bookpower Chapter 88 Breakout
Chapter 88 Breakout
After a few moments, just as he stepped back into the Novice Sanctuary, Vincent noticed several groups of Origin Warriors moving hurriedly, their expressions tense. He narrowed his eyes in curiosity, his mind already churning with speculation, and quickened his pace toward the Novice Center.Even before reaching the entrance, he could sense the commotion inside—a chaotic energy that seemed to spill into the air around the establishment.
As soon as he stepped through the doors, the sight before him confirmed his suspicions. The staff of the Novice Center were bustling back and forth, their faces reflecting a mix of urgency and concern. Origin Warriors were scattered throughout the hall, their postures rigid, their eyes sharp with unease.
Just as Vincent was about to stop one of the staff members to inquire about the situation, a soft, feminine voice called out behind him.
"Excuse me, by any chance… are you Young Master Shroud?"
The question made him pause. Slowly, he turned to face the speaker. The woman was clad in a uniform he immediately recognized—the signature golden mask and cloak of the Lionfang Legion, the elite force serving the Lionfang family of Caelius. Her black hair was tied neatly at the back of her head, and she held a hand-drawn portrait, her gaze flickering between the image and him.
Vincent's brows furrowed beneath his mask, his posture instinctively shifting into one of caution.
"Who are you?" he asked in a tone that was wary but controlled.
"You may call me Jessica," she replied, her voice soft yet carrying a subtle air of confidence. "I serve Young Master Caelius."
Jessica took a step closer, her voice lowering slightly as she continued, "Young Master has no direct means of contacting you, so he sent me to deliver a message."
Without giving Vincent a chance to respond, she pressed on. "He asked me to warn you—Grarik may have uncovered your identity. It's highly likely the Blackthorn Clan is already
Maggie's gaze locked onto the speaker, her golden eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity that made the questioner shiver.
"As long as it's within our resources, you'll be compensated in Origin Crystals. Additionally, the top three participants will have the opportunity to exchange their rewards for skills from our vault, ranging from common to rare grade."
"This is a special mission," she continued. "Anyone willing to fight can participate!"
Excited chatter broke out among the gathered warriors.
"The Durak Party will join!"
"The Dong'er Sect is in!"
"The 'One Strike You Dead' Guild will participate!"
Despite the enthusiasm, Vincent remained still, observing the groups that eagerly volunteered. Their names struck him as overly flamboyant, but he refrained from reacting outwardly. What truly caught his attention was the absence of Thrygians. Normally, they would have been the first to register for such missions, yet not a single one was in sight.
As he mulled over this strange detail, Mochi's childlike voice rang in his mind.
"She's going to die."
Vincent turned to her, startled. "Who?"
Mochi pointed a chubby paw at Maggie. "Her."
"What makes you say that?" Vincent asked, baffled.
Without looking at him, Mochi replied, her golden eyes dimming, "Her fate is clouded in death. She's only alive now because someone close to her made a great sacrifice. The aura of death clings to her—it's only a matter of time."
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"So this mission is dangerous?" Vincent pressed.
Mochi's gaze remained distant. "Maybe. My abilities can't yet see the full picture."