Chapter 21: Job Appointment: Mystic Tool Master! Hemp Rope Transformation!
Su Chen’s heart shook as he looked at the huge shadow in the sky, even faintly hearing a rumbling sound.
That shadow didn’t look very regular, as if it had been split in half from the middle.
“Why does it look like a pair of… wings?” Su Chen’s throat rolled; this feeling didn’t last long before the shadow gradually disappeared.
Around him, the students who had collapsed on the ground also got up, their faces showing no embarrassment but rather excitement as they discussed it.
“What level do you think this professional is? Such a huge shadow—it must be a powerful physical profession professional.”
“It looks like wings. I heard that some powerful professionals’ bodies also undergo mutations.”
“The last passage of a powerful professional was like five years ago. Thank you…”
Many students bowed toward the direction the shadow had departed, expressing their gratitude.
The city wasn’t absolutely safe either; dangers lurked in the mist, sometimes even attacking the city.
The passage of a powerful professional could strongly deter certain things and even avert dangers.
“Can truly powerful professionals cross the mist?” Su Chen murmured softly. His predecessor’s memories spanned more than a decade; without environmental stimuli, many memories were hard to recall.
This firsthand experience was far more vivid than anything in his memories.
“Of course, many powerful professionals can do things beyond imagination.” A voice suddenly came from behind. Su Chen jumped in fright and turned around abruptly to see a middle-aged man with a broad face.
“Uh…” Su Chen sized up the other man, feeling unfamiliar. He had specifically memorized the faces of the main school leaders.
“This batch of key training class students has a good foundation.” Yuan Chenyang, disguised, looked at the young man before him with appreciation in his eyes.
Even the casually emitted life prestige of a higher-tier professional was unbearable for ordinary people.
Almost all the students had fallen, but this one stood straight.
Class over?
Su Chen looked at the group coming out of the building—they should be from the mental training class.
Does this guy think I’m from the mental training class too?
But where’s Old Bai?
Su Chen looked left and right, noticing the bald head nearby also scanning around, probably looking for someone too.
He opened the spirit communication device and found that Bai Fengxi had replied at some point.
“Leave it with you for now; I’ve got things to do these next few days.”
With Old Bai absent, Su Chen felt mentally exhausted and simply went back to sleep.
“Little Bai didn’t come?” Yuan Chenyang’s thick eyebrows twitched, his expression changing slightly. “I’ve been so focused on investigating that thief lately that I almost forgot the timing—Little Bai is probably about to undergo job appointment.”
“It should have already started; it’s useless to go now.” Yuan Chenyang shook his head helplessly, then turned to look but didn’t see the young man from earlier.
“He left?”
He had wanted to ask the students in front of him about the young man, but they stared at him warily.
Yuan Chenyang then realized that he’d been operating in disguise while searching for that thief during this time.
If he revealed his signature bald head and these students crowded around calling him principal with admiring faces, it would be quite awkward.
“He can’t run off anyway.”
Discovering a promising talent improved Yuan Chenyang’s mood, which had been ruined by the thief these past few days.
“Hmm…” On second thought, he remembered Su Chen, whom he had arranged to enter the training class, and his face darkened slightly.
“Whatever, what if he’s also talented? Let’s go take a look.”
Yuan Chenyang made his way to another teaching building and called out Instructor Zheng, who was in the middle of class.
“Minister Yuan?” Instructor Zheng said in surprise, involuntarily straightening his body.
Yuan Chenyang had already reverted to his true appearance and didn’t say much, just stating, “Call that Su Chen out.”
“Su Chen?” Instructor Zheng’s gaze flickered evasively.
“What’s wrong?” Yuan Chenyang frowned.
“He… didn’t come.” Instructor Zheng said helplessly.
“Didn’t come today?” Yuan Chenyang’s expression turned unpleasant.
“Hasn’t come at all.” Instructor Zheng glanced at Yuan Chenyang. “Hasn’t shown up since selecting his profession in the first class.”
“What!” Yuan Chenyang erupted in fury, berating, “You don’t care about a student like that?”
Instructor Zheng hesitated to speak. He had wanted to, but after contacting Wei Zhigao, he learned Su Chen had gone through this Minister Yuan’s channels.
He was from the inspection department originally, so after thinking it over, he dropped it.
Yuan Chenyang also realized this and swallowed his anger, asking again, “What profession did he select?”
“Swift Walker”
“First Order Superior?” Yuan Chenyang’s face darkened as he instantly realized something—was this kid planning to sell profession information?
“Get him…” Yuan Chenyang hadn’t expected the other to use such a trick to deceive Little Bai.
First Order Superior profession information could fetch a good price on the black market.
He had wanted to expel him directly, but on second thought, since he had arranged for the person to enter and expelling him after just a few days would be embarrassing.
“Do this: when his audit time comes, use the strictest standards against him!” he ordered.
Instructor Zheng was momentarily stunned, unsure if this was sarcasm or serious.
“Don’t overthink it; do exactly as I say.” Yuan Chenyang added.
“Yes.” Instructor Zheng responded solemnly.
Yuan Chenyang left displeased, touched his armband to pull up the virtual screen, and sent a message: “Keep an eye on the black market in the city. If Swift Walker profession information goes up for sale, tell me immediately.”
“Yes!”
Yuan Chenyang thought of a better way to handle it and sighed, “We’ll use you to teach Little Bai a lesson. She’s too kind and can’t see the dangers of the world.”
He didn’t invest too much energy in this matter; his main task was still catching that thief.
………
The next day in the early afternoon, Su Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly jolted. His forehead felt like it was coated with mint; everything around him was unprecedentedly clear.
Vaguely, he seemed able to observe the room’s outline through his eyelids.
“Hm?” Su Chen opened his eyes, and the panel appeared.
【Candlelight–Master】
【Gained trait–Spiritual Vision: Can vaguely perceive surroundings through mental power】
Two information points; proficiency seemed to only rise to master level.
Moreover, reaching master level granted a trait.
Su Chen thought of the 【Basic Combat】 that had been swallowed by 【Strongman】.
“Spiritual Vision, not bad…” Su Chen closed his eyes to experience the wondrous feeling, unsure if it was unique to the panel or if others training 【Candlelight】 to the extreme would gain it too.
“This means job appointment for Mystic Tool Master is just one step away… Whispering Trial.” Su Chen felt a bit uneasy.
So far, his job appointment conditions had been varied, but none directly faced danger like this.
The Whispering Trial carried a risk of losing control; in severe cases, one could even turn insane.
But to job appoint as Mystic Tool Master, he had to go through it.
With 【Candlelight】 just elevated to master level and his mental power abundant, he didn’t hesitate much and immediately began preparing.
He sealed the curtains, door gaps, and such completely, making the entire room absolutely quiet.
He had thought of hanging a “Do Not Disturb” sign outside the door but decided against it.
He didn’t know many people; normally, no one would look for him for a day or two, but a sign might prompt someone to knock deliberately.
After preparing everything, Su Chen took a deep breath, bared his upper body, cut his palm, and drew an inverted cross on his chest with blood.
The process wasn’t difficult; Su Chen even felt skeptical—drawing an inverted cross on the chest to hear whispers? In his previous life, that would be deemed a cult outright.
However, just as he finished drawing, before he could lower his finger, a rustling sound suddenly came to his ears, like rats scurrying.
Su Chen’s whole body went numb; he hurriedly held his breath and focused, gaining a more direct understanding of this world’s dangers.
In the darkness, time seemed to pass very slowly. The rustling in his ears gradually turned into a low, cacophonous murmur, as if many people were whispering something right by Su Chen’s ear.
He instinctively tried to hear clearly but couldn’t make it out, instead feeling dizzy and nauseous.
The dizziness grew heavier; whether eyes open or closed, the darkness he faced seemed identical.
Su Chen felt the world spinning; the sounds in his ears grew louder, his head throbbed intensely, yet he still couldn’t discern what they were saying.
It was as if flames burned before his eyes; the whole world trembled. He vaguely saw certain things burning in the sky, suspended inverted crosses.
Suddenly, he felt his body grow cold, as if enveloped by some viscous liquid.
At that moment, he opened his eyes on instinct.
He crashed into the window at almost top speed with a thud against the wall. Ignoring everything else, he tore down the curtain viciously; with a rip, dim light streamed in.
Su Chen gasped heavily, leaning against the window, his whole body soaked in sweat, heart pounding.
“Fuck…”
He had a gut feeling that if he immersed in that cold sensation just a bit longer, he wouldn’t come back. Good thing the panel popped up in time.
It wasn’t just facing death; it was an indescribable terror.
“So damn eerie…” Su Chen cursed under his breath to vent, opened the panel to distract himself.
Two golden characters–“Job Appointment”–appeared behind 【Mystic Tool Master】.
All the hard work was for this moment; Su Chen chose job appointment without hesitation.
In an instant, his body stiffened, pupils dilated, as if ice water poured into his brain. His mental power rapidly expanded; the curtain fragments he had just torn began to tremble, though the window was tightly closed with no wind in the room.
【Mystic Tool Master Job Appointment Successful】
【Gained professional ability–Mystic Tool Control: Control selected special items.】
【Gained professional ability–Mental Spike: Can use mental attack on targets.】
After a long time, the transformation ended. Su Chen struggled to adapt to the feeling; everything before his eyes was unprecedentedly clear.
Previously, his attention could only focus on one or two places; now, he could spread his mental power across the entire room, accompanied by a swelling pain in his head.
Even with eyes closed, the sensation persisted.
Due to the surging mental power, everything observed by 【Spiritual Vision】 was also clearer.
At short range, it was almost indistinguishable from eyes open; it would probably take time to adapt.
At the same time, the panel popped up again–
【Extra reward triggered, Mystic Tool Vein Hemp Rope control elevated to second order–Blue Iron Lock Cable】
This was what he had traded for when the Mystic Arts Apprentice retreated behind Su Chen.
The hemp rope hidden under his bed was pulled out by an invisible force, surging forth. The entangled vein ropes began to unravel into fine fiber strands swirling around.
Then, as if soaked by some power, their essence transformed; a cold, hard metallic sheen seeped from deep within the fibers, rapidly spreading and solidifying.
The soft hemp rope texture gradually became metallic wires gleaming with metallic sheen, then entwined into an alloy bundle only as thick as a pinky finger.
“It actually evolved into a second order item.” Su Chen’s heart raced as he looked at the dense, cold alloy bundle shimmering with metallic luster, gaining some insight:
“Mystic Tool Control seems like more than just making them fly…”
