The Conspiracy of the Elites - Chapter 437

Clark didn’t go back to his mansion immediately after leaving the bar. He instead took a cut and went to a boisterous corner of the city; his destination was precisely the company- Trailblazers.

This was a place that he loved visiting when he was younger, he also brought Benny and Leo here when they were spending the week-long vacation given to them by the Python military division.

He knew how unstable he currently was, he wanted to come here and see if the entertainment scene here could enliven his mood.

Entering, he was surprised as the place was filled up. He quickly understood what was happening; just like him, some people also wanted to forget the trauma of the war and they sought help here also.

After finding a chair to sit on, he tried to open up his mind.

It did not take long before the show started. This time, it was for an hour as highlights of legendary footballers, and soldiers were shown to him.

When the time elapsed, he walked out of the company building knowing that his condition slightly improved.

Though it was only slightly, he was glad as this was the first step to a complete recovery from the psychological trauma.

Not intending to waste any more time, he entered his car and drove home.

Getting back to his mansion, he gave Albert a recorded virtual track of the highlights that he watched. He knew that Albert was also affected by the war, this was probably his first real war experience.

After doing that, he went inside his room and locked himself up.

He first made sure that his mood was right before he brought the book out of his jacket and opened it. On the first page was a pen, and besides the pen were some scribbled words.

>This pen is a special device that can track the target’s blood. When the target is in a region close to where you are, you will receive a confirmatory pulse from it.>

>The number of pulses indicates how far the target is from your location.>

Clark took the pen and held it up, he examined it but didn’t discover any glaring abnormality about it so he simply kept it inside his jacket.

He flipped the book over as words started appearing.

>After elaborate investigations, our best guess is that the target is now acting as the subordinate to a Pirate King.>

>We narrowed the target’s location down to the Badlands of the Dry Snake in the Sahara Desert>

>As you’re a part-time mercenary, we prepared the perfect mercenary mission for you to cover the real goal of your mission>

>You can apply for it virtually; the codename of the mission is- [The Red Eagle- Stolen Pistol]>

Seeing this, Clark’s eyes constricted slightly in shock as a lot of things went through his mind. In the end, he continued and flipped over.

>This is all the information that we could provide. After applying for the mercenary mission, the rest part lies with you. Good luck, soldier>

As soon as he finished reading the contents of the book before Clark could react, they ignited, burning into ashes in less than a second.

Seeing this, Clark fell into a daze as the contents went through his mind.

“…The Red Eagle- Stolen Pistol”. This was the main thing dominating his mind because this was the same Grade 4 mercenary mission that he saw in his dream when he went to the Dakran republic.

“Everything I saw happened in reality”. He muttered, dazed.

For a long time, he’s been trying to understand and comprehend what his special ability was after getting the relevant information from his master.

When he had the dream where he was completely conscious and he could even control by fast-forwarding the dream, he already had some guesses but he was still not sure.

He guessed that his special ability was somehow related to dreams, but he was not sure as a dream special ability seemed too abstract.

After seeing President Leonidas erupt in his full prowess, battling with his special ability he received an epiphany but he still couldn’t get the point yet.

But combining all these with what he just saw now, he seemed to have realized what his special ability was. The only problem was that it was even more abstract than a dream special ability.

He didn’t know why, but his intuition told him that he was correct. His intuition told him that his special ability was ‘Imagination’.

He still didn’t know much about special abilities but his soul was just so convinced that this was it. He resolved to contact and ask King, or even his master about it in the future.

Putting that aside, he thought back to the contents of the book.

He already received all the information that he needed. He was grateful as he didn’t expect to receive such detailed information, this would make his subsequent work much easier.

For the first time since the war, his heart felt strangely relieved.

Immediately, he relaxed on his chair as his consciousness went through the virtual world with the help of his implant.

As a mercenary already registered with the Mercenary Alliance and one who even had a mercenary group, it did not take him long before he found the virtual domain belonging to the mercenary Alliance.

After logging into the virtual server, he went to the section for recent mercenary missions. He directly scrolled to Grade 4 and above mercenary missions.

He only needed to search for 4 minutes before he found what he wanted.

[Grade 4.5 mercenary mission: The Red Eagle- Stolen Pistol.]

[Client: Unknown.]

[Number of mercenaries who have taken the mission: 21.]

[Danger Level: Dangerous.]

Seeing this, Clark had no more doubts. This was exactly as it was depicted in his dream, he felt like he was reliving the dream.

[Mission Description: A rich man lost his special exotic pistol that was custom-made for his son. The thief who stole it is extremely strong, and the rich man is ready to get it back by all means.]

[Mission Reward: 100,000 Mercenary Credits.]

[Spartan Currency Conversion: 1.1 Billion Spartan Credits.]

“…”

Now, Clark was shocked. “Really?”

Without hesitation, he immediately lashed on to it and accepted the mission. After confirming that the acceptance was successful, he heaved a sigh of relief while lampooning about the spending ability of the really rich.

In a happy mode because of the series of things that just happened, he laid back on his bed and slept in preparation for the next day.