When the bus reached the station, Reign got off and headed to a nearby taxi stand.
He climbed into a cab and gave the driver instructions, then settled back in his seat.
The taxi drove through the city, past busy areas, until they reached a part of town that looked older and more worn down.
Then they arrived at a bar that looked out of place. Even though the area around it was rundown, the bar was well-kept with a bright sign and a clean appearance.
Reign paid the taxi driver, stepped out, and walked into the bar.
As he approached, two guards stationed at the entrance stopped him.
"Sorry, no entry without clearance," one of the guards said gruffly.
"I want to register with the Veiled Nights," he replied calmly.
The guards exchanged amused glances and chuckled. "Oh really? And what makes you think you can join us?"
Without responding, he turned and walked toward a parked car near the bar.
With ease, he lifted the car off the ground, holding it above his head. The guards' laughter died abruptly .
"Is this not enough? Or do I have to beat the crap out of you two to pass some test?" he asked while setting the car back down.
The guards' expressions shifted from disbelief to respect as they quickly realized the true extent of his abilities.
"We'll just report this to the branch manager," one of the guards said, grabbing his walkie-talkie.
After a brief conversation, he received instructions.
"You're good to go.."
Inside the bar, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and the murmur of conversations blending with the clinking of glasses.
Despite the sun still shining outside, the bar had a timeless feel—night and day seemed irrelevant here, as people drank and socialized at all hours.
He made his way to the bar, but the attention he attracted quickly became overwhelming.
Sexy dressed women began to approach him, their eyes eager and flirtatious.
They tried to catch his attention, offering drinks and making suggestive remarks.
"Hey there, handsome. Why don't you come sit with us?" one woman said, leaning closer.
Maybe Cyril and the girl he just saw had some power to make him feel like this.
It didn't make sense for someone who usually didn't care about such things to suddenly experience such strong emotions. It was illogical and nearly impossible.
[The system did not find any power or external interference.]
"Then what is this feeling?" he asked.
[System: Detected high levels of chemicals typically associated with romantic attraction, including dopamine, oxytocin, and norepinephrine.]
Reign frowned at the response.
"Love? That's impossible," he muttered. "I barely know her."
The system didn't reply any further, leaving him at a loss.
With no other options, he focused on controlling his breathing to regain his composure.
'Alright, I've had enough of this useless feeling,' he muttered to himself.
If he couldn't control it, he decided he would fight it off by getting used and immune to it.
Determined, he decided to chase after the girl and confront his emotions head-on.
Reign followed her closely, noting that she was heading straight for the entrance to the underground base.
Just as he was about to catch up, she suddenly stopped and turned around, her green eyes narrowing.
"Why are you following me?" she asked, her voice sharp.
Reign stepped up, meeting her gaze with a firm expression. "I'm going down to register as well," he replied. "I need to join the Veiled Nights."
She studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable.
After a brief pause, she shrugged. "Fine, but don't get in my way."
'What a rude girl , ' he shook his head.
He could not believe that he got attracted to this type of girl among all people.
She was nothing like Cyril, and the contrast only made his feelings seem even more questionable.
"What are you waiting for? Don't waste my time," the girl said with an annoyed expression, standing inside the elevator.
Despite her rudeness, she was surprisingly thoughtful, waiting for him to enter.