After spending nearly an hour chatting with Lucara on her stoop, Bas headed straight to his part-time job as a valet. He was the swiftest and strongest who worked for the hotel and was given special privileges. The returning customers would often ask for him by name.
After spending four hours making tips, he arrived at his second job as a dishwasher. He was the best and swiftest dishwasher in the entire franchise.
After his shift, Bas was in the middle of downtown Little Kennesaw, walking toward the hoverbay where he parked his bike.
Little Kennesaw was littered with older buildings and looked like a classic city. It starkly contrasted the metropolis behind the hills, where all the architecture was super advanced. In Little Kennesaw, most people still drove automobiles, which were banned in Kennesaw Metropolis. No vehicle that operated through oil could be used in the advanced city.
Many people walked the streets of Little Kennesaw at night, shopping at food stalls or performing underhanded services. Bas turned right down an alley full of abandoned properties that he traveled almost every night, as it was a shortcut to his hoverbike. However, when he got halfway down the alley, he heard some mysterious voices coming from the dark yard of one of these abandoned houses.
Hesitating for half a second, Bas decided to investigate this odd occurrence, as this place was rather close to his mother's apartment. He climbed over the metal fence where the source of the voices came from. Hiding among the bushes, Bas rushed forward until his spiritual sense could pick up the vibration of voices.
"Do we really need to wait on Luke? Taking over this city would be no problem," said the husky voice of a middle-aged man.
"We cannot act rashly. If anyone discovers that we plan to break the treaty, we'll be killed for sure," replied a skinny, scholarly-looking man. His voice was light and airy.
"What fucking treaty?! That's only an excuse to hog all the resources for themselves. I say we take over the mayor's office tonight. Who can stop us? The mayor is a mere Hunt Neophyte, Fifth Class," spat an impatient-sounding younger man. "Who should we frame?"
"Luke has plenty of options for that with such unique abilities. This is why it's better to just work for Luke, and then we can carry out the plan. This city will be ours no matter what, and every rogue hunter will join us or be slaughtered!"
By now, Bas had already heard enough. He decisively sneaked away just as he came.
A group of hunter bandits wanted to overthrow the city, and their boss was apparently some guy named Luke. Really, Bas felt confident he could defeat one or two of these bandits, but the one who looked like a scholar was actually a terrifying Hunt Expert, Fourth Class. Bas couldn't get a good read on the guy's soul power level from this distance.
A pity...
"Well...this isn't my problem. This city is only a temporary stop for me. My mother is too weak to defend herself currently. It's not worth getting involved." Bas shook his head sternly.
They wanted to take over Kennesaw City, but so what?
Bas didn't need to pay attention to some city in Mortalee, as it was a major waste of his time to be here. As long as they didn't affect his peaceful formulation or harm his family, Bas couldn't be bothered with this issue. It's not like being a hunter made one a superhero. The spiritual ryms in Mortalee were so thin and brittle Bas knew that this land was the slums of the hunter world.
Becoming a hunter in an environment like this was nearly impossible, so it was called the Mortal Realm.
Of course, didn't that mean those who became hunters here had astounding talent?
"If I were to intervene in this city's problems prematurely and they targeted my mother, who would I be able to cry to?" Bas thought to himself as he quickly moved away. "This is a world where only the strong make the rules, and I'm still too weak. How easy would it be to use one of the many origin scripts I have committed to memory? This is pointless. I plan to use this knowledge to become this era's premier Record Producer. I'll develop a premium soul record, various rym records, and hunt skills, and I'll use the destiny upon Sebastian King's body to achieve it. Hmph."
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On the eighth floor of a groovy-looking apartment complex, in apartment 888, Bas was enduring a terrible tongue-lashing from the current evil serpent that was usually his dear and sweet mother. His younger siblings both sat in the the living room enjoying the show. However, his elder sister stood next to his mother, scowling in kind.
"Suspended AGAIN *cough*," Eureka King was completely livid. "Was it worth making your poor mother bow and apologize to the dean and all of the teachers? Do you imagine me as a mere servant to these mortals? Do you also think I deserve to have no pride in my self? That I am undeserving of respect?"
Hearing such words, Bas truly didn't know what to say. Perhaps he really should have held back, he definitely didn't want his mother sacrificing her dignity. This was a mistake.
Eureka didn't see the shame in her son's eyes, as his head was held high, and she was a lot smaller.
What was wrong with this brat, lately?
He went from being a totally introverted hunter-nerd to becoming a smooth-talking and slightly cantankerous rabble-rouser. Eureka was at her wits end with her son, the boy was more difficult to deal with than even his father lately. They were already exiled from the family, did Sebastian want them to be destitute and homeless as well?
If only she wasn't sick, then Mirocca and Sebastian wouldn't have to deal with so much alone.