Chapter 139 - 139: No one should know about the otherworlders!

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It was finally the next day—the team's day off, allowing them to do as they pleased. Those who had been in the clinic were discharged early in the morning, and now, they were preparing to make the most of their free time. Scarlet had secured permission for a three-day private session with Von and decided to begin today. Greg had received a scroll that could help him advance his magic to the next level, so he planned to dedicate his day to mastering it. Meanwhile, the remaining team members—Jay, Vanica, Arthur, Vince, Raze, the poison user, and Greg's other friend—ventured into another town, different from the one recently attacked, to enjoy themselves. Arthur, in particular, was excited at the prospect of encountering beautiful girls. As for Grey, he had been collected by a teleportation mage and transported to the library. Now, he stood in front of the grand entrance to the academy's vast archive. Before he could push it open, the door swung inward on its own, revealing an enormous room, larger than any he had ever seen. It seemed as if two massive halls had been merged together. The door shut behind him as he stepped inside. Rows upon rows of bookshelves lined the towering walls, even extending to the ceiling. 'Yikes! Talk about a book room,' Grey thought, taking a step forward. But before he could advance further, a swooshing sound filled the air, and suddenly, an old man appeared before him. With a hunched back, narrowed eyes, and draped in Lunaria Academy robes, he studied Grey intently. "Are you the one who requested a full day in the library?" the old man asked. Grey nodded. "I am." "Hmph. I didn't think younglings nowadays were still interested in reading books." A faint smile crept onto the man's wrinkled face as he turned and gestured for Grey to follow. "Well, I always read books. That's how I've gained a lot of knowledge about magical spells," Grey responded, trailing behind him. As he walked, a bead of sweat formed on his brow. 'This man... His aura is unreadable. Ever since I left the elven town, I've been able to sense auras, mana, and even read expressions. But his... it's completely mysterious, just like a void. I could even read Amir's aura, but his is on another level! How and why?' The old man's voice pulled him from his thoughts. "That's nice to know." Grey furrowed his brows. "What is?" "That younglings still value reading. I assumed most academy students only cared about battle prowess, refining their magic, and achieving power." "Not all students are the same." Grey shrugged. The old man nodded approvingly before coming to a halt. "You are free to read any books on this level, but do not venture into the upper levels." Grey tilted his head upward, noticing additional bookshelves stacked high above. "Noted. Not like I could even finish reading everything here, let alone what's up there." "Good. Now, you may proceed," the old man said. Grey turned toward the nearest shelf, his fingers grazing over the spines of the books. But when he glanced back, the old man had vanished without a trace. 'I knew it! He's weird and mysterious!' Grey thought, exhaling sharply. He selected a book that seemed interesting and quickly skimmed through it. Finding nothing of value, he returned it to the shelf and grabbed another, only to put it back down minutes later. This process repeated itself as he sifted through numerous books, his eyes darting across countless pages. 'Nothing useful! Just information on world lore, magic, portals, dungeons, and the like. Not a single mention of the otherworlders! Damn it!' Grey scowled, moving to another section. That's when his eyes landed on a particular book. The title read: The Mysterious Terrorist Group. His interest piqued, he pulled it from the shelf. 'Mysterious group? What group? And why are they called terrorists?' As he delved into its contents, his eyes narrowed. 'A hundred years ago, a secretive organization launched a massive assault, attempting to eradicate all mages and seize control of the world. Thanks to the first mages, the world was saved, though at a great cost—ten towns were completely obliterated during the conflict.' Grey reached the end of the book, his mind racing. 'Their name wasn't mentioned, but their power sounds devastating. Then again, history tends to exaggerate...' Before he could ponder further, the swooshing sound returned. Lifting his head, he found the old man standing before him once more. "I see that book caught your interest," the man remarked. "Yeah. The story is intriguing and happens to relate to what I'm searching for," Grey admitted. The old man's expression shifted slightly. "And what, exactly, are you searching for?" Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Information." "What kind?" "About a particular group—or rather, an organization. They call themselves... the otherworlders." For the briefest moment, the old man's eyes widened before he quickly regained his composure. 'Hah! He knows something!' Grey smirked internally. "That name sounds oddly familiar, but I can't quite place where I've heard it before," the old man said, stroking his beard. "Ah, wait! Now I remember. It was in a book I once read, though I was later told it was mere fiction—a tale fabricated to scare people while glorifying the first mages as saviors of the world." "Huh?! That's a blatant lie! They're real!" Noir's voice erupted in Grey's mind, his frustration evident. 'Calm down, Noir. He might not know, but I have a feeling he's lying,' Grey reassured him mentally. "Fine then. If you don't know about them, let's see if you know about something else," Grey continued. "Tell me about the founder of Lunaria Academy. I heard that four mages, the first ones to discover magic, established different academies to train new mages. So who created Lunaria Academy?" The old man suddenly chuckled. "Ah, now that is something I do know. But I can't tell you." Grey's eye twitched. "Why not?" "That information is classified. If you truly wish to know, you must first become the captain of the Lunaria Squad." "What?! You're saying I won't get an answer unless I become the captain? That's ridiculous!" Grey shouted in frustration. The old man only chuckled again. "That is the condition placed upon me. Only the captain is granted access to high-level knowledge." Grey clenched his fists, his gaze firm. "Fine! Then I'll become the captain of the Lunaria Squad soon!" He declared before swiftly exiting the library, leaving the old man behind, still chuckling. The mirth, however, vanished as quickly as it had come. His face darkened, and pressing two fingers to his forehead, he muttered something under his breath. A moment later, a voice echoed in his mind. "Speak." "There's an issue, sir," the old man reported. "Make it quick. You know I'm busy," the voice responded. "A student came here today, inquiring about them." Silence. Then, the voice asked in a lower tone, "Them? Them who?" "The otherworlders, sir." Another pause—longer this time. "Did he say why he was searching for them?" the voice questioned. "No. He merely asked if I knew about them. I feigned ignorance." "Impossible... No one—no one—should know about the otherworlders. How did this boy learn of them? What is his name?" The old man hesitated before replying. "I… forgot to ask." "Tch! Useless! Find out who he is. Eliminate him. No one else must uncover the truth." The old man stiffened. "But sir, he is under Captain Amir. If I act, it will raise suspicions." "Have you forgotten who I am? Execute my orders. Find that boy—and make sure he never asks questions again. That is an order!" The old man sighed. "Understood. It will be done." And then, silence.

Chapter 139 - 139: No one should know about the otherworlders!

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