The Watcher
"Mr. Daneel Anivron. Or Master Novrain. Which do you prefer?"
Right now, Daneel was having the oddest conversation of his life.
In front of him was a table, on which sat a glass box.
And in that glass box, was the head of a man which was now talking to him.
No matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop staring.
"Kid, I trust you've seen stranger things. How much time do you need to stare? Maybe I'll take a nap."
As Daneel heard this, he tried to shake off the urge to curse while listening to the notification in his head.
[Champion level individual detected.]
This…was a Champion? This head in a box?
Was he having a very odd dream?
After the previous sect leader had told him that the rumor about the Hidden Kill Sect having a Champion level powerhouse was true, and that he wanted to meet him, Daneel had been quite happy.