Revolution System - Chapter 45

Talia: “Thank you so much! We didn’t know the situation had gotten that bad…”

Jim: “No worries, I got a good reward out of it after all.”

Talia: “Reward…?”

After bidding farewell to the Moon Elf Talia, Jim headed back to Amgula with Celes. The harsh training continued, a week, two weeks, coming up on three. Celes could now be considered one of the top three fighters in the nation, only losing out to her Father and that Elven Mage he had detected before.

The time was approaching to leave, Jim informed the father and daughter at dinner of his intention to leave soon and that he wasn’t sure when he would return.

Celes: “What!? No, teacher! Please don’t go!”

Jim: “I have to, I have family and a home waiting for me.”

Celes: “Then…I’ll go with you!”

Jim shook his head, “You’ve nearly reached the limit of what I can teach, further growth will come from self-practice. Besides, this is your home, you belong here.”

Celes turned to her Father for support but didn’t get any. “Uuu…” She began crying and ran to her room, sobbing could be heard for the rest of the night.

[Taming Complete, Human Celes Is Now Host’s Subordinate]

[Celes: Subordinate Benefits Activated]

[Celes: Loyalty Stat Unlocked]

[Celes: Limited System Functions Unlocked]

[Congratulations Host For Taming Multiple Creatures, Companion Storage Function Unlocked]

‘Oh crap! I forgot about that…Let’s just ignore it.’

The next day, a depressed Celes with bloodshot eyes was wandering the palace halls.

Jim: “Alright, come on.”

Celes: “Huh?”

Being dragged along, Celes wasn’t sure what was going on. Jim took her outside the city to a barren field. “Alright, I’m going to show you some things you’ll be able to do in the future.”

Jim began casting Fire Storm, then Hail Storm, then simultaneous barrages of Light Arrow and Dark Arrow. It was basically a lightshow to cheer her up, just as planned Celes brightened up.

Celes: “I’ll really be able to do that?”

Jim: “Mm, but you must train every day, no slacking off while I’m gone, got it? I expect you to have grown a lot by the time I return.”

Celes: “Yes! Um…can I call you Master?”

‘This girl is really like a dog, huh…’

Jim: “Alright, that’s fine.”

Celes: “Yay!”

Jim recorded a plethora of spells for Celes to study. She had recently become capable of chantless casting, thought it still took a few seconds to cast Flame. He got to work making thousands of Divine Jing Qi Pills and Injury Recovery Pills, he really wasn’t sure when he would return but didn’t want his student to run out midway.

Jim: “Alright, focus on these pills, imagine them entering a box.”

Celes: “Huh? Uhm…Okay. Ah!”

Celes was startled when the pills suddenly vanished from in front of herself.

Celes: “Master! What just happened?”

Jim: “This is a power I’ve given you, it’s called Inventory. You may freely place items within and retrieve them with only a thought. Try taking the pills back out.”

The pile of pills appeared in front and began rolling around.

Celes: “Amazing! I didn’t cast magic, how is this possible!?”

Jim: “You can use this freely from now on, just say you used chantless space magic, alright?”

After having Celes agree, Jim placed a magic marker on the castle. He wanted to test if it would function even while he was in another world.

Jim: “Well, this is it. Make sure to keep growing.”

Celes: “Mm, take care, Master!”

Celes was amazed once again as Jim suddenly vanished in front of her eyes.

Jim found himself in a large white tent, several men in hazmat suits turned over in shock. A cacophony of shouting soon began, Jim was bewildered at what was happening. Turning around, he spotted the Gluttonous Void Treader’s corpse, somehow it didn’t seem to have rotted at all. “Ah…what do I say now?”

A few minutes later, Jim was in a hastily set up interrogation room. Room may be a stretch, it was another tent with a desk, chairs, and lamp. He could tell these guys seemed like officials so he decided to come along quietly.

‘Really keeping me waiting, huh…’ Two hours passed with nobody entering the tent. Finally, the tent flap opened, in walked another man wearing a hazmat suit.

Jim: “Oh, you’re the FBI guy?”

Sam: “Jim Garrett? No, wait, how do you know I’m FBI?”

Jim: “I have certain methods, is that really what you want to know?”

Calming down, Sam took the seat opposite Jim. Taking a moment to formulate a line of questioning, he started the interrogation.

Sam: “Firstly, how did you appear in that tent?”

Jim: “Teleportation.”

Sam’s lips twitched. “I’d advise you to tell the truth.”

Jim: “I am, look.”

Jim suddenly vanished and appeared across the tent. Sam was startled for a moment. ‘How can he do that? No, wait, why would he just tell me that he could upfront?’

Sam: “Alright, why did you teleport to that specific point?”

Jim: “I was just returning to the point I teleported from.”

Sam: “Are you saying you have something to do with the incident that occurred here?”

Jim: “Yes.”

Sam: “Explain how you were involved.”

Jim: “There was a monster eating people, I punched it until it died.”

Sam’s lips twitched again. “Those wounds weren’t caused by someone’s fist.”

Jim: “They were, I doubt you want me to demonstrate it here.”

Sam: “…Alright, let’s say I believe you. Detail the involvement you had with the incident several months ago.”

Jim: “What case?”

Sam: “We know you sold the paintings, don’t act dumb.”

Jim: “Paintings? I did sell paintings, what about them?”

Sam: “You expect me to believe you don’t know?”

Jim: “…What the hell is wrong with my paintings?”

Sam: “Your paintings? You made them?”

Jim: “Yeah, I bought canvas and drew on it, then sold the result. Tell me, what’s wrong with that?”

Sam was annoyed as he played along, explaining the events from their perspective. Jim went silent. ‘Crap, that happened?’

Jim: “Uh…I really didn’t know about that, I just made something and sold it.”

Sam was pretty sure this guy was lying. He was too straightforward, it wasn’t normal.

Sam: “Alright, what do you want?”

Jim: “I have a proposal. I’ll work for you.”

Sam: “What?”

Jim: “I can handle situations like the one with the critter in the other tent. You call, I’ll come to help. Of course, I have conditions.”

Sam: “…Write down your conditions, my superiors will decide.”

‘If there’s one, there’s more. I’m sure they’ve encountered incidents they can’t handle before. My strength is my bargaining chip.’