He’s Definitely A Cultivator!

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Nathaniel and the elderly driver instantly jerked their heads around at the sudden voice.

It belonged to Logan, who was now peering through the window, his expression brimming with worry, his presence carrying an almost eerie weight.

Nathaniel's heart skipped in his chest, having no idea when Logan had arrived. Then his eyes flickered once, twice, and—

"Did… did you just save me?" he blurted, shoving the car door open and leaping out.

"This…"

The driver's face twisted in alarm, his expression shifting rapidly.

"Boss, please, don't lower your guard just yet!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with urgency. But Nathaniel merely waved him off, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the young man before him—his savior. Shock coursed through his veins like a relentless current.

Meanwhile, Logan, his gaze sweeping over the middle-aged man from head to toe as if inspecting him for injuries, gave a slow nod. But then, his brows furrowed, and his lips twisted in discontent as he muttered under his breath.

"You're obviously rolling in wealth… How could you not afford a few bodyguards instead of leaving me to take on such a dangerous quest that almost claimed my life?"

[Claim your life?] The system's incredulous voice echoed in Logan's mind, leaving it momentarily speechless.

On the other hand…

"You say something?" Nathaniel inquired, his ears catching the sound but missing the words.

In response, Logan merely waved him off dismissively before shifting his focus to the fainted body sprawled on the ground.

'An assassination attempts in such a broad daylight. The audacity of people these days…'

Meanwhile, Nathaniel, still reeling from Logan's nonchalance, struggled to wrap his mind around what had just transpired.

A lone young man had fearlessly taken down a trained, armed killer?

Gratitude surged within him like a tidal wave, and without hesitation…

"Thank you, young friend," he said, his voice thick with sincerity. Bowing his head slightly, he offered a gesture of respect rarely given.

Logan rolled his eyes in response before flicking his hand as if swatting away an unnecessary formality.

"I just did what needed to be done," he replied honestly.

But to Nathaniel, it came off as an act of humility—an honorable one, causing his respect for Logan to surge further.

He exhaled deeply, his appreciation swelling tenfold. If not for this youth, he would have already been lying dead in a pool of his own blood inside the car.

"Young friend, I don't know if I may know your name?" he asked, his tone filled with newfound admiration.

Logan's eyes gleamed instantly and his indifference shot to the bin.

'Ah… He is definitely going to repay me! And given how rich he is… The reward should be worth thousands—no, tens of thousands of dollars!'

His excitement surged, and his lips parted to respond when—

[Congratulations, host! You have completed your first mission—a D-rank quest. One million dollars has been credited to your account, and you've been granted F-rank cultivation strength and technique as a reward.]

The system's melodic, almost mischievous voice resonated in his mind.

Then…

Bang!

A sudden surge of information and power exploded in Logan's mind, sending his consciousness spinning as a flood of knowledge overwhelmed him.

Before Logan could fully process what was going on, a powerful aura burst forth from his body, raw and overwhelming.

Although it was invisible, it still hit Nathaniel, causing him to stagger back several steps, a sudden wave of apprehension filling him.

In the next second, his breath hitched in sheer disbelief.

"This…!"

A sharp chill raced down his spine and beads of cold sweat dampened his back as his pupils shrank in astonishment.

'Un… unbelievable… At such a young age! He's so powerful—far beyond anything I could have imagined!'

Having no idea what Nathaniel was thinking nor even having the time to notice anything, Logan, now radiating an imposing presence, forced himself to regain composure.

His gaze instantly locked onto the other party with a sense of urgency.

"It was fate that led me to help you today," he said, his voice calm yet distant. "There's no need for you to know my name."

His words, his posture—everything about him at that moment exuded the aura of an untouchable hero.

Before the older man could react, Logan turned on his heel, preparing to leave.

"Sir… sir, wait!"

Nathaniel's heart pounded against his ribs as he hurried to stop Logan, his previous gratitude now mixed with deep reverence.

Before, he had regarded Logan with genuine gratitude and admiration. But now… his gaze held awe, respect, and the faintest hint of fear.

Logan paused, his impatience thinly veiled.

"Yes?" he responded curtly.

"I…" Nathaniel faltered, able to tell that Logan wasn't keen on lingering.

"Could I at least have your number, sir?" he asked, his voice carrying an undertone of urgency.

Logan's brows lifted in suspicion, and seeing this, the older man hastily clarified, "I just… I need to properly thank the person who saved my life today and who gave me a second chance to live."

Logan initially intended to refuse, since he was already dying to check the system's reward. But after a brief moment of contemplation, he nodded his head and swiftly keyed in his number on the phone that was eagerly handed to him.

With that, he turned and disappeared before Nathaniel could stop him again.

Nathaniel, now a far cry from the dignified figure he had been moments ago, watched Logan's retreating back, the fervor of a pauper who had just stumbled upon a mountain of gold appearing in his eyes.

'He is definitely a cultivator!'

The realization thundered through his mind, his thoughts swirling in a chaotic storm.

But then—

"Sir! That boy… could he perhaps be one of the assassins?"

The voice shattered his thoughts and upon looking, it belonged to the elderly driver, who had leaped out of the car, positioning himself protectively in front of him.

"Huh?"

Nathaniel blinked, momentarily caught in a daze. But in the next instant, his reverence evaporated, replaced by an eerie coldness.

The powerful aura of a true corporate titan returned to him.

"You think I don't know?" He asked suddenly, his voice low and dangerously sharp.

"I…"

The driver stiffened instantly.

"Know… know what, boss?" he stammered, his face paling.

A smirk, devoid of warmth instantly curved Nathaniel's lips.

"That you sold my information to the assassin."

"This…!"

The driver's body locked up for a moment.

Then his heartbeat thundered against his ribcage, a deafening drum of impending doom.

"H-how could that be possible?! What would I possibly gain from—"

"Is that so?"

His desperate denial was cut short by Nathaniel's chilling chuckle and remark, and upon looking, Nathaniel was currently staring at him with a gaze heavily laced with deadly amusement.

Realizing he had most likely already been caught red-handed, the driver swallowed hard. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple.

"How did you find out?" he finally asked, his voice strained.

Nathaniel's smirk deepened.

"Because only you knew I'm currently without my bodyguards."

"This…"

The driver froze momentarily, then his face twisted in anguish before his shoulders sagged.

He let out a bitter laugh.

"You can't blame me, boss… I was offered a sum I simply couldn't refuse."

His tone was filled with resignation.

Then, as if making a last-minute decision—

He turned and ran, wanting to escape.

But then…

Waow! Waow!! Waow!!!

The deafening wail of sirens split the air.

In an instant, dozens of police vehicles swarmed the scene, their flashing lights painting the street in red and blue.

Seeing this, the driver froze, looking horrified.

Panic clawed at his throat as despair swallowed him whole.

"Boss… please! Mercy! I beg you!"

His desperate cries echoed, knowing what was about to happen.