48: Luna has left, urgent mission!

Time quietly passed as Han Fei fully immersed himself in Magical Cultivation, and before he knew it, it was already midnight.

At this moment, the tranquil night and the faint indoor light intertwined, illuminating Han Fei's slightly fatigued face.

“Let's stop here for today.”

Stretching, Han Fei slowly withdrew the magical light flowing at his fingertips, temporarily ending his Magical Cultivation.

Taking out his phone from his pocket, Han Fei then remembered that he had turned it off earlier because he found the messages annoying.

He pressed the power button, and the phone screen lit up.

The next moment, the phone vibrated frantically, with messages exploding like bombs, one after another.

The notification sounds of over thirty unread messages rose and fell, continuously breaking the silence of the dormitory.

Han Fei looked at the constantly jumping numbers on the phone screen and couldn't help but sigh softly, “Damn, that many.”

Han Fei opened the messages one by one and checked them.

First were several messages sent by Liu Yang.

The content was nothing new, still much the same as before.

He was questioning what Han Fei had done to his sister.

Interestingly, seeing that Han Fei had turned off his phone, Liu Yang angrily sent a message.

He claimed that if Han Fei was truly interested in his sister, he would have to fight him in an octagon cage.

Only a strong person recognized by him would be qualified to marry his sister.

Facing this joke-like challenge, Han Fei just shook his head helplessly, choosing not to respond.

He could knock Liu Yang down with one punch now.

If he defeated Liu Yang, and the other party insisted on marrying Liu Yueer to him, that would be troublesome.

Then there was a message from Zhang Cheng.

He said that Yang Yue was very disappointed in him because of his absence and told him not to contact her again.

Han Fei felt no ripple in his heart regarding such a result.

He didn't want to have anything to do with that female player, Yang Yue.

Then there was a message from Liu Yueer.

In the message, Liu Yueer excitedly told him that she had bought two tickets for the God of Cookery Competition, which would take place three days later, and asked if he was interested in going together.

“God of Cookery Competition...”

Han Fei stroked his chin, searching his memory.

In this world, many people at the top of the power pyramid are extremely wary of what they consume.

They would never easily taste food prepared by others.

This almost paranoid vigilance is not baseless suspicion but stems from a deep understanding of the cruel Laws of the real world.

There are too many undetectable and preventable methods in this world, such as Magical Culinary Arts.

Many curses and secret techniques can be silently integrated into food.

Even the world's top security Systems cannot guarantee that they can accurately detect every conspiracy hidden in gourmet food every time.

For this reason, the powerful figures at high positions often only accept one absolutely safe food source at their tables.

That is the “gourmet treasure chest”.

Food opened from the treasure chest is absolutely fine.

To date, no matter how clever the method, it is impossible to directly tamper with the food in the gourmet treasure chest.

So, how are gourmet treasure chests born?

Naturally, they originate from the hands of top chefs.

Whenever those Great Masters of cooking wield their spatulas by the roaring stove, fully engrossed in the creation of a dish, a miracle may quietly descend.

At the moment the dish is completed, accompanied by rising steam and enticing aroma, the meticulously crafted gourmet food may transform into a gourmet treasure chest shining with a unique light.

The birth of a gourmet treasure chest is closely related to the chef's cooking skill and the quality of the ingredients.

The more exquisite the skill, the more top-grade the ingredients, the more likely the dish is to sublimate into a High Grade treasure chest.

In the gourmet world, whether one can successfully create a gourmet treasure chest has even become an important yardstick for measuring a chef's strength.

The assessment standard for a Two-Star Gourmet Hunter is to publicly produce a bronze or higher quality gourmet treasure chest at the God of Cookery Competition.

This difficulty is not low; even for Liu Yueer, the success rate of producing a black iron gourmet treasure chest is less than one percent, let alone the even rarer bronze treasure chest.

“God of Cookery Competition, it's not bad to go and see. In three days, my Magical Culinary Arts should be at an introductory level, and then I might be able to do something at the God of Cookery Competition.”

After a moment of thought, Han Fei quickly sent a message to Liu Yueer, “I'm free in three days. Let's go together then.”

“Okay, okay, we'll meet at the school gate then!”

After sending this message, Liu Yueer also added a cute emoji.

“Then it's a date. Let's meet at 8 AM that day.”

“Mhm mhm.”

After handling Liu Yueer's side, Han Fei looked at the next message.

It was sent to him by someone named 'Xiao Shuai'.

“Mr. Han, Xiao Mei was seriously injured during a mission. I will be responsible for contacting you from now on.”

Han Fei's expression immediately tightened when he saw this.

He remembered Xiao Mei telling him before that they were going on an emergency mission.

He didn't expect that she would be seriously injured after only a few days of contact.

Han Fei replied with a concerned message, “Is her injury very serious?”

The other side waited a few seconds before replying, “Very serious, she is still unconscious.”

How could a liaison officer be seriously injured? Did she go to the battlefield?

Han Fei found this a bit difficult to understand.

At this time, Xiao Shuai sent another message, “Mr. Han, are you free now? We have an urgent mission here that needs your help.”

“What mission?” Han Fei's heart tightened.

He had signed a mutual assistance agreement with the Special Guard Team, and if their request was not too excessive, he could not refuse.

“Three E-Rank dangerous Garbage Monsters have been found in Qingshan Park on the west side of Tianhe City. We need your help to deal with them.”

E-Rank Garbage Monsters are only slightly stronger than ordinary Garbage Monsters and pose no threat to the current Han Fei.

So Han Fei directly agreed, “No problem, when?”

“Tomorrow at 9 AM, I will have a special squad pick you up. You just need to cooperate with them then,” Xiao Shuai replied.

“Okay.”

“As for compensation, do you need funds, treasure chests, or something else? I need to prepare in advance.”

“treasure chests will do, black iron is fine, the higher the Rank, the better.”

“Understood, Mr. Han.”

At this moment, Luna landed on Han Fei's shoulder and said, “You have something to do tomorrow morning? It just so happens that I should be going back tomorrow too.”

Upon hearing this, a ripple stirred in Han Fei's heart.

He turned his head to gaze at Luna on his shoulder, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Although she had lost the awe-inspiring power of a Great Sage, Luna's profound knowledge in the Domain of wisdom remained as deep as the sea, akin to a living encyclopedia of magic.

The wisdom contained in her mind, like brilliant stars, illuminated the path for Han Fei as he explored the mysteries of magic, lighting up guiding beacons one after another.

During this time, Han Fei's magical attainments soared by leaps and bounds under Luna's tutelage, feeling significant improvement almost every moment.

“Then when can we meet next time?”

“When you find the magic cake, I will naturally come to find you,” Luna said, licking her tongue.

Since Luna first tasted the magic cake a thousand years ago, its unique deliciousness had been deeply imprinted in her heart, becoming an unforgettable existence that haunted her dreams.

It was precisely this endless longing and obsession for the magic cake that led Luna to resolutely choose betrayal when faced with the predetermined prophecy, appearing before the owner of the magic cake before the day of the prophecy arrived.

“magic cake, huh? It seems I'll have to figure something out for the next Cheat,” Han Fei mused... The next day, at dawn, the world gradually awoke in tranquility.

The soft morning glow was picturesque, gently showering the earth, and all things seemed to be imbued with vitality and vigor at this moment.

Luna and Han Fei had a brief and simple farewell on such a morning.

“Goodbye, remember to find the magic cake quickly!”

With the last farewell, Luna transformed into a brilliant stream of light and flew into the sky, leaving a faint trail like a shooting star.

Han Fei stood still, watching Luna depart until the stream of light completely disappeared from his sight before slowly retracting his gaze.

Then Han Fei turned and stepped into a new day, walking lightly into the washroom.

Cool water droplets gushed from the faucet, sliding over his resolute face, washing away the fatigue of the night and invigorating his spirit.

After simply tidying his slightly disheveled black hair, Han Fei changed into clean and neat clothes.

It was a set of low-key yet textured casual wear, with a dark gray tone that perfectly blended with his refined temperament, showcasing both his introverted calmness and the vitality and vigor a young man should possess.

The dormitory was quiet and orderly. Han Fei sat alone by the window, gazing at the world outside, which was gradually becoming noisy.

Not long after, there was a firm knock on the door, rhythmic and precise, like a soldier's footsteps.

He got up and walked to the door, already guessing who the visitor was.

The door opened, revealing two sturdy middle-aged men in camouflage short-sleeved shirts.

Their eyes were sharp, their posture upright, and a unique resolute aura of soldiers emanated from them.

One of them spoke, “Mr. Han, we are ready. Let's head to Qingshan Park now.”

“Mhm, let's go.”

The three stepped out of the dormitory building and arrived at the school gate, where a powerful and rugged military jeep was parked by the roadside.

The car's lines were strong and powerful, the paint gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and the military insignia on the roof shone brightly in the sunlight, attracting the attention of passersby, who cast glances of awe and curiosity.

One of the middle-aged men accompanying Han Fei strode towards the passenger seat and respectfully reported to the person inside the car, “Captain, Mr. Han has arrived.”

Before he finished speaking, the car door slowly opened, and a woman in a tight camouflage uniform gracefully stepped out, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

As Han Fei clearly saw the person's face, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and blurted out, “Black Tiger?”

Black Tiger, equally surprised, instantly recognized Han Fei and exclaimed, “Little brother?”

Both were stunned, looking at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of surprise, joy, and confusion.

After a moment, Han Fei broke the silence first, smiling with a hint of teasing, “You're the captain of this mission?”

Black Tiger's lips curved into a slight smile, responding, “You're the aid from the Special Guard Team? It seems we are truly fated.”

They exchanged smiles, both understanding that such a coincidence was rare.

“What a coincidence.”

“Haha, indeed.”

Black Tiger tried her best to suppress her excitement, but her uncontrollable smile already betrayed her feelings.

If she hadn't known that the mysterious strong person from the restaurant last time was likely nearby, she might have rushed forward and hugged Han Fei tightly.

The team members nearby witnessed this scene, all looking astonished, clearly surprised by the relationship between Han Fei and Black Tiger.

One of them couldn't help but ask, “Captain, you two know each other?”

Upon hearing this, Black Tiger quickly reined in her smile, returning to her usual calm and serious demeanor, simply replying, “Ah, yes, we do.”

After all, they were on a mission, and every word and action could be transmitted to the command center via communication equipment.

“Alright, get in the car quickly. We must act immediately to clear the Garbage Monsters from Qingshan Park as soon as possible and ensure the safety of the citizens.”

Everyone had no objection to this.

After quickly getting into the car, the soldier driving stepped on the accelerator, and the military jeep instantly roared deafeningly, speeding out like an arrow released from a bowstring, leaving a trail of rolling dust.

As the journey was still an hour away, the atmosphere in the car gradually shifted from tense to silent.

Seeing this, Han Fei decided to break the oppressive silence.

He slightly tilted his head and initiated a conversation with the resolute-faced soldier beside him.

“Are there only three Garbage Monsters found in Qingshan Park at the moment?”

The soldier replied, “Only three have been found so far. They should have wandered here from other places.”

Han Fei nodded thoughtfully.

He knew Garbage Monsters quite well, having had close contact with them and even personally eliminated a few.

They are cunning and dangerous, knowing how to assess the situation when facing a strong enemy and choosing to flee without hesitation.

As for where they flee?

There are only two directions.

Either they hide in the dark corners of the city, waiting for an opportunity.

Or they flee human settlements, roaming in the wilderness.

“Have you fought Garbage Monsters before?” Han Fei asked again.

This time, Black Tiger, sitting in the front row, took over the topic, “I once fought a Garbage Monster.”

A flicker of almost imperceptible pain crossed her stern face as she gently lifted the back of her shirt, revealing a shocking scar on her lower back.

“This is what it left me.”

Seeing the hideous scar, Han Fei gasped.

He knew Black Tiger's strength very well; an ordinary Garbage Monster couldn't possibly injure her.

“You fought an evolved Garbage Monster, didn't you?”

Han Fei's voice was low and firm; it wasn't a question but a statement.

“That's right, those monsters evolve too quickly. At first, I could suppress it, but once it absorbed a certain amount of garbage, it became very difficult for me to handle.”

Black Tiger also felt some lingering fear as she recalled.

Those Garbage Monsters were even more terrifying than jungle tigers.

They couldn't be killed and could evolve endlessly. If there were no means to restrain them, one simply couldn't win.