Godlike Player in a Game-Like World - Chapter 339: The Growing Doubt (part 4)

Nysora took a deep breath, preparing to provide a clear explanation. ”Mell, you witnessed it yourself. He effortlessly toyed with a D-Rank Region Boss as if it were child’s play, right before our eyes. And not only that, he single-handedly defeated the second Region Boss and a team of ten without us even realizing it.”

”And let’s not forget these spirit beasts,” Arora chimed in. The fact that Raydon could command the enemy team’s spirit beasts as if they were his own remained a baffling mystery.

”So what?” Mell retorted, still failing to grasp the significance behind these achievements. To her, they only showcased Raydon’s immense power.

However, Nysora’s next words shed light on the underlying concern.

”Don’t you find it astonishing that someone like him emerged from a humble family like ours? When was the last time you saw an E-Rank, level 1 item holder singlehandedly slay a Region Boss?”

Mell froze, her mind grappling with the implications of Nysora’s statement.

”I doubt even a prestigious Grand Family could produce someone like him, let alone our weak family,” Nysora continued, her gaze fixed on Mell’s stunned expression.

Raydon’s abilities went beyond what his title could adequately explain. The techniques he displayed were beyond the scope of someone raised in a small family like theirs.

”So, what do you think? Who is he?” Mell finally broke free from her stupor and uttered.

Nysora contemplated for a moment and proceeded to share her thoughts. ”There are only two possibilities that I can think of.

Firstly, he may not have any true familial ties to our family. It is conceivable that he was created by merging the bloodlines of multiple grand families. Our family could have been entrusted with his upbringing in order to keep him under the radar until he has matured enough to avoid drawing unwanted attention.”

”Holy… If that’s true…” Mell was suddenly shocked to hear this explanation, which made sense. If this was indeed the case, it would explain all of Raydon’s abilities.

Due to the fact that ruling families and organizations have always put their own needs first, the concept of undertaking such a project was unheard of in the past. But just because it wasn’t heard of doesn’t mean it couldn’t have happened.

”In other words, if this is true, young master Raydon is the living proof of what could be achieved if all the power structures in our world were to combine their strengths and resources to create a new generation.” Elysia’s voice, usually devoid of emotion, revealed her excitement.

After all, it was always something that was on the mind of every item holder at least once at some point. What kind of person would emerge if people from all over the world decided to pool their resources in order to produce the most powerful generation ever?

”What is the second possibility?” Arora asked, leaning towards the second option. As plausible as the first explanation might seem, it also seemed unlikely given the ego and self-interest of the ruling families.

”I hope the first possibility is correct because the second one would definitely create significant problems for us.” Nysora’s face was filled with horror as she made this statement.

”What is it?” The others echoed the same question, their expressions darkening as they sensed the fear and tension in Nysora’s voice.

After a moment of suspense, Nysora spoke again with a grave tone. ”He is an anomaly, much like young master Loran… No, I believe he is even more of an anomaly than him and poses a greater threat.”

”Young master Loran?” Mell’s eyes widened with fear. ”If that’s the case, it explains his high stat points and the ability to use skills without needing an item.”

”Even the behavior of these spirit beasts can be explained by that,” Arora added, glancing at the cats surrounding them.

”What about the techniques he used?” Verda asked.

She was aware that Loran possessed a variety of enigmatic abilities as a result of his cursed body because she had witnessed a number of those abilities herself; however, techniques were something that could only be obtained through training.

In response to this question, Nysora posed a question of her own. ”Have you ever seen him use a family technique during a fight?”

Upon hearing this question, Verda immediately grasped the point Nysora was making.

Indeed, Loran had learned the family techniques just like everyone else, and he possessed a greater mastery of those techniques than any of them. However, the most intriguing aspect was the fact that he only learned these techniques for the purpose of demonstrating his superiority and never actually used them in a fight.

Because he had no need to rely on these techniques, he developed his own technique when he was only an F-Rank. .

”I’ve heard that anomalies are always geniuses.” Arora had said it as a compliment, but her tone indicated that it wasn’t entirely meant as one.

But that observation alone was enough to explain to them how Raydon had mastered those techniques and even created his own.

Of course, Loran’s technique, unlike Raydon’s, had its flaws and was not a supreme technique like the latter’s. However, the battle maids were not aware of what a supreme technique entailed, so this detail held little significance to them.

”He is about to reach the target,” Arora informed them, breaking the silence of their contemplation.

”Well, enough speculation. If there is something we need to know, Ms. Diam will explain it to us after the match. For now, let’s focus on our tasks.”

”Keep a close watch on his fight and don’t miss any details. We will report everything to the family later.” Nysora instructed Arora, and then she too started running.

Regardless of their speculations, they still had their mission to fulfill, which included carrying Raydon’s loot.

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”Achoo…”

”What the hell? Do high races catch colds too?” Raydon muttered as he sprinted towards his target, his naked body exposed to the elements. Perched on his shoulder was a black cat with wings, gripping tightly to avoid falling off.

Raydon had already been running for some time in the direction indicated by Arora, solely relying on his movement technique the entire time. Even when he did not make use of the berserker technique, his speed was significantly higher than that of an average E-Rank.

After running for some time, he turned his gaze to the black cat and asked, ”Where are they?”

Since he wanted to conserve mana and didn’t want to rely on his Death Sense skill unnecessarily, he decided to seek information from the cat, knowing that it had a mind bond with Arora and the other cats.

Although he wasn’t entirely certain he would receive an answer, to his surprise, the cat released one of its paws that had been tightly gripping his shoulder and pointed in a direction with its paw, struggling against the wind and doing its best not to fall off.

”Hahaha, perfect!” Raydon chuckled with delight upon realizing the usefulness of the spirit beast. He continued running in the direction indicated.

”Hold on tightly. We’re about to pick up speed.” Raydon said with a smile as he accelerated even further towards his target.

”Mew…”

With a plaintive meow, the cat clung to Raydon’s shoulder with both paws. Unlike Raydon, it was evident that the cat wasn’t particularly thrilled with the increased speed.