Chapter 106: Yes, I Am Also a Member of an Organization

Faced with Faster’s question, O’Lu felt a bit awkward. He couldn’t very well say that someone was uneasy about their presence and had sent him over to see if there was a chance to eliminate them.

Fortunately, O’Lu was quick-witted. Even if he weren’t, he could have taken his time to think while in a time-stop state, which led him to come up with a suitable excuse.

“I have a friend who’s the daughter of this farm’s owner. She mentioned that their beef is quite good, so I came to take a look. After all, Aro deserves to eat well.”

“Aro?” Faster glanced at the tiger trailing behind O’Lu and nodded approvingly. Such a spirit beast, having already attained sentience and begun cultivation, certainly deserved the best meals; it was fitting for their stature.

“The beef here is indeed excellent. A significant portion is raised according to our specifications. If you want to buy some, you can choose the ones we’ve cultivated—it’s very beneficial for one’s health.”

“Really? That’s fantastic! I’ve been struggling to find suitable meat for Aro.” O’Lu gladly accepted Faster’s recommendation. Then, thinking it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of others so easily, he decided to offer something in return.

“Mr. Faster, in the words of us Easterners, we might be considered fated acquaintances. I recently acquired a valley nearby—it’s not yet developed, but I feel it has potential. Would you like to come with me to see the scenery?”

Faster was merely curious about O’Lu and wished to establish good relations with the forces behind him, so he was polite. Yet he had no intention of visiting the newly acquired valley.

Naturally, he declined. With Faster’s approval and Karissa’s persuasion, Karissa’s father finally agreed to sell three cow heads per month to O’Lu. When to collect the cattle and where to slaughter them was up to O’Lu.

O’Lu then stayed close to Faster, inquiring about the state of affairs throughout the Ameliki Lighthouse Nation.

This was hardly a secret. The Ameliki Lighthouse Nation was a land of immigrants, home to various ethnicities and mythological organizations.

Overall, the nation was divided by the Rocky Mountains into east and west. The west centered around cities like Xinxiang and Luoshanji, while the east revolved around Jinshan and others.

In general, werewolves tended to hide on farms; vampires dwelled in rainy regions; nature spirits and beasts lurked in the mountains; and the cities were dominated by those with extraordinary abilities.

Each city had its own organizational systems. For instance, Xinxiang was home to the Holy Blood Council; Luoshanji housed a demon-worshipping group; Jinshan boasted the largest wizard collective in the Lighthouse Nation—the Clock Tower—and there were various witch organizations roaming the cities.

In short, the extraordinary factions were a tangled web. To thrive across cities, there were only two ways: either to be so renowned in the inner world that no one dared to provoke you, or to be so formidable that you could defeat all enemies outright.

Otherwise, when venturing beyond one’s territory, discretion was necessary.

Having gathered enough information, O’Lu called on Karissa and the others and swiftly left the farm, not bothering to ask Faster why their carriage had been left on the roadside outside.

Only after the carriage had traveled far and turned onto the path leading to O’Lu’s valley did he finally exhale deeply.

“Karissa, those people behind your family are very powerful, but they’re not your enemies. So there’s no need to worry.”

“Are they superheroes too?” Charles, who had become quite interested recently, asked, especially after overhearing many rumors alongside O’Lu.

“Not exactly. They’ve spent a long time with the Silver Dragon and have absorbed its aura. It’s possible they’ve undergone some modifications. As you said before, the rich rely on technology, the poor on mutations—they’re a kind of technological mutation.”

“Dragons still exist?” Everyone in the carriage exclaimed, especially Hannah, who had never encountered such things before and was full of curiosity.

“They do, but they must have special survival conditions,” O’Lu mused. “They probably survived from over a hundred years ago, waiting for the dawn of a new era.”

O’Lu’s words revealed much. The three passengers reacted differently; the two women were indifferent, as the new era meant nothing to them, but Charles grew excited.

“Xihu, when you say new era, do you mean an alien invasion like in superhero movies?”

“No, it’s likely the return of some legendary beings. As you heard earlier, those legends do exist but have been in hiding, waiting for their power to recover.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe such beings are among us,” Hannah exclaimed, covering her face, though O’Lu clearly saw the excitement in her eyes.

Charles eagerly added, “The Holy Blood Council is real, huh, Xihu? How about we join them, earn more money, and arm ourselves with technology?”

“No thanks. I know the founder of the Holy Blood Council. It was originally established to manage family businesses because periodically selecting senior managers was troublesome. The idea was to prevent these executives from dying too quickly.

“But the Council grew too big and uncontrollable, so the founder abandoned it. The current Holy Blood Council is effectively a defunct organization.”

“Wow, Xihu, you actually know the founder? My goodness, I’m sticking with you for life!”

At that moment, Hannah curiously asked, “O’, you mentioned so many organizations and have ties to the Holy Blood Council’s founder. Does that mean you’re part of an organization too?”

O’Lu was about to shake his head but suddenly thought of future technology. He felt that whoever was in charge of future tech must be connected to the spiritual energy revival two years hence.

Future technology was already immensely powerful now; give them two more years of development, and the consequences would be unimaginable. He needed a team—he couldn’t rely solely on his avatars or projections in battle.

So he nodded decisively. “Yes, I do belong to an organization. But you must keep this a secret.”