" Ah, Mr. Kent… " the same receiver Mr. Kent calls before.
" How are your men? Are they stationed? " Mr. Kent asks.
" We already sent the men into the 6th to the 8th station stops before Envy Peaks…, yes, we sent more men there so they could hold off the Jackals until the train gets to Envy Peaks. "
" Tell me their leaders' numbers. " Mr. Kent asks the receiver to tell him that.
" You did well sending more men than requested…, should I pay you more or… "
" Nah, think it's a bonus from us… "
" Enjoy your travel, Mr. Kent. Call the men's leaders if you're getting closer or if you need them to go to the earlier stops instead. " The call ends as Mr. Kent recounts the numbers and calls each of the stationed men leaders. Telling them to be vigilant.
" The Jackals are around, if you're asking how I know, tell your men that I have a contact who supervises their movement in the Gluttony Slums.
The Slums may be their base for now, but their greatest activity is in this Western Rail, a place with minimal authorities. "
" Understood! " said the leaders, who seemed to be all connected with one number on their devices.
[ 6th Station. ]
[ 7th Station. ]
[ 8th Station. ]
Some men with ragged jackets and beggar-like clothing began to form in circles in each station. Some men with wide robes and red maroon cloth ornaments also began to form a line.
[ Beggar Sect Intelligence Squad and Mount Hua Sect Interception Squad, placed in 6th and 7th Station (Ally of the Mount Hua Sect). ]
Some men with wide robes and azure blue cloth ornaments also began to form a line.
[ Jaegal Clan Investigation Squad, placed in 8th Station (Ally of the Mount Hua Sect as well) ]
( People murmur at each station, seeing the crowd. )
" Listen, Mr. Kent tells us to be alert, " said the squad leaders in unison at each station.
" We do not want to be like the other Sects who lost so many apprentice candidates, for the Jackals, the Jackal Gang had taken many untrained lives before they even reached the Envy Peaks! "
" Men, be ready! " said the leaders to their men in each station, all raising their hands while in the other hand.
Some men with black suits and hats, faces covered with black eyeglasses, looked at them.
His mother could freeze an army with her blizzard. His father carelessly broke thousands barehanded before breakfast.
So when their son was born without a single drop of power between them passed down to him — no Gift, no Aura, not even a god willing to claim him — the world called it impossible.
His mother called it a disgrace.
Mark "Maru" Kent was a five-year-old child rejected by every divine power in existence. Too frail to survive on strength alone, too unwanted to stay home, he's sent to the one place where there's the only hope he could become stronger — the hidden Realm of Murim, where fists are forged, not gifted.
"I want my son to become strong, no matter what." -- Maru's father.
This is the origin of the man the heavens forgot to bless — and the one thing in this universe that power itself couldn't buy.
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