Chapter 1409 Infecting the Mong Realm

"Eh? Aren't I running short of 10 Grade One Blood Pills?" A boy muttered in confusion, gazing at his pouch to notice the difference when he was paying for a purchase. He remembered putting 1000 Grade One Blood Pills in the pouch.

Then again, a loss of 10 Grade One Blood Pills was pretty insignificant as he casually reimbursed it from his home. It was just one percent of his wealth. He attributed it to his carelessness or him making a calculation mistake.

There was also a small mental suggestion planted in his mind that caused him to forget about this over time. It wasn't something major, as the incident would gradually be forgotten by everyone over time.

The mental suggestion would also vanish after a few days.

The same thing happened with everyone. Even though it caused a bit of buzz at the start, the people returned to their daily lives soon after.

Krune took out some spatial rings from his subspace, handing them over to Sterlena and Gegrafikan to store the Blood Pills in. "We have a sizeable fortune."

"This won't be enough," Sterlena said after a while. "There are plenty of cities nearby. Anyways, this is the Mong Realm. Considering the nature of its people and their character, I have zero qualms about massacring them. So, let's just steal from everywhere."

"Rightly said so," Gegrafikan said, muttering after a while. "Comprehending their laws would only hinder my cultivation. So, I'm working on a filter of sorts that's capable of converting their laws into ours. Since it's my race's specialty, I should be able to complete this soon enough."

"Thankfully, Feifei has laid down a basic gist of things regarding that." He smiled, revealing a hungry grin. "So, once I finish it, I'll partake in a minor feast."

"Just don't do anything overboard that might leave traces," Krune said.

"You don't have to worry about that." Gegrafikan smirked in response. "Once the filter is completed, I won't be leaving any traces."

"Let's split up," Sterlena said. "With our abilities, we don't have to worry unless we come across a Primal God. We'll meet up here exactly after three years. In the meantime, steal as many Blood Pills as you can."

"I was also thinking of that just now." Krune nodded. "With the Kun Souls, we don't have to worry about being detected. Besides, as long as we behave like weak mortals, no suspicion would be directed at us."

"It's decided then," Gegrafikan said, placing the bunch of storage rings in a pouch as he turned around and headed in a certain direction.

"I don't need to remind you, but do be careful," Sterlena said, walking away soon after.

"You too, big sis," Krune said, sighing as he decided to start from this city itself, heading towards a shady alleyway.

By probing through the memories of everyone, he came across a middle-aged man that had no family to speak of. He lived a secluded life, never interacting with others. But in truth, he had been a mercenary in the past.

After going through countless battles, he had amassed a sizeable wealth and was now just enjoying his life in peace. He was also someone that was constantly on the move and had interacted with too many people to become fed up.

At present, he spent his days lazing around, unleashing a string of complaints about the people in power, the ways they took action, etc. Basically, from a mercenary, he had degraded into becoming a keyboard warrior.

"Who are you?" Suddenly, the mercenary shouted in alarm upon gazing at the figure of Krune before him. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

"Are you Dulan-G? Captain of the Power Tiger Mercenary Group?" Krune uttered slowly.

"Y-yes" The mercenary nodded meekly. "But, I've stopped taking orders ages ago. Please, I don't wish to work any longer."

It seemed that a life of peace and dullness had dulled his fighting spirit as the mercenary seemed rather willing to use words than his honed fists.

"Are you sure you cannot remember me?" Krune said, emitting mild anger.

"What?" Dulan-G was surprised as he doubled down on his observation, still reaching a dead-end, beginning to sweat nervously as he said, "I don't remember seeing anyone like you."

"Remember that incident nineteen years ago?" Krune said in response. "In Stellar City's Crimson Fluid Pub, you and the barkeep there had a rather fiery night."

"W-What does that have to do with you?" Dulan-G muttered.

"A year later, you found her at death's door when she wished to convey something to you but breathed her last," Krune said, watching Dulan-G's eyes turn red in response, nodding as he spoke, "In truth, she had birthed your child two months prior to that."

"And that's me."

"You you y-y-you're my child?" Dulan-G said in shock, slowly noticing some familiar features in Krune that existed in him and the barkeep.

"Yes." Krune nodded, snorting in response. "The only reason I've arrived here is to see the face of my father once. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Wait!" Dulan-G shouted. "What are you planning to do now?"

"I don't even have an identity anyway. So, I'll just join a random group as a porter and journey to find my destiny," Krune spoke emotionlessly.

"Travel as a porter?" Dulan-G muttered in shock before sighing, stating from experience as his demeanor slowly resembled that of a veteran mercenary. "Porters die a dog's death all the time. And if you don't even have an identity, they wouldn't even bother to protect you. At the first sign of trouble, you'll be tossed as a body bag to fill a demon beast's stomach."

"Let me help you." Dulan-G sighed, saying, "This is the least I can do to take responsibility. I'll forge you a new identity. Even though I've cut off all contact, I still have a lot of brothers working in high positions among the authority. Giving you an identity doesn't even take much effort for me."

'Of course, this is why I picked you.' Krune nodded, not showing much of a change in emotion.

Upon seeing that he was unmoved, Dulan-G sighed, thinking, 'Just what has this child been through to become this cold? If I had known that she was pregnant, I wouldn't have gone off on that mission. It was my fault.'