Chapter 704
Chapter 704
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 704
Chapter Title: The Savior of the Academy
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I focused my eyes even harder.
I could see the wind. The urban winds of Chicago were all flowing toward one particular spot.
What the hell?
The wind's movement was unnatural. Even in a city full of skyscrapers, the winds shouldn't be this contrived. It was like something was pulling them in.
What's over there?
I strained my eyes further, but the high-rises blocked my view. My Spirit Eye could peer into the distance, but it couldn't see through obstacles.
"Moka."
I summoned the spirit I'd contracted with, the Thunder Owl.
"Kook!"
A white owl materialized in the air, circling around me. Since it hadn't fully manifested, the hotel room stayed undisturbed.
"Moka. Fly over there and check it out, then come back."
"Kook! Kook!"
Moka passed through the window and headed outside. It flapped its wings powerfully, soaring through Chicago's skies. Using our contract link, I controlled Moka's movements and activated my Spirit Eye's ability.
Shared vision.
I could share vision with my contracted spirit. If used well, this let me scout a thousand miles away without moving.
Moka. Fly higher. Then head right from there.
The viewpoint shifted rapidly. At first, the disorienting sensation made my head spin, but now I was used to it.
Yeah, right there.
It was a hotel on the outskirts. In a sparsely populated neighborhood, a rundown building stood alone. The hotel was only three stories tall. It seemed to still be operating, but no one would want to stay there, no matter how cheap.
The wind's gathering toward that building. More precisely, the faint mana carried on the wind.
My eyes could see the mana riding the currents. The amount wasn't much—even an S-rank hero might miss it.
But when that mana gathered in one place on the wind...
That's basically an artificial dragon vein.
Dragon vein.
A spot where mana density was at least 30% higher than average. Dragon veins were ideal for special rituals or training.
I can't gauge the exact density, but it's probably over 50%. Definitely artificial... The American Hero Association's doing?
No way.
The American Hero Association had no reason to create one artificially. With America's vast land, they already had more than enough natural ones. No need for a method that caused side effects.
What the hell are they up to?
Curiosity piqued. Anyone pulling off something like this in America wasn't ordinary.
Moka. Go inside.
As long as Moka stayed in spirit form, normal heroes wouldn't detect it. Unless they had special traits like mine or knowledge of spirits.
Moka obeyed faithfully. It slipped through a third-floor window and scanned the interior. Bed, wardrobe, desk—the room was stark. Dust on the furniture showed the place had long abandoned any pretense of hosting guests.
I had Moka check the other third-floor rooms. Ordinary walls couldn't block its movement, so it didn't take long.
Third floor's all normal. Head to the second.
The second floor was the same.
First floor shows signs of recent occupation.
But no people. No mana gathered from the winds outside either. Only one conclusion.
A barrier?
To be sure, I sent Moka to check the basement. There was space down there, but it was just a storage room full of junk.
Definitely a barrier.
I clicked my tongue. I knew barriers came in many types, but the details eluded me.
Out of the building.
Through Moka's eyes, I observed the structure and winds more closely. The mana on the wind vanished into the walls like it was absorbed. A barrier that siphoned only mana.
Should I drop a lightning bolt and rip the barrier apart?
High chance of failure. A deliberate barrier wouldn't have weak durability.
...Hold on.
Watching closely, I spotted something hazy as the mana faded. I focused my Spirit Eye harder.
I see the barrier. I see the barrier.
Like self-hypnosis, I concentrated. The barrier's shape gradually emerged.
As expected of an S-rank Spirit Eye. Impressive. Moka, can you see it too?
Kook. Kook.
Moka's response came. Through shared vision, it could see what I saw.
Now that we've identified it, entering's no issue. Go in.
Moka slipped right through the barrier.
Inside was a dark space. But my Spirit Eye pierced the darkness effortlessly. Talismans were stuck to the walls here and there. The atmosphere was eerie. Even without being there, I knew it was cold.
Water pooled on the floor—stagnant, unmoving. Instead of fish, human bodies floated in it.
Corpses.
Not just one or two. They littered the entire floor. Easily over a hundred, by rough count.
And at the center, something was bound.
...A spirit?
It wailed endlessly. No sound reached me, but its agony was clear.
Mid-level wind spirit or higher... They're forcing it to corrupt?
The spirit couldn't maintain its form, repeatedly tearing and crumpling.
Then Moka's gaze shifted backward.
A man stood there. Black-haired Asian with glasses. He stared right at Moka and opened his mouth. Speaking.
I tried summoning Moka back through our contract. But it was blocked. Something severed our link—the barrier around Moka, no doubt.
Moka! Get out now!
Koooo!
Moka shot upward. It fled the barrier at top speed.
The view flipped suddenly. Moka had been hit and crashed to the ground.
They attacked Moka in spirit form? Damn it. Not ordinary after all.
Thankfully, Moka didn't stay down. It spread its wings again, flew out of the barrier, and escaped.
The moment Moka was out, I summoned it to me.
"Moka!"
"Koo..."
I caught the falling Moka in both hands. A wound marred its back. No blood since it was spirit form, but it was distorted unstably.
"You'll need rest for a while. Want to head to the spirit realm?"
Moka shook its head. Mid-to-low spirits avoided the spirit realm. Their power made returning difficult.
"Alright. Eat this at least."
I pulled a spirit orb from my inventory and gave it to Moka. It accepted happily and swallowed it.
I watched closely. Curious how a wounded spirit would react to a spirit orb.
As expected.
Moka's wound healed visibly, fast as a human using potion on a cut.
Spirit orbs don't just empower spirits—they heal wounds too.
Good to know. I stroked Moka's head, lost in thought.
The original story was Korea-centric as a Korean game. It didn't cover every overseas event...
It was the American Hero Association's business anyway. None of my concern, so I could ignore it.
No. That guy looks like bad news. If I take him out, won't I get good karma points?
Seemed like a good chance to boost my good karma.
???
Wang Xian, emerging from the barrier, adjusted his glasses and scanned meticulously. His Spirit Glasses let him see spirits in ethereal form.
The Thunder Owl vanished. Even fast as it is, it couldn't have flown off that quick... Only one option. Summoned by its contracted spirit user.
He reached into his pants pocket. A few things didn't add up. The timing of the summon was too perfect. Like they'd been watching from afar.
Peered through the barrier? Or watching nearby and summoned the instant it emerged.
He glanced at nearby buildings, then turned and reentered the barrier.
I've planted someone in the Chicago Hero Association branch. They'll report if anything pops off.
Unsettling. But no choice. Critical moment—moving now would mean abandoning too much. Had to hold out as long as possible.
Splash, splash.
Stepping over submerged corpses, Wang Xian reached the center and gazed indifferently at the corrupting wind spirit.
"Holding out long, huh. The longer you resist, the worse it gets for you. Your future's set—give up and fall already."
"...!!"
The wind spirit screamed in soul-rending agony. Wang Xian watched, head throbbing faintly.
"Foolish thing."
A cold smile curled Wang Xian's lips.
"But reassuring in a way. If you won't break easily, you'll succeed where others failed."
Wang Xian waited, anticipating the spirit's full fall.
???
Four days since arriving in Chicago.
The first two, I'd spent sightseeing with Sung Ha-ri. From the third day, she joined the Chicago Hero Association branch for work—reviewing dungeon briefings, syncing with raid heroes.
This afternoon, she started the dungeon raid. Association estimated three days. She'd return then.
Before leaving the hotel, Sung Ha-ri hugged me tight with both arms.
"Yu-jin-ah. Mom'll be back soon. Be good, okay? Got it? Yeah?"
"Yeah. I'll hang with So-hee noona. Hurry back."
She hugged me twice more, kissed me, then finally stepped out. A limo from the association took her to the dungeon.
I called Han So-hee and Sarah without looking back.
"So-hee noona! Sarah noona! Mom's gone! Let's fuck!"
I stripped at the door, naked to the bedroom. Time to savor a Korean beauty and an American one together.
"Sex!"
???
I wanted to go all night, but work called. At 10 p.m., I got out of bed.
"So-hee noona, stay in your room. Sarah noona, come out with me."
"Yes, Yu-jin-nim. Give me five minutes. I need a quick shower..."
"No rush. Take your time."
Sarah steadied her trembling legs and stood. Her body brimmed with semen. Her pussy especially—swollen red, dripping sticky globs like pendants. They swung like a pendulum as she walked.
"Where to?"
Han So-hee asked from the bed, clutching her waist. No better off than Sarah—worse, if anything.
"Quick walk."
"Can I...?"
Semen scent wafted from her mouth.
"Stay here, noona. You're beat."
"But..."
"Be honest. You can't even move, right?"
"..."
Han So-hee nodded reluctantly and sank into the pillow. A-rank hero, but pure physical stats? C-to-D level. Sarah was B-rank equivalent.
I headed to the bathroom. Needed a wash too. Fucked Sarah once more there, dressed twenty minutes later, and left the hotel.
Sarah, in the driver's seat, asked,
"Where to, Yu-jin-nim? Most places are closed late. Circle the neighborhood?"
"Head to the outskirts. Weapons ready?"
"Pardon? Yes, but..."
I checked the rearview. My eyes gleamed golden.
"Spotted something weird passing by before. Kinda creepy, but with your skills and my help, we'll manage."
I pointed the direction.