Transaction

Little did he realize that his judgement was actually right on.

To Damien Bloodbane who had to stare down humongous beasts and deal with endless life and death situations, an Ardan Flameborn offering him a spot in Pearl Institute was merely akin to a young man discovering a candy that he was looking for!

Ardan Flameborn took out a card and handed it to Damien Bloodbane.

"This contains the details of your entrance test. Show up exactly three days from now at Pearl Institute's first year training field with your test perfectly completed, or don't show up at all. Understood?" Ardan Flameborn looked at Damien Bloodbane solemnly.

"Understood sir. See you in three days." Damien Bloodbane replied.

"Wait! Wait! What about me?! If boss is going to Pearl Institute, then I am going as well! Give me a card as well, Mr Redhead!" Fatty scampered up to Ardan Flameborn shouted anxiously to his face.

Ardan Flameborn opened his mouth to reject Fatty, but what Fatty did next brought him so much shock that he kept his mouth hanging open without saying anything for five full seconds.

"Look! I can control fire like you too!" Fatty shouted loudly, eager to prove his skill so that he could be worthy to join Pearl Institute.

Fatty shoved his face close to Ardan Flameborn's and ignited both his eyes!

Shua!

"Flaming Eyes!" Fatty shouted.

A second later, he ignited his nose.

"Flaming Nose!" Fatty shouted again.

And then, his ears.

"Flaming Ears!"

After that, Fatty looked down and pointed to his crotch.

"Look here! Flami-"

"Enough!" Ardan Flameborn roared frantically and shoved an entrance test card to Fatty as well.

He had absolutely no desire to see a burning dick!

"Here! Take it! And go! Go away!" Ardan Flameborn pushed Fatty away and quickly ran off.

If he accidentally caught a glimpse of the Fatty's burning stump, he would be traumatized for life!

Damien Bloodbane's lips could only twitch violently.

"This… Even this is possible?" He shook his head helplessly.

Truly some people had all the luck!

"Hahaha! Boss! Look! I have an entrance test invite as well! It's so easy to get it. This Pearl Institute is really not as good as its reputation, huh? I heard it was really hard to get this entrance test invitation.

But this daddy got it within a few seconds!

What kind of useless piece of trash must one be to not get an invitation? I can't imagine anyone actually working their ass off to get this card. 

Even a newborn donkey can get this cheap entrance test invite by merely shaking its ass and blowing a fart! If anyon-"

Bam!

Damien Bloodbane smacked Fatty's head with all of his strength!

Damn fatty!

If even a donkey could get it by just shaking its ass and blowing a fart, doesn't it mean that this daddy here is less than a donkey! And that this daddy's efforts so far are worth less than a donkey's fart!

God damn it!

"Eyaoooo!!" Fatty let out a shriek of pain as his entire body was lifted off the ground and sent hurtling through the air like a sack of potatoes!

His arms flailed wildly before he crashed into a broken wall with a spectacular bang.

"Boss! What was that for? Owwwie! It hurts you know!" Fatty shouted, sounding completely fine.

But Damien Bloodbane had already walked away into the Camp Bazar, muttering violent curses at the damn fatty's evil tongue!

The fatty scrambled after him, clutching the side of his head where Damien's palm had made impact, his face twisted in mock pain. 

"B-Boss! You really hit hard, you know?" the fatty whined miserably. 

Even so,there was a very satisfied grin plastered across his round face. It was the look of someone who had stumbled upon a multi-billion diamond lying on the ground.

He would be able to follow Damien Bloodbane into college!

E-rank trash?

Ha! What a load of bullshit!

How could this youth with such a supremely impressive killing intent that was much stronger than even the most bloodthirsty dragon highlord be merely an E-rank?

He was clearly a demonic killer!

There was definitely some sort of hidden reason behind his E-rank status. Some kind of deception or perhaps a secret so deep that even the highest-ranking officials of humanity had no idea.

"Whatever it is, I have definitely hit the jackpot! I'll just stick with him and have a great time! Heheheh." The fatty smirked happily to himself. 

Maybe it was the gold digger in him, but Fatty's instincts were actually spot on. 

He had truly hit the jackpot!

Alas, he was grossly mistaken about the 'great time' that he would be having.

Damien couldn't be bothered to answer him. 

He was too busy studying the card which Ardan Flameborn had given him.

The words written there were extremely simple and straightforward. 

"5 C-Rank European Heads."

*A few hundred meters away, atop a collapsed skyscraper.*

"Are you sure you want him in your Pearl Institute?" A sultry yet dangerous voice drifted softly into Ardan Flameborn's ears. 

She was perched lazily atop the head of a sleek, white mecha, and a pair of sharp daggers danced crazily around her right hand in a display of inhuman levels of dexterity. 

Draped in a black, form-fitting combat suit which only served to accentuate her sexy curves, Kitiara Marje was truly a sight to behold. 

And it was one which Ardan Flameborn was appreciating with all of his heart at that moment. 

"Uh. What? Yes? I want him in Pearl." Ardan Flameborn replied distractedly as stared at Kitiara Marje's body like a hungry wolf.

"Stop that." Kitiara Marje frowned and flicked one of her daggers toward Ardan Flameborn's eyes with startling speed and precision.

Shua!

The blade cut through the air like a streak of silver lightning.

Sizzle!

But just as it was about to reach its mark, the dagger came to an abrupt halt.

It hovered a mere ten centimeters from Ardan's eyes, sizzling against Ardan Flameborn's mana shield.

"Hey!" Ardan Flameborn yelped in shock.

The air around him solidified even further and pushed the dagger away, causing it to fall down harmlessly with a dull clink.

"Eyes up here, fireboy." Kitiara Marje drawled as she tapped her eye with her finger. 

"I'll put my eyes wherever I want." Ardan Flameborn huffed. "If you don't want my eyes on you, then maybe you should dress more modestly. A nun's dress, maybe. And yes, I want him in Pearl. Didn't you see his energy ball? It's something I have never seen before."

"It's probably just a mutation of some sort." Kitiara Marje said dismissively. "Plus, isn't he a trashy E rank? Going into Pearl is useless. His reaction time, however, is no mutation. He is a physically gifted child. Give him to my War God College."

"Ha. You wish. I got to him first, he's mine. You better keep your hands away from hi- Whoa…" Ardan Flameborn's eyes opened impossibly wide at that moment.

Kitiara Merje was slowly unzipping her combat suit, slowly revealing a pair of bountiful breasts that was stunningly perfect to behold.

There was something impossibly irresistible about a supremely powerful woman slowly undressing in front of you without the slightest hint of coquettishness. 

No coy smile. No teasing glance.

Just a pure desire for something that you have, and a sincere willingness to trade for it.

Using her body. 

"Uh. Uhm. Let's see… I am starting to think Pearl Institute isn't that suitable for him after all… Yes. Let's see… Uh go on, Kit."