King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 988 - 988 975 Dont Count on Luck Youre Not Cut Out

Chapter 988: Chapter 975: Don’t Count on Luck, You’re Not Cut Out for It Chapter 988: Chapter 975: Don’t Count on Luck, You’re Not Cut Out for It “Even after being chopped into this state, it still retains some activity. Truly worthy of being a Ghoul!” Muria gazed at the ghastly remains of the Ghoul he had dismembered into one hundred and eight pieces, and couldn’t help but let out a faint murmur of admiration.

Because, even after being dismembered to such an extent by Muria, these pieces of flesh were still squirming slightly, even attempting to converge towards the center, trying to reassemble into a whole.

“I wonder, what level of regenerative ability a high-tier Ghoul, or the legendary Ghoul King at the origin of all Ghouls, possesses?” A look of anticipation and longing emerged in Muria’s eyes, “If the chance arises, I’ll cut them to test.”

“Now it’s time to deal with the scene, and sum up the gains.” Muria introspected his own body; although he hardly suffered any significant harm in the battle, his body still bore some minor injuries due to the clash with this Ghoul, which was far superior to him in physical prowess.

However, this was not the main issue. His greatest loss was the Qi Wheel within his body, for the vast Cloud Sea propping up the Qi Wheel had drastically shrunk due to his outburst, and the Qi Wheel itself was extremely dim, showing tendencies of collapsing, teetering on the edge of breaking apart.

Fortunately, the Qi Wheel had not yet collapsed. At such a level, he could recover simply by meditating and recuperating for a while. Of course, regarding the intense pain that swept through his body due to the outburst, Muria remained indifferent; this level of pain, he could still endure.

“”Fifth stage, a bit over my head!” Muria stroked his chin, looking at the two Ghoul corpses in front of him. His brother need not be mentioned; dead was dead, but this female Ghoul was somewhat hard to explain.

Because the gap between this Ghoul and his own tier was simply too great, even for someone holding dual jobs as a Formal Martial Artist and a Star Armor Master, to kill a mid-tier Different Species was somewhat excessive, beyond what would be considered normal!

But when one’s techniques reach his realm, achieving such a feat is possible. However, he had no way to explain it, because this was not something that could be achieved simply by youth and talent; it required time to accumulate.

“Forget it, to avoid being regarded as a monster, I’ll cover up this battle! I’ll say I killed two low-tier Ghouls, better to keep a low profile and not draw too much attention.”

Having made his decision, Muria then set the two Ghoul corpses aflame, watching them gradually turn to ashes in the Flames.

“Time to go home, Susanna must be frantic by now!” After handling everything, Muria walked out of the dilapidated tube building, glanced at the sky, and then left the place.

Not long after he left, a group of special agents dressed in white overcoats appeared in the home of the sibling Ghouls, examining the ash on the ground and the traces of battle in the room, starting to collect data.

“This is interesting, we had just set our sights on this Ghoul, and someone else has already slaughtered it!”

“Hmm! It seems to be an accident; there are no signs of violent intrusion outside the house. This indicates that the entity responsible for killing these two Ghouls entered in a peaceful manner.”

“Does that mean they were fished out?” a man in white, evidently serving some Secret Agency, revealed a peculiar expression.

“But it wasn’t our doing.”

“So who was it?”

“A very terrifying person!”

“Terrifying? What’s so terrifying about them?”

“Look at the traces of battle left inside the house. Almost all of them were left by the mid-tier Ghoul. As for the existence that killed the Ghouls, almost no trace has been found, except for these few footprints on the ground. Do you know what this means?”

“The guy who stole our prey has an incredible control over his strength. Each of his attacks landed on the Ghoul, which is why he left no other traces.”

“Interesting, search all the surveillance in this area; I want to know who this guy is?”

“No need to check!” At this moment, a white-clothed agent, who was measuring the only set of three pairs of footprints left by Muria on the floor, stood up.

“What’s the matter?”

“Through big data comparison, we’ve found that the Ghoul was killed by a Star Armor Master clad in Young Phoenix Star Armor!”

“A formal member of the Douglas Clan? Pssh, those folks who always look down on everyone else!”

“No wonder. Well then, there’s no need to follow up on this matter, let’s pull out!”

…

In the following days, Muria would fish in Capital Dorvalier from time to time, treating it as a spice in the monotony of his work and training. At the same time, he did not forget to notify the Golden Dragon Mother, who had already stayed in the city, to inform Ansol, who had run into the Outdoors, searching the Relic for Martial Arts secrets.

Howl!

In the desolate urban Relic, a hideous Giant Beast roared skyward at the silhouette hovering in the Sky; it was a robust figure enveloped in pure white Martial Dao Aura, hovering midair.

Despite the considerable difference in size compared to the Giant Beast below, the constantly howling Giant Beast seemed to radiate a false bravado, indicating that it was the oppressed one.

Indifferent to the howling of the Giant Beast below, the robust figure floating in the air descended to the ground within the Martial Dao Aura, then looked up at the Giant Beast that was roaring at him,

Howl!

With just one glance, the Giant Beast felt an immense oppression. It whimpered, prostrated on the ground, and then its eyes revealed a very human-like hesitation. Finally, it rolled over to expose its soft, snow-white abdomen.

Ignoring the submissive beast, the man was solely focused on the dilapidated building that the Giant Beast had used as its nest. This building was known as the Martial Arts Hall three hundred years ago, a place where Martial Artists would teach and pass on their knowledge.

Within such Relics, there was a certain chance of finding Martial Arts Classics. However, it was more likely to find nothing, as those Martial Artists would not brazenly engrave their secret texts on stone tablets or the like.

Thus, even though he had wandered the Wilderness for five years, his gains were minimal. His sole reward had been the enhancement of his strength through battles with Native species in the Wilderness, refining his Martial Arts talent ever deeper.

Three hundred years ago, his Martial Arts prowess would have been honored as that of a grandmaster, deserving of founding a school and teaching disciples.

Soon, the man who had entered the Relic to search emerged empty-handed. However, he wasn’t surprised by this result; he was accustomed to it. Finding something would have been the true surprise.

Beep! Beep-beep!

As he unfolded an old map he carried with him, preparing to locate his next target, the Communicator on his person began to ring.

The man paused for a moment, then reached down to his waist where he carried the Communicator like an accessory, and answered it, to find a beautiful, blonde woman appearing on the screen.

“I’ve found Muria!”

“Hmm,” the man replied with a steady voice.

“He has reincarnated into the Douglas family because his Star compatibility is 64.68%, making him an official member now.”

“Hmm,” the man’s expression remained cold, showing no hint of envy.

“Recently, I informed Muria of the existence of Martial Artists, so he wants to become one too. He has submitted an application to the Douglas family and has obtained access to the family’s data archive, allowing him to browse all Martial Arts Classics collected by the Douglas family at will.”

“…” Hearing this, the corners of the man’s lips twitched fiercely, yet he did not make a sound.

“Come back soon, stop trying your luck outdoors; it’s not your thing. Your son now has more Martial Arts Classics than he can read in a short time.”

“I understand,” Ansol nodded, having received the news that was somewhat lemon-inducing, without any refusals. He was not a person to be falsely modest or overly concerned with appearances.

Moreover, his fall to this state was purely due to bad luck. It was no fault of the battle.

…

“Mom, I’m going to a party and might return very late. Don’t wait for me for dinner,” Muria, who had concluded his training sessions, walked down the stairs and greeted Susanna, who sat watching an entertainment program on the couch, before preparing to head out for some fun.

“Be safe on the road, and remember to come back early.”

“Got it.” Muria, who had already opened the front door, stepped out and then closed it.

At this moment, Susanna, still sitting on the couch, kept her gaze on the main door, deep in thought. After a long while, she picked up her Communicator and dialed a number.

“What’s the matter?” A steady male voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Hire two senior Star Armor Masters and send them over.”

“…” There was a moment of silence from the other end of the Communicator before a response came, “Our family isn’t a mint, and the money I make doesn’t come from thin air.”

“Jelos has recently been hunting Different Species! I want you to hire some powerful Star Armor Masters to protect him.”

Susanna said calmly, seated on the couch. Her son had suddenly changed his previous routine, and naturally, she investigated, leading to the current scenario. Of course, it was mainly because Muria had not completely hidden his intentions from her.

“Is he hunting Mutated species? I remember that’s part of the extracurricular practice for Star Armor trainees in their third year! The school arranges these activities, and they’ll naturally send strong Star Armor Masters for protection. There’s no need for me to waste money on that.”

“But your grandson is only in his first year; can’t you even remember that?” Susanna’s voice held a chill, “Is there anything else in your mind besides making money?”

“Haha, Jelos is my grandson; of course, I won’t forget. So, you’re saying the kid went out on his own to hunt Different Species? In that case, there is indeed some risk. I’ll send a squad of mercenaries right now.”

“There must be at least two high-ranking Star Armor Masters!”

“I know.”