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Chapter 398: News (Long - Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 398: Chapter 398: News (Long Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The murmurs came quickly and left just as swiftly.

He Ao only felt a brief moment of confusion before the quiet returned to his ears.

Was it a hallucination?

He furrowed his brows and waited for a while.

The faint murmuring voice did not reappear.

Theoretically, with his current spiritual power, he shouldn’t be prone to hallucinations.

After pondering for a moment, he suppressed the doubt in his heart.

In the Copy World, all C-levels hear similar murmurs. If the murmuring just now was real, it was impossible that only he heard it. He could ask Yang De later, as well as the C-levels on Daybreak’s side.

He looked toward the satellite phone in his hand and dialed the number.

"Hello," the call connected quickly, "Good day, Mr. Hu Wen. Is there something you need?"

On the other end was Noding, Daybreak’s liaison with He Ao in Alano.

"You mentioned before that your superior, Daybreak’s person in charge in Alano, is called a Secret Art Mage? Can I meet with him?"

He Ao asked softly.

There was a pause on the other end, followed by an apologetic chuckle, "Mr. Hu Wen, the Secret Art Mage has just happened to be out on business these past few days. How about we reschedule for another time? I’ll contact you once he returns."

"Hm?"

He Ao raised his eyebrows.

He had previously met with Noding’s ’Boss’ behind the scenes, the B-level who was suspected to have taken the core processor from the Tower.

In theory, since he now counted as one of the ’Boss’s’ subordinates, being a C-level, he shouldn’t be refused a meeting with another C-level under the same Boss, especially one operating in the same region.

Unless it was a power move.

But that seemed unlikely; such a tactic was too crude, easily reflecting badly on the ’Boss’ above.

He Ao was not just any recruit; he was a bona fide C-level, with combat strength at the top of his class.

"Mr. Hu Wen, I’m truly sorry. The Secret Art Mage really is occupied with an urgent matter that just came up and has left as the Boss instructed. As soon as he returns, I’ll contact him to meet with you," Noding hurriedly apologized upon hearing He Ao’s doubtful tone.

"Using the Boss to pressure me?"

He Ao’s voice was cold.

"Not at all, not at all," Noding hurriedly explained, "It’s true, the Secret Art Mage has a mission and has left."

"Then send me some information on the Secret Art Mage," said He Ao, his tone betraying no emotion.

"Mr. Hu Wen, I don’t have the Secret Art Mage’s information."

Noding’s sound became more flustered, "The Secret Art Mage is highly valued by the Boss. When he goes out, he always conceals his identity, so I can’t see what he looks like, nor do I have his detailed information."

"Did he mention how long he would be gone, or what he was going to do?" He Ao asked calmly.

"That’s a secret..."

"Hm?"

"He just left this afternoon. He said he’d be gone for about three to five days, heading to the Tia Empire. He seemed very rushed, as if he had just received the orders himself."

"What else?"

"He also said not to contact him, that he might be out of touch once there. If I can’t reach him, he told me not to panic, as he would contact me immediately upon his return."

"Alright then, I’ll visit him another day,"

He Ao hung up the call.

He could sense Noding’s discomfort, caught between two superiors—that’s the toughest way to live.

Of course, he didn’t truly hold anything against Noding. The pressure was just a tactic, making an impossible request to get a message that would have been difficult to obtain otherwise.

As the ’newcomer,’ Noding was still wary of him; without applying pressure, Noding wouldn’t have provided those details voluntarily.

By posing a reasonable, yet impossible request, one can legitimize another request, which may be unreasonable but achievable.

The ’Boss’ behind the Secret Art Mage, holding onto the processor brought from the ruins, must have found something to suddenly send the Secret Art Mage on a ’business trip.’

The Secret Art Mage is someone the ’Boss’ esteems, to the point of allowing him to shroud his identity.

Dispatching the Secret Art Mage to drop everything and embark on a mission indicates the importance of the task to him, but also that he cannot get involved in it personally for some reason.

Satellite phones are now highly advanced; as long as the area is relatively open, there should be a signal.

When a satellite phone can’t connect, it’s usually somewhere with significant signal interference, like a very deep cave or an area known to disrupt communication.

But if you’re heading to such places, you’d know beforehand whether to expect a signal or not.

The way the Secret Art Mage spoke, it seemed he was unsure.

That suggests before going there, he doesn’t know the specifics of the place.

Maybe it’s a place no one has ever been to, so there’s no precedent?

He Ao realized he had stumbled upon some sort of secret, but with too little information, he couldn’t draw any conclusions.

He sighed and walked toward the shore.

It was still worth maintaining his influence in Alano, having such an identity solved many problems.

——

Xidu

By this time, He Ao’s main body had finished breakfast and entered the university.

"He Ao, over here!"

Yuan Nannan was holding a higher mathematics book, waving her hand.

Most of their classes had been together recently, and Liu Nan and Yuan Nannan usually sat beside him. The trio was getting accustomed to this arrangement.

At this moment, Liu Nan hadn’t arrived yet. Yuan Nannan was sitting in a rear seat, saving nearby spots.

This class was higher mathematics.

Xidu University might be a prestigious institution, but that didn’t prevent everyone from scrambling for the back row during math class.

The seats that filled up first in higher mathematics were always the first two rows and the last two rows.

Those eager to excel tried to sit closer to the teacher, while those looking to slack off tried to sit as far from the teacher as possible.

He Ao had chosen a calculus teacher from Xidu University’s whitelist known for not flunking students, not calling roll, and giving high grades.

During the final exams, no matter what, he would always try his best to get your score up to at least sixty points. Moreover, his lectures were humorous and engaging, often using animated cartoons as examples.

He Ao calmly walked over to Yuan Nannan, and the students around naturally made way for him.

"Hurry, hurry, He Ao, did you do the homework you assigned last class? It’s due today, quick, let me copy it."

Yuan Nannan hurriedly asked before He Ao had even settled down.

When He Ao first met Yuan Nannan, she was a bit influenced by the rumors and didn’t really dare to initiate conversation with him.

But after attending one or two classes together, she became much more familiar with him.

"Aren’t there reference answers in the back of the book?"

He Ao put down his backpack with a puzzled look, taking out his calculus book and homework notebook.

"Damn, those are reference answers?"

Yuan Nannan cursed as she snatched the homework notebook from He Ao’s hand, then casually flipped to the reference answers at the back of her own calculus book,

"Look at this, first question, answer: -ln2 (process omitted). He just gives an answer, right? And this one is even worse, third question: omitted.

He doesn’t even give me the answer!!"

He Ao shook his head, smiling helplessly as he continued to take out stationery and a notebook, placing his phone on the desk before sitting down.

At this moment, Yuan Nannan, who had already started feverishly copying, suddenly looked up at him with a puzzled expression, then lowered her head to continue copying.

Her hands moved like a blur, class was about to start, and teaching assistants usually collected homework before class. Time was tight for her; every second counted.

It was then that He Ao felt the noisy classroom fall into a brief silence.

Followed by the sound of deliberately slow footsteps.

He Ao didn’t look up, but continued to preview today’s lesson.

"He Ao, you seem a bit different today."

A gentle and crisp voice came from beside him.

It was Liu Nan, who usually was the only one to cause such a stir.

He Ao glanced sideways.

Today, Liu Nan was wearing a cream-colored knitted sweater, matched with a light coffee checked skirt, and a delicate brown bow tie around her fair neck.

Her hair was lightly curled, adding a touch of maturity to her vivid cheeks.

The mature hairstyle combined with her collegiate attire exuded a mix of innocence and allure.

At this moment, some students’ gazes still lingered on Liu Nan, both male and female.

And Liu Nan seemed accustomed to such gazes.

However, He Ao’s gaze didn’t linger on her. After a glance to confirm it was Liu Nan, he turned back to his book, "What’s different?"

"How to put it..."

Liu Nan casually sat down.

She used to sit between Yuan Nannan and He Ao, but now, as Yuan Nannan was next to He Ao copying homework, she sat on He Ao’s other side.

She took out a water bottle, unscrewed the cap, tilted her head as if thinking, organizing her words.

After a moment, she lifted her head to look at He Ao, speaking slowly, "You seem more approachable now."

"Upstairs +1"

Yuan Nannan, still busily copying homework on the side, quickly chimed in, "Before, I always thought you were like a demon head who killed without blinking."

"And now?"

He Ao looked at her.

"Now..." Yuan Nannan paused for a moment, seemingly in thought, "Now at least you’re a demon head who blinks before killing."

"No, actually I kill without blinking," He Ao corrected her, his aura gradually becoming colder, "I specifically kill those who say I kill without blinking."

"Huh?"

Yuan Nannan, who was scribbling away fiercely, was taken aback and then lifted her gaze to look at the frosty-faced He Ao.

She carefully cradled the homework notebook,

"You’re joking, right?"

She looked at He Ao’s increasingly cold cheeks.

"Right...?"

Pitiful, weak, helpless, and her homework still not copied.

At that moment, Yuan Nannan finally remembered the fear that He Ao’s terrifying legends had instilled in her.

She had even heard rumors about He Ao eating children.

Seeing Yuan Nannan’s increasingly shrinking form, He Ao’s face was cold, his tone chilling,

"Yes."

"Pfft—"

Liu Nan, who was drinking water at the side, sprayed it out, splashing the table.

She then hurriedly looked for tissue paper to wipe the table.

He Ao casually handed her a pack of tissues from his backpack under the desk.

"Wow!!!"

Yuan Nannan, who had thought she was about to die, suddenly felt a sense of relief from escaping calamity, "He Ao, you shouldn’t scare people like that."

"I don’t scare people," He Ao shook his head, "There’s something even more terrifying."

He gestured with his mouth for Yuan Nannan to look towards the door.

The teacher’s assistant was walking into the classroom from outside.

"My goodness!!!"

Yuan Nannan slammed her homework notebook onto the desk with a smack, and once again began to scribble furiously.

He Ao smiled and returned his gaze to the desk.

At this moment, his phone screen had lit up without him noticing, displaying a message from Yang De sent through the foundation’s software,

[Did you hear that strange ’sound’ just now?]