The Arcadia System - Chapter 232

*Whoosh!*

“What is that?!” exclaimed one of the stalkers.

He quickly went into a fighting stance along with the others.

As one of them checked up on the crooked man, the other suddenly chopped his hand into the thin air.

His face scoffed as the sound of something breaking could be heard, “Hehehe, do you think the same thing will work on us again? Motherf*cker, you could have just allowed us to do what we want, yet you attacked big boss. You–”

Another light flashed in his eyes but the man was too late to react. Kimon’s force barrier hit him square in the face.

In less than five seconds, a knee embedded in his guts, followed by a sidekick that sent him flying through the air.

“What was–”

The third guy tried to shout but his body was unresponsive. In the blink of an eye, he found himself planted on the rough ground with a foot on his face.

Kimon’s leg muscles bulged. He pushed the third guy’s head into the earth further, making a hole that could bury a rabbit.

“With this level of strength, you tried to stalk him. You are joking, right?”

“Hey, get off-”

Following Kimon’s menacing stare, a force barrier shot forward.

It dashed with the speed of lightning. Just before it could hit its target, a thin line appeared in its center. It cleanly broke apart into two, losing all momentum and disappearing out of existence.

Kimon’s line of sight disregarded the surprised man, focusing beyond him, “Come out now. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

There was no response.

Kimon removed his leg from the guy beneath him and sent him away with a swift kick.

It was only after this brutal action did the hidden person speak out, “What do you think you are doing to my people?”

A vast aura collided with Kimon. The latter simply smirked as the aura had no effect on him.

He maintained a carefree smile, “Do I suppose you are the leader of the rats that have been following me? You are Morcan, I presume.”

He had seen the skinny man at the auction and already knew of his identity. Morcan, the leader of Black Hand.

Kimon kept his smile, “For an assassin organization, I must say, your men have subpar stealth skills. Even a fool can hide better than them.”

His taunts didn’t work. Morcan simply laughed it off, “Kimon. I have been hearing all about you. Leader of the Tribe of Somnia, producer of dragontail. I had thought you were just another fool trying to climb the ladder, but who would have thought you would become so popular in a single night?”

Walking closer, Morcan continued, “Forgive my men for their lack of arrogance. They can’t handle people like you. It was just a test to see if you have the strength to back your brimming reputation. Clearly, you do.”

Morcan offered his hand for a handshake. Kimon deliberated on whether to shake it but he eventually decided on playing along.

As soon as their hands met, Morcan tightened his grip, displaying his unexpected strength. Kimon’s bones cracked due to the strength. He couldn’t counter it.

Nevertheless, he held a composed smile on his face as his hand was continuously wreaked.

After a while, his hand retracted in an instant, leaving Morcan wondering how that was possible. When he flashed his hands again, Morcan could see the perfect shape of it. There seemed to be no signs of injury.

“I accept your apology. Now, you may take your leave.”

Morcan frowned.

His goal was to intimidate Kimon and get him under his wings, but this Kimon…in a wild reversal, Kimon had instead acted out as if he was in the same league with Morcan.

He was even more arrogant when addressing Morcan.

Morcan’s face twitched, ‘This is annoying. I want to crush him, but there are too many eyes here. Hmph, I shall give him this.’

Facing his men, Morcan said, “Stand up. Let’s go.”

He exited the scene in style.

Meanwhile, Kimon smiled victoriously.

Suddenly, his body jittered. His senses picked up on something hidden.

He looked above him, but nothing was in sight. Even when he used his [Nexus Eye], nothing surprising was revealed.

‘Maybe it was false….’

It was then he caught a tiny sparkle in the area above him. This led him to wait patiently for another sparkle, which never came, but that wasn’t needed anymore. He had found something.

His paranoid self washed away as he regained composure, “You know. Nothing is supreme. You may deceive my eyes but you cannot deceive the world.”

Seeing as no one replied, Kimon divulged, “You may be cloaked but the world doesn’t consider you as such. Your coordinate is preoccupied with your presence. You still exist in that coordinate. Do you need me to go further?”

Finally, the hidden person revealed himself.

It was the duo from the defense force.

It turns out that they had been following Kimon all along. However, this Kimon was too hard to stalk.

They offered no words but Kimon’s mask focused on them. They could feel his “eye intent” trying to analyze every body part.

The older one turned to the younger one and grabbed his wrist. A soft gale washed over them. In the next moment, they were nowhere to be seen.

‘Hmmmmm…..’

Kimon stared deeply into the direction in which they departed.

They could not fool him. His eye caught on their movement before they disappeared. Yet, he let them go.

It was clear that the duo wanted no fight, and he felt the same way too. He had no intention of provoking the force.

Suddenly, he looked sideways.

‘Hmmm…there are other people.’

It seemed like this night was going to be a long night.

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It was morning when Ki-Reve got back to his campus.

He had spent the entire night trying to throw off his stalkers with every skill he could think of.

‘Damn, I need to acquire more stealth skills.’

Circe had taught him some, but they weren’t useful in situations like this. He didn’t need a stealth skill per se. He needed something that could make his presence fleeting and could make him vanish into thin air like The Alchemist.

‘Yesterday was a success.. I can take today off.’