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Chapter 621 - 321: Don’t Come Around Anymore, I Don’t Want to See You (Asking for Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month!)_2

Chapter 621: Chapter 321: Don’t Come Around Anymore, I Don’t Want to See You (Asking for Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month!)_2

Hearing this, the old man’s expression darkened.

He pointed at his own face:

"See this?

This is what I looked like when I was young!

I was once so handsome and dashing, countless ladies, even M-women, sisters, housewives...

Too many wonderful memories!

Look at my body!

Strong, omnipotent...

I could live at least two hundred years, all of it high quality time...

But it’s useless!

I’ve been duped!

Those three old dogs tricked me!

Now I can’t even get out!"

A Gang Wind, filled with the force of strangulation, formed out of nowhere with the fluctuation of the old man’s emotions, roaring around him but miraculously was confined to about ten centimeters outside his body, not affecting anything in the small space.

This precision in control was far better than Dean’s.

"Phew~"

After venting a bit, the old man casually dispersed the Gang Wind surrounding him and turned to Brian with a serious face, "If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine, but seeing that you know my grandson, I’ll give you a piece of advice: if you want to break through to Third Rank Life, stay away from the NW headquarters base, there’s some nasty stuff here!"

Saying this, he stared straight at Brian.

"Ah?"

Brian was taken aback, then as if realizing something, he smiled and nodded, "Okay, Mr. Bush."

Playing coy, huh?

Then I won’t listen.

This left the old man dumbfounded.

Wait, aren’t you curious how those three old dogs gave you special treatment?

He looked at Brian, who showed no curiosity, and couldn’t help but take the initiative to remind him, "Don’t you have anything else you want to say?"

Brian nodded, "Yes, I do."

The old man smiled, "Say it, just say it.."

Brian also smiled, "Well... I have some other matters, can we go get my stuff now?"

The old man couldn’t smile anymore.

He gave Brian a thumbs up, "You and that Dean, you guys are despicable!"

According to the old man’s instruction.

Brian fetched a small silver-white box from a row of safes.

The box surface had some intricate designs that looked like Angels, looking very classy and tactile.

The old man grimaced, "Place the box on this platform. Right, what’s your Third Level title?"

"Disaster!"

"Disaster?", the old man glanced at Brian’s handsome, gentle face, nodded, and waved his hand through the air as if writing letters.

The next moment.

A blue laser shot from the ceiling, branding the box with a line of exquisite font: Disaster, NW...

Besides that, there were some phrases about NW organization’s culture.

It looked like a poem.

In short, very flashy.

During the wait, Brian curiously asked, "What’s inside the box?"

"A custom-made liquid metal combat suit, highly flexible and capable of self-repair, and is practical enough that it wouldn’t stand out too much if worn daily.

Plus, there’s an exclusive ring that only high-ranking NW members have. It has a number on it.

If I remember correctly, the number on the ring inside this box is thirteen, and your record will also change to Disaster, Thirteen, the date and month of your promotion to Third Level.."

Saying this, the old man flashed his ring finger.

There was a ring with a Holy Angel kneeling and praying in a 3D hologram.

It was clear he liked this ring.

"Thirteen..."

Brian suddenly recalled an experience with potent drugs..

He unconsciously touched his lower back, "That’s a nice number, matches my title. So, am I the thirteenth person in NW to receive this ring?"

The old man nodded, "Not every Third Level personnel gets a ring, it signifies real power. I too was once the center of attention, but due to bad luck, to ensure the prosperity of the family, in the end I... well, let’s not talk about those things now, kid, the box is ready, you can go!"

Not getting any curious facts from Brian, he felt as if ants were crawling on him.

Itchy, and unreachable!

Annoying!

Brian didn’t care.

He picked up the box, ready to leave.

But the old man still couldn’t help but sigh, "Well, even though I don’t know why those three old dogs treat you so specially, from the density of your body, I can tell you’re a young man with terrifying talent, who will sooner or later reach the threshold of Third Rank Life."

He didn’t care about Brian’s reaction, and continued on his own, "Third Rank involves the level of consciousness, or rather, the soul, the true soul. The reason I said Dean can’t teach you is because of his unique situation, a normal Third Rank Life..."

The old man pointed at his own forehead, "After breaking through, something marvelous happens here, cultivating and giving birth to Life Magnetism, even allowing you to see the true nature of this world. Dean’s Life Magnetism, however, originates from his heart, haha, although he hides it, I know that’s not his heart, haha..."

He laughed to himself a couple of times, then continued:

"I said before, Mutants actually have an easier time breaking through to Third Rank Life because of their special condition.

Mutants become uncontrollable, driven by a special substance in the Blood Moon Radiation, which prompts them to unconsciously reveal the dark side of their emotions during emotional surges, leading to potentially fatal lapses in rationality.

During this process, their consciousness is constantly merging with those special energies."