The gold mining mission was successful, although it didn't go as smoothly as expected. Bardahon's spaceship arrived on planet Vaxer and the mines began to be unloaded.
Although this was a successful mission that brought huge profits, the mood of the Egoxar family was not as usual. To keep her face, Jenzigh always smiled and acted as if nothing had happened.
The star that always shone and was surrounded by people who admired it, had now dimmed. The man, who was always sought after at the beginning of the mission, had now been abandoned as if he was the dregs of mining.
Rohan had been banished. He was no longer everyone's favourite after that incident. Everyone turned their backs on him and stayed away from him.
Being ignored like this honestly felt foreign to Rohan. However, he didn't really care about it.
He was also fed up with the smiles of hypocrites who had only been trying to take advantage of him. It was better if they had their backs on him than to face him with disgusting masks.
Getting off the ship, Rohan didn't rest in the room like the others. He immediately took his bike and sped away towards the house of someone he had not seen in a long time.
On the other side of the planet, a huge forest stretched out. It took a few days for Rohan to reach there.
Porux Forest. Its name was taken from the ancient language of the ancient people of the planet Vaxer. It had the meaning: Red roof.
Porux forest was covered with trees that had large trunks and thick, dark red coin-shaped leaves that grew densely to form a round roof that stretched for kilometres across the sky.
Rohan's motorbike rode on dry land that only got little sunlight. Rows of leaves hanging down made the forest didn't look too empty.
The Porux Forest may look uninhabited. But there was a house that looked like a hill of junk in the middle. The house was protected by a transparent bubble that rendered it invisible and would electrical-shock everything that touched it mercilessly.
However, as an electric controller, Rohan just needed to absorb the electric shock into his body and send it to the ground. He penetrated the protective bubble as easily as usual.
Rohan got off his motorbike and left it in front of the big gap of the junk hill. He walked down the dark alley until a voice echoes there,
"You come again, huh?"
"As you can see," Rohan replied without stopping his steps.
"How do you know whether I accept you or not?" asked the old-man voice.
"How do you know whether I care about your opinion or not?" Rohan replied.
Rohan's steps stopped at an old, full-of-rust metal door. He pushed it open and stepped inside. Just like the outside, the house was also full of trash on the inside. The smell of rust was annoyingly strong there.
"What brings you here, brat?" The voice was heard again, even though the person who spoke was nowhere to be seen.
"Certainly not because I miss you," Rohan replied as he continued to walk deeper into the house.
The laughter from the old man's voice sounded hoarse. "Of course. You always come only when you want something. Just so you know; I've been raising the fee since two years ago,"
A small smirk curled on Rohan's lips. He again opened a door which led him to an empty room with five similarly shaped doors. He took a door on the left and opened it.
Greenish light with silhouettes of bubbles reflected on his face. "You know my money is unlimited, aren't you?"
It was a small tank filled with a transparent, slightly greenish-coloured liquid. The tank looked like a jar, supported by a simple robot body made of junk. The robot's form was only limited to an iron drawer chest with four-wheeled legs and two tentacles with three claws.
The greenish liquid in the tank soaked the head of an old man with horse-tailed white hair and always-opened blue eyes. Wires seemed to stick to his forehead and the largest cable stuck in the lower part of the back of his neck which was cut in half to his jaw.
"What else brought you here, Rohan Egoxar?"
The voice came again. Yes, it was the sound of the head in the tank. His lips didn't move, but his eyes kept on staring at Rohan. He spoke through his brain connected to the large computer cables behind him.
"Something you offer: The information," Rohan replied while sitting on a sofa. He frowned. "Hey, old man. This couch will kill the ass of whoever sits on it, you know that?"
"You think I care? I can't even sit on it," The head replied.
"Aren't you at least serving your customers well, Vitak?"
"Since my only customer has been you for the past five years, I don't have to worry about that, brat."
Vitak Orland, a human scientist who spent almost his entire life doing research and exploring various planets. As he recalled, he was 499 years old now. However, he was probably more than that because his brain power had decreased somewhat in the last fifty years.
It seemed that technology was not able to keep up with the fast movement of cells in the human body. In the end, all the technology created by Vitak and his late son was powerless to keep him alive for much longer.
"It's going to be a hundred Cugs," Vitak said.
"I haven't even said the information I need. And, a hundred Cugs? You want to make a brain factory or what?" Rohan replied in disbelief.
"You said your money was unlimited. I need a hundred because I believe you won't necessarily come again for the future decades. I don't want to die from decreasing power supply or live the rest of my life as a slave to villains. This place should stay hidden."
"Your brain is getting funnier, it seems," Rohan muttered as he shook his head slowly.
"All right," he continued. "One hundred Cug crystals. I'll bring them after this."
Even though Rohan was a villain, no one ever doubted his words. Besides being famous for his strength, Rohan Egoxar was also famous as a man of his word. And everyone had proven it.
"So, what information do you seek?" Vitak asked.
"All the information you have about magical power stones," Rohan replied.
Silence with bubbles and buzz on the computer machine sounds answered Rohan's words.
"Hahahaha!" Vitak's loud laughter erupted from all the speakers located in various corners of the junk house.
Rohan's face remained straight. He wished he could throw his fist at the flat face of the old man in front of him.
Unfortunately, the face and skull had been out of function for hundreds of years. Now, his stupid brain had merged with the computer.
Then, Rohan raised his index finger. From that finger, he emitted a blinding bright round white light.
Vitak's laughter died down. He went silent as Rohan dimmed the white light and changed its colour to greenish.
Never in his life had Vitak felt such a great source of power. The fact that such immense power was emanating from the fingertip of the punk in front of him made him even more stunned.
"What.. is that.."
"Where's your laugh go?" Rohan smirked crookedly.
"Where did you get that much power from? There's no way a Helomus core ball can produce even half that power," Vitak asked seriously. There was no more humour in his voice.
"The thing you laughed about earlier; magical power stone."
Vitak was silent for a while. As Rohan reabsorbed the power, he cleared his throat and started to speak. "Come on.. I was just kidding. You were asking what has been known as a stupid legend. Your parents will even laugh at that,"
"So..." Vitak continued. "Can I see it? Where do you put it?"