The Universe Is Innately Just 253 Cardinal Ghost Part Four

Soon enough, just as the sun was gradually revealing itself to the city. Fell's figure slowly appeared near the wall that surrounded the town and noticed that a few pictures stood on top of the steep wall.

"They're already waiting for the beast's arrival.", he thought as he accelerated his steps. Before long, he stood right at the base of the humongous wall that soon began s.h.i.+ning due to the soft light coming from the sun. His soul energy coursed through his body; with the youth directed it toward his arms in a skillful way.

Two giant tentacles appeared in front of him, and the next moment his knee dropped low before he violently kicked at the ground under him. His figure turned into a bullet, and he rose at a great height; he began using his tentacle to aid his ascension and before long had attained the peak of the wall.

The few individuals that were looking at the distance noticed him. At first, an awry look flashed on their faces as they saw a bloodied figure climb on the wall. They couldn't help but nearly run toward their MechSuit as they felt the ominous aura around him. They weren't even cultivators, but they still felt the tenacious and virulent aura emanating from Soldier's Fortune.

He nodded toward them with a smile on his face, and although they didn't recognize him due to his shape. One of them remembered the word of a friend of his who had served in the west wall; stories about a fearless youth that fought deep in the beast wave. His strength made him the equal of a one man army, and he had been slaying numerous fierce mutated creatures for the whole day.

A flash of respect with a tinge of fear appeared on one of the soldier's faces. He tapped on the shoulders of one of them, and wanted to speak, but nothing escaped from his mouth for a few seconds.

"He's with us.", he managed to say after a few seconds before noticing Fell's smile and mimicked him with a respectful nod. They stood in their places, hesitant on what to say or do, in fear of causing the man to feel uneasy toward them.

"Thanks for your efforts.", Fell spoke toward them with grat.i.tude in his voice before turning back, jumping out of the wall. But this time, he jumped inside of the city's defense in the direction of the central district. He fell sharply like a bullet, and in the last few meters, used his tentacles to reduce his falling speed drastically. In the last meter, before his body would hit the floor, his velocity had dropped to the point where he looked as if he gliding on the air.

A few particles of dust rose from the ground. He looked around and identified his position in the city before leaving the street closest to the wall. After a few streets, he appeared in one of the main roads of the central district, one that made the tour of the circular city."

"It will take me more than five minutes to arrive to my apartment…", he thought as he stopped in his place and hesitated for a second. "But the battle center is just nearby… Guess I'll go there!", he thought as he doubled his speed.

He crossed two streets that were void of any life, and before long, he could see the entrance of the Battle Center in the corner of the road.

"I wonder what they're doing in those times…", he mumbled with a thoughtful expression. "I'm not exactly sure on their capacities to help in defense of the city…", he exclaimed with a sigh. "In the end, they're just part of an universal business… I doubt if there exists even a speck of intention to defend the city."

His thought might have been harsh toward the Battle Center, but he still didn't hope much intervention from them. However, there even existed a specific reason for why he had sent Wind there.

His figure arrived in front of the entrance, and the door opened in front of him. "They are still open to the public…", he thought while looking around. His eyes opened widely as he noticed the numerous people standing around, as if nothing significant was happening to the city, and that there weren't hundreds of thousands of beast attacking their city.

A few individuals gazed at him, and their smiles disappeared from their faces. They couldn't help but alert their friends about the arrival of the man who entered the battle center, his bloodied figure was soon noticed by all. But strangely, it was as though they felt his intent, and n.o.body tried to block his way or try to talk to him.

His body and the quick steps he was taking translated a variety of minute movements that showed the urgency in the youth's path.

"Who's that?", mumbled one of the youth as he saw Fell's back turn smaller and smaller as he approached the zone where the elevators were placed.

"He might be a top ranker who felt like testing the real battlefield…", he mumbled in a low tone. His head was held low, and he even hid his lips from the eyes of everybody. He wasn't someone ranked high enough to a.s.sume any problems with the top ranker.

Fell couldn't help but feel at ease when stepping back through the purple colored carpet under his feet. His eyes darted right and left, and before long the sentimental thought was swiftly overrun by the

"They seem to be quite tranquil here. Their thoughts free of any worry…", his expression swiftly turned back to being neutral. And none of the emotional shocks he had felt was present on his face.

"Whatever they had told them, it seems that it had quite a positive effect on the players…", but his word swiftly changed as he noticed a pair of depressed youth sitting on a couch. "Those two are giving off the same vibe as someone who was sentenced to death…", he thought as he continued on his road.

Before long, he arrived near the elevator, and the pair of metallic doors glided as its interior revealed itself to Fell. Who didn't make the elevator wait too much as he took a gigantic step that crossed the distance, the door closed, and before long, Fell reappeared on the floor where the chairman's office was.

He crossed the long pathway leading to the middle-aged man's office. He met a few battle maiden on the road, and they couldn't help but throw odd glances at him due to his bloodied figure. Yet those glances were still followed with respectful nods before they darted away. One of them turned around and gazed for a long time at his back without moving. She couldn't help but recognize part of his features and was intrigued by his small yet large back that seemed capable of holding numerous responsibilities.

But, in the end, she couldn't help but calmly shake her shoulders before turning back and following the other battle maiden. Fell soon arrived near the entrance of the chairman's office, and couldn't help but stop for a second before looking at his clothes.

"f.u.c.k… I once again stink of beast blood…", he thought as he hesitated for a second. "Meh, I'll see if he can get me pair of fresh cloth while I ask about those matter's here.", he thought before stepping inside of the man's office. The first thing that entered his eyes were the small metallic colored black office that sat in the middle of the decent sized room.

Behind the black desk sat a middle aged man that swiftly noticed Fell, and greeted him while boasting an enormous smile on his face. "Fell, my friend!", he exclaimed while getting on his legs from his chair. "How have you been doing?", he exclaimed as he approached him.

"Well, I'm good as you can see!", exclaimed Fell with a self deprecating grin on his face. The middle aged man chairman couldn't help but chuckle as he saw the bloodied cloth.

"Looks like the beasts, outside the walls, aren't very welcoming…", said the chairman with an elusive tone in his voice.

"New Casablanca isn't welcome toward them either.", responded Fell briskly before inviting himself and walked past the chairman before sitting in the couch.

"What made your steps arrive here? I'm pretty sure you have ample fight to accomplish here.", he added with yet another hidden tone to his words.

Fell didn't know if the dean in front of him was teasing him, or if he was testing his limits. He responded to the joke with a fake smile that made the chairman swallow his saliva. Silence permeated the room, and before long, the chairman coughed a few times dryly before making his way toward his chair.

He sat and began arranging the desk in front of him. He avoided Fell's gaze for a minute, but the youth's piercing gaze finally caused him to be absorbed by his sight. He stopped his act and looked thoughtfully at Fell before coughing yet another time.