Beast Taming: Infinite Simulation as a Tamed Beast - Chapter 301: 237 Hundred Ghosts Gathering

Chapter 301: 237 Hundred Ghosts Gathering

Translator: 549690339

“Ah? Is your participation in the patrol team all voluntary?”

“That’s right. Once you reach the professional beast tamer stage, you must join a patrol team at least once. Of course, if you’re rich, you can buy your way out of it, but if you’re not, that option’s off the table.”𝒩Eew st𝒐ries at n𝒐/vel/bi/n(.)co𝒎

Seems like this sort of thing is inescapable everywhere.

As Vincent Wolf was grumbling, he noticed the staff beginning to announce.

“Attention all passengers! The transmission array will be activated in one minute! Please hold your passage orders tightly, prepare for teleportation, and have a pleasant journey. We look forward to seeing you again!”

A tumultuous roar!

A massive hum came from beneath his feet, and Vincent could feel a slight tremor. The surrounding transmission array began to light up from outside in, and rumbling sounds came from below as if something was in motion there.

Vincent looked around and noticed that everyone else was calm, clearly already accustomed to this.

That brief minute passed in a blink, and the teleportation array beneath his feet had already prepared and fully lit up.

Without warning, Vincent’s world started spinning. Clutching his passage order tightly, which had the destination coordinates precisely marked on, Vincent was teleported towards his predetermined location.

After an unknown period, the whirl of teleportation subsided. Vincent opened his eyes to find himself in a new environment.

“…& (*& …% # S % * ) . ”

He heard a stream of gibberish indicating he had indeed arrived at the Archipelago Alliance.

Of course, Vincent couldn’t understand the native language of the Archipelago Alliance, but he was well-prepared — in the form of a piece of candy enchanted with a Translation Skill.

This small candy could last a week, and Vincent had brought enough to last his entire stay. If he needed more, he could just buy them.

Popping the candy into his mouth, a real-time translation of surrounding sounds filled his ears.

“Welcome international friends to the Archipelago Alliance. We need to check everyone’s identification and credentials. We hope for your understanding.” Understandable.

Being from a foreign country, everyone feared potential spies. All countries ran checks.

Vincent was a bit nervous since he hadn’t gone through such checks before and was worried about being found out.

However, his fears were baseless as he breezed through the check, left the “airport,” and set foot on the island.

The visa Vincent had was a tourist one, only valid for a month.

That didn’t matter to Vincent much though. Even if the time ran out, he had many ways to stay. Leaving was equally simple; he just needed to change his identity. Once he was on-site, everything else would fall into place.

In terms of finding the whereabouts of the president of Kyoto City, Miao Shihe, Vincent didn’t have much of a lead. His plan was to start investigating after arriving at the Archipelago Alliance.

Now that he was here, Vincent decided to not rush. He planned to find a base-like place to settle in before starting his investigation. It would be much easier then; he wouldn’t have to run around like a headless chicken.

“My current location is Qingchuan Island. Didn’t President Wright say he was friends with the Island Owner? Maybe visiting them will lead to some revelations.”

Once decided, Vincent left the “airport,” opened the map, found the Island Master Mansion, and started contemplating calling out Dragon Town for a ride.

“I wonder if flying is restricted here.”

Looking up at the sky, Vincent didn’t see any flying mounts.

Back in Los Angeles, Vincent used to sneak Dragon Town in for flights because he didn’t have the flying license. If caught, he’d be penalized and jailed. But at this new place, Vincent didn’t even dare to secretly fly, worried about the consequences if caught.

So, Vincent simply hailed a cab to take him to the Island Master Mansion.

“Hello, I’d like to go to the Island Master Mansion.”

“Alright, please have a seat.”

Once settled, Vincent found himself missing the friendly taxi driver he encountered on his previous journey—the one who refused to accept fares. He wondered how he was doing now.

Reminded of this, Vincent couldn’t help but strike up a conversation with the driver.

“Hey bro, the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade is almost here, aren’t you scared of driving around?”

“Ah, who wants to be out here, but one needs to earn a living. And it isn’t time yet, usually there’s no trouble before the time comes. Judging by your youth, you probably haven’t experienced many, always tucked under the quilt by your elders.”

“Is that so?”

“Learn from it, it’s all experience. During the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, stock up on food, stay home without going out, and chances are you’ll be safe.” “Really? I’ve heard that even staying indoors doesn’t keep trouble at bay.”

“If you’re that unlucky, it means you’re being singled out by the gods and there’s no escaping it anyway. Even drinking cold water could choke you to death. ”

The old guy speak seriously and midway through the conversation, he slowed the cab down and mysteriously whispered to Vincent:

“If you really want to prevent such things, why not join me in believing in Ling Niangniang.”

“What…what’s that?” Vincent didn’t understand and wondered if his translation candy had conked out..