Chapter 63: Soul Rebirth Fruit

Chapter 63: Soul Rebirth Fruit

When Alexander got a clear view of the fruit, his pupils instantly contracted!

This fruit was incredibly powerful!

[Soul Soul Fruit: Class A]

[Fruit Ability: Allows the user to resurrect once after death and grants soul-related abilities. When attacking, it carries a coldness from the underworld, which can cause frostbite to enemies.]

After consuming it, no extraordinary talent is gained, but it allows for one resurrection. Upon returning from the world of the dead, the user will unlock extraordinary abilities.

Alexander was quite interested in this super fruit—it was the temptation of a one-time immunity to death!

He found himself torn. If the fruit ripened, should he eat it or not? That was the question.

He also had plans to cultivate other kinds of mystical flames.

After a while, Alexander shook his head and muttered, "Better wait until the fruit matures."

Alexander shifted his gaze to the old beggar.

The old beggar shivered. Just now, he had witnessed the terrifying scene in this vegetable garden and saw how the super fruit was born.

He hastily declared, "This old one will never leave this place for the rest of my life, and I won't mention this to anyone!"

Alexander's tone remained unchanged as he said, "In a few days, someone will come to deliver something. Don't let them enter the courtyard.

You don't bring the items into the courtyard; wait until I return."

The old beggar wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly.

Alexander changed his clothes and returned to the café.

Sitting by the window, he checked the Mercenary Guild's backend.

This was the first full-scale deployment of the Mercenary Guild, and the mission had gone quite well, with nearly all the monsters exterminated.

There were, of course, casualties.

Twenty Vine of Ascension hunters were killed, and five super fruit hunters died.

With the advancement in medical science, as long as one had money, injuries could be treated. Alexander didn't count the severely wounded among the casualties.

This time, the points they earned would be enough to cover their treatment.

After all, many people were willing to spend money to buy points.

If they didn't want to suffer and wished to recover quickly, they could exchange points for some extraordinary plants with healing effects.

Alexander looked at the records in the backend, expressionless, lost in thought.

Perhaps he felt a tinge of regret over the loss of so many hunters in the battle against the monsters.

Or maybe he felt a slight unease about the fact that so many hunters had died for the guild.

It was he who had issued the demon-slaying order.

To say he felt nothing at all would be a lie, but it was just a fleeting feeling.

Whether it was the feeling of controlling others' destinies or the lamentation of life's transience, none of that mattered.

It was like a speck of dust in his heart; just wipe it away, and everything would be clean.

He didn't have the guilt complex some saints possess; after all, power never comes for free, and this had been agreed upon in advance.

He was not a Buddha; he had no reason to feel guilty about the choices made by adults.

"Sir, here's your coffee."

Yvette Ivanova walked over gracefully, placing the coffee in front of Alexander.

She stood beside him and said, "Sir, you seem very tired. May I offer you a massage to help you relax?"

Alexander shook his head.

"No need. There will be a hunters' meeting in a few days; prepare yourself."

"Yes."

Yvette bowed slightly, turned around, and left, not daring to disturb him further.

Alexander sipped his coffee lightly, his eyes drifting to the view outside the window.

After today, the empty streets would once again bustle with life.

The next morning.

On Central Avenue, a middle-aged man ran frantically through the streets littered with ruins.

When he saw that his gas company had turned into a pile of rubble, he collapsed to the ground, crying bitterly.

This was his company, one he had painstakingly managed for five years! It had brought in significant profits every day!

And now, it was gone?!

"No, this isn't right. I worked so hard. How can fate treat me like this?"

The middle-aged man wiped away his tears as he rummaged through the rubble, not even sure what he was searching for.

Finally, he touched a broken surveillance device, and his spirits lifted instantly.

"Yes, the real-time surveillance! I have to see what destroyed my store."

The destruction caused by the monsters was an irresistible force; there was nothing he could do, but he just wanted to see what had happened to his store in its final moments.

It was like listening to the last words of a child you had raised before their death.

He went to where his office had once been, finding a small safe amidst the debris.

Inside it were company contracts, his insurance, and a mobile phone.

Unlocking the safe, he took out the phone and sat among the rubble to watch what had happened the previous day.

A man in a security officer's uniform broke into his company and detonated all the gas.

The video then turned to static, abruptly ending due to damage to the surveillance equipment.

The middle-aged man was furious, his face flushing red.

"Those damn officers! Why did they blow up my gas? Don't they have artillery?!

Damn it! I curse you! You don't care about the property of the common people, do you?!"

He replayed the video repeatedly until he finally got a clear view of the perpetrator's face and took a screenshot.

"I'm going to file a complaint against you at the security bureau!"

The enraged man pounded the ground, only to hurt his hand on the shards of tile.

"Ah!"

Blood started to flow.

His eyes were filled with malice, and he even blamed the injury on Ethan Blake.

"You don't care about my property, huh?

Do you think I can't deal with you just because you're a security officer?

Damn it, the head of the Northern District Security Office is my brother-in-law! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

He wiped off the blood and started walking towards the security bureau.

Security Bureau Headquarters, Chief's Office.

Welma had just finished reporting her successful defense against the monster siege, feeling quite pleased.

A hint of a smile appeared on her cold, beautiful face as she was highly praised by her superiors.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound of knocking came from the door.

"Come in."

Welma's tone had softened somewhat.

The bureau chief's secretary walked in, holding a file, and handed it to Welma.

"Chief Welma, this is Ethan Blake's report."

Welma took the report, her expression becoming displeased again.

Ethan Blake had been very active in this battle, saving countless civilians, even losing an arm in the process.

She sighed inwardly, "Ethan, Ethan, you lost your arm at the right time.

You can now hold the position of captain of the security squad for life."

Even as the bureau chief, Welma could no longer target him arbitrarily.

Ethan's contributions were simply too significant.

The bureau chief's secretary hesitated before speaking again, "Um, Chief, someone came to file a complaint just now. They said the security officers' actions damaged their property, and they are demanding compensation from the headquarters."

Welma's face darkened instantly.

Those who had the audacity to come to the security bureau demanding compensation always had some background.

Many people had come this morning to request compensation, but Welma had chased them all away.

In a cold voice, she said, "Those useless people! They don't even think about who saved their lives!

The security bureau protected them, and instead of being grateful, they dare to come here and cause trouble?

Throw him out. If he dares to make a scene, lock him up until he cools down."

The bureau chief's secretary sneered in agreement, "Indeed, these people only think about their money.

That small-time businessman actually dared to complain against Captain Ethan Blake. How ignorant and ridiculous.

If it weren't for discipline, the security guards would have beaten him up by now."

"What did you say? Who is he complaining about?" Welma's eyes widened.

The bureau chief's secretary blinked, "Captain Ethan Blake."

Welma was stunned for a moment, her face gradually taking on a sinister expression.

She sat up straight. "Bring him in."

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