shower," the other party answered smoothly, her tone laced with amusement—enough to ignite the steaming imagination of anyone who heard it.

"Oh, so you're enjoying yourself," Camilla pouted like a child. "And here I was, doing the investigation you asked me to. All alone."

If anyone had witnessed her current behavior, they would have doubted whether they were seeing the real Golden Shield.

The Camilla they had seen earlier was strong, composed, and intimidating. But this one was completely different.

But those who knew Camilla well, were aware that this softer, playful side of her was reserved for one person only: Curse Monarch Violetta.

"Ohh…" The other party's tone held intrigue.

"So, what have you found about the boy that Kierra recommended? Is he truly special, or just another waste?" Her tone echoed like that of a merciless queen.

Camilla grinned. "Not a complete waste. He's somewhat special, just as your little sister claimed. But I don't know what it is. I think he has a special class. And he passed with flying colors, just like those Red Talents," she reported truthfully.

"Hm..Unknown magic… and a special class?" Violetta mused. "That sounds interesting. Bring me that little fella's footage. I'd love to see it—"

"Ughh…"

Suddenly, a painful groan came from the other end of the call.

Camilla heard it clearly, and her expression shifted instantly.

"What's wrong? Is it acting up again?" she asked with great concern.

"Sigh..Yes. Let's talk when you come back…"

Beep!

The call was cut off.

Camilla lowered the phone, tension settling in her chest.

She had to leave immediately.

--

Outside, the trio found a lift that was now fully functional.

As they stepped inside, Raizel pressed the button for the ground floor before glancing at Navarna with a frown.

"Hey, Navarna, would you care to explain why you thought attacking me was a good idea?" he asked with mock politeness.

"???"

The black-haired girl looked at him with indifference and responded, "Am I not allowed to? We were in a competition, remember?" Her tone was sharp, mocking his stupidity.

"And it's Miss Hazelton to you. We are just strangers."

Raizel was speechless but chose not to argue further.

He had learned his lesson in his past life—there was no point in bickering with girls like her.

He also knew how to handle someone with such a wild personality, but he wasn't in the mood. Besides, if he acted carelessly, he might end up behind bars for harassment. The ruling authority was strict about such matters… though, just like in his previous life, they still weren't capable of protecting everyone.

After that, silence filled the elevator.

The poor girl standing beside them kept glancing between the two nervously.

Then, gathering her courage, she softly said, "Thank you."

Her voice was meek, and it wasn't clear who she was addressing. Maybe it was for Raizel. Maybe for Navarna. Or perhaps for both.

Still, no one responded.

Silence remained between the three strangers, as if it were eternal.

After reaching the bottom floor, they were met with a lively and chaotic sight.

The hall was filled with people in full gear, grouped together as if preparing for an emergency.

But these weren't rookies like them. Every person exuded a powerful presence, their intimidating auras marking them as veterans of higher ranks.

Some even had magical beasts as companions—majestic panthers, tigers, and lions prowled beside their masters. Others had large flying creatures, including powerful peacocks, eagles, and even beasts Raizel couldn't recognize.

Sensing the overwhelming difference in strength, Raizel and the other two instinctively kept a low profile as they exited the guild hall.

Once outside, Raizel let out a breath of relief.

However, as he paused, his eyes caught Navarna walking straight toward a glossy black car parked nearby.

It wasn't an ordinary car like those from his past life.

With powerful thrusters at the back, it was likely a flying vehicle—something only the wealthy could afford.

Raizel didn't recognize the exact model, but he could tell at a glance that it was worth more than his entire fortune. Possibly even more than the 20 million they had just been promised.

"Wow! She's so rich," the other girl muttered, her eyes shining with admiration and longing.

"Work hard. Maybe then you'll be able to get one too," Raizel said with a chuckle, watching as the car shot into the sky like a bullet.

The girl glanced at Raizel, then clenched her fists, as if feeling newly motivated by his words.

Afterwards the two boarded a bus together, as her destination was also in the lower district, just like Raizel's.

Feeling bored, Raizel casually struck up a conversation with her.

Through their brief chat, he learned that her name was Nina.

Her father had passed away, and her mother had raised her alone while working in a restaurant.

Their circumstances weren't too different from Raizel's own family, and he could sympathize with her struggles.

But despite coming from a commoner background, she had been lucky enough to awaken as a player.

Their journey continued down the asphalt roads, weaving through the cityscape of an advanced civilization while each of them carrying their own dreams and aspirations in their hearts.

After parting ways with Nina, Raizel made his way through the dimly lit alleyways of the lower district.

The streets were eerily quiet, stationed by old, crumbling buildings that bore the weight of time. A few flickering streetlights cast long shadows, and the occasional distant chatter of residents echoed faintly, but for the most part, this part of the city was lifeless.

As he walked, his senses suddenly sharpened. A creeping feeling of unease settled over him, like an unseen predator watching from the dark.

Then, without warning. He heard some movement.

Then figures emerged from the shadows, their footsteps eerily synchronized as they closed in. Each of them wore dark hoods, their faces concealed, their presence exuding a cold, murderous intent. The dull glint of sharpened blades reflected under the sparse streetlights.

Raizel didn't hesitate as he summoned his weapon from his inventory. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword as he shifted into a battle-ready stance.

His heartbeat remained steady, but his mind raced, analyzing the situation. These weren't mere thugs, it was for sure.

They moved with precision, just like trained killers who knew exactly what they were doing.

And then, as if to confirm his suspicions, a familiar figure stepped forward from behind them.

Raizel's eyes narrowed. His grip on his sword instinctively tightened..

"You...?"

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