Chapter 151 150. How The 'UNCHARTED' Does Things (2).

DING

[Trait: Machine Parasite synthesized with the <White Mask>]

<White Mask> --> < White Parasite>

[White Parasite: [RANK: ???] [Type: Item (Bound)] [Skills: <Alter> <Stealth> <Link> <Modify>]]

SHWOOMMM

"Hm?" I stared at the mask, intrigued.

The mask had now evolved into a triangular abstract art-like design, composed of many triangles combined into a mask, though there weren't any dramatic changes it still had some, and that were the triangles which were visible through a series of minute silver-coloured lines.

ZZZT-ZZT

A glitched system notification popped up in front of me as I stared at the mask.

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[Name: <White Parasite>]

[Level: 1]

[Rank: ???]

[Type: Item (Bound)]

[Skills: <Alter>, <Stealth>, <Link>, <Modify>]

[Effects:]

-> Physical damage reduction (5%)

-> Magical damage reduction (5%)

-> Mana regeneration

-> Mana amplification

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"Wha?"

*

"Hmm... so what you are saying is that the 'Machine Parasite' trait synthesized with my mask and the trait disappeared..." I mumbled while wearing the 'White Parasite' which wasn't coming off.

"At least it only reappears, pop, when I want just like, pop, before, when it was, pop, a iron man glove-like thingy..." I mumbled and tapped on my lips, testing, feeling no interference whatsoever. Why was I doing that test? Of course, because I can't kiss anyone with a mask stuck on my face!

Duh!

"This 'Alter' is nice too." I mumbled and changed the colour of my eyes to silver. My eyes were now bright silver with vertical black slits; those vertical slits weren't something I could change, but I could change what I thought I couldn't! I thought the mask would be altered and tried to change its colour to black, but instead my eye colour turned black!

And everything else remained the same, except that now, instead of firing mana beams from my palm, I can fire them from my mouth, just like a Dragon!

"But a level 1? Does that mean it will grow?" I mumbled, pondered, and didn't mind the effects because they were the same as they had been since the beginning, though I hadn't noticed the damage reduction effect.

"Modify." I murmured while staring at my white tuxedo because I had a spare if something happened to it and because I wanted to learn how it worked, though I was a little concerned because I was wearing it.

ZZZT-ZZT

Another glitched notification popped up.

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[Skill: <Modify> is currently locked.]

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"Pity..."

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

"Hm?" I stared at the door.

"My lady, are you done?" Henry asked, cheekily.

"Come in." I replied.

CLUNK

"Ready?" Henry asked and walked in, he wore a bright red mask similar to my previous mask and a black-red colour combination hooded coat that was a perfect fit for an assassin.

WHISTLE (2x)

We both whistled at same time, looking at each others outfit.

"Looking good." I complimented him.

"You too, let's go, I wanna return early and spend some time with her." He said and started walking.

"Ok." I walked out of the room and headed towards Core who was still on the computer.

"Core, announce our attack and ask the target to prepare himself to welcome me." I said as I leaned on her chair and crossed my right leg behind my left.

"Mhm." Core hummed and flitted her fingers on the keyboard.

CLI-CLICK (8x)

"Done, come back soon." She said without looking back, Henry walked in front of me and kissed her. I shook my head and started to walk towards the door after skipping the stairs.

"Mm~ bye, I'll return soon." Henry mumbled and skipped the stairs behind me.

CLUNK

"Let's hurry." I said as I skipped on the stairs.

***

[NEWS]

[Has the famous mercenary group 'Uncharted' resumed operations after a two-month hiatus?]

[We have just received a news from the mercenary group Uncharted, the 'Purple Dipper' has just informed us of their target is Ned Benson, who is the guild master of the Iron scars guild.]

[Though we have yet to know who would be the attacker.]

[We have just received word that those who have heard the news have already left the Iron Scars guild premises, and all hopes for the Iron Scars guild's survival have been forfeit.]

"Ah, f**k!" A muscular man with dark brown hair and eyes threw the remote in his hand at the 12-inch grey square shaped device that was displaying the news.

BAM

ZZT-CRACK

"Why? Who? Why is the UNCHARTED targeting me!?" Ned Benson roared and pulled out his hair in anxiety and fear.

"Right, the association! I should ask help from the Hero Association!" He grinned and contacted the association.

TRING-TRING

BEEP

"F**K!!!" His call for help was ignored.

"Gasp! Don't tell me 'White Swan' is coming!?" He mumbled and shuddered in fear.

"..... But it has been two months since they have been active, so they must have gotten weaker! That's why they are targeting me!" He mumbled and grinned, he didn't care if he called himself a weakling or anything else, there was only one sentence that was cruising through his mind right now.

'The Uncharted have gotten weaker because of their two months break.' Those words repeated themselves in his mind like a chant.

He sent the Guild's emergency message, which contacted and warned everyone in the guild, and he said that this is their chance to become famous by killing a member of the Uncharted mercenary group, and everyone reluctantly agreed with his plan, which was nothing special, it was just a fight of numbers, surrounding and killing whoever arrived at their guild from the Uncharted mercenary group, because only one member from their group attacks their targets and that was a known fact.

***

Sector six, the second most populated area, is filled with tons of skyscrapers and minor guilds, many hotels and restaurants, bars, shopping centers, and many necessary and unnecessary buildings, some to show off their wealth, fame, and many more, which may make the sector six appear to be an overly populated area, though it is in terms of unnecessary things, but it is still only the second most humanly populated area, and....

The sector which I hate for reasons even I don't know, but everything else is the best, food, clothing and commercial things.

"..." I just exited the portal area where everyone was shocked at my presence and there were even some who covered in fear..... Ok, everybody, everybody covered in fear.

SWISH

And, unfortunately, as soon as I walked out, an unfamiliarly familiar odour hit my nostrils: vehicle exhaust, industrial waste odour, rotten food, garbage, and many others. Because I grew stronger, my senses grew stronger as well, and my nose can detect the scent of things from a kilometre away!! Welp.

WHOOSH

I took a step forward, crouched down, and jumped forward while the other foot was still in the air, hoping that if I go up, maybe, just maybe, the air would be a bit fresh, no, a bit normal, and as if to help me, sector six was densely packed with skyscrapers.

"Snowflakes."