Anderson—The King.
Clad in a velvet jacket and gold-trimmed boots, his posture was relaxed but his eyes were sharp.
"You're from an orphanage, aren't you?" the man asked, voice like glass over fire. "Yet you carry more money than half this city's nobles. Care to explain that?" His smile was venomous. "Maybe you're involved in something... shady. It's strange— from the place you came had no money. Then you awake within a week, fortunes changed. Tell me... are you a smuggler? A wolf in sheep's clothing?"
Jimmy didn't flinch.
He simply raised his hand and typed onto the translator:
"I suggest you read the law. Questioning a citizen's background without a formal mandate or court-issued request is illegal. Recording someone without consent? Same."
Then, almost lazily, he turned his screen toward Anderson.
"And yes, your device is recording. So is mine."
His finger pointed, slowly, toward a black car parked nearby.
"You're just a pawn."
Anderson's grin faltered. Then slowly returned, colder this time.
"Interesting." He chuckled. "You see more than you let on."
A beat of silence passed. Then:
"Well, I hoped we could talk. But clever boys bore me. Let's part for now." He stepped aside. "If fate likes drama, maybe we'll meet again—on a stage, or in a war."
Jimmy nodded slightly, stepping past him. He paused just before the door of his car.
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Jimmy nodded slightly, stepping past Anderson without another word. He paused just before the door of his car, signalling it to open.
As he got in, he turned toward the driver and typed into the console:
"Let's go to a big medical shop in the city. I need to buy something."
The driver glanced back through the mirror and replied apologetically,
"Sorry, sir. Because of the auction, most of the big suppliers are sold out or shut down early today. Nothing's really left inside the central zones."
Jimmy frowned, then asked,
"Any shop nearby? Or someone you know?"
"Afraid not," the driver said, shaking his head. "Everything's closed off tight unless you're going to the black market. And even that's under watch."
Jimmy paused, then typed again:
"What about the Pheron Mountains? Is it less crowded today?"
The driver chuckled lightly.
"No, sir. That area's always crawling with tourists and treasure hunters—especially after that scan report last winter. Why?"
Jimmy just shook his head and replied,
"Nothing. My flight's at 10. What time is it now?"
"Almost 5 PM, sir."
Jimmy nodded.
"Then let's make a short tour of the city. Just pass by some places. It'll be enough."
For the next two hours, the car glided through the scenic lanes of Kirim City—past crystal-lit plazas, over bridges woven with glowing veins of energy, and down alleys where streetlights blinked like sleeping eyes. Jimmy said little, only observing in silence, lost in thoughts stirred by stones and stares, auctions and echoes.
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Jimmy walked through several small stores, picking up everything he could find—fire stones, Whisp-rising solution, and a few more useful supplies. He didn't want to waste any time. After collecting everything, he returned to the car where Luna quietly waited for him.
Back inside, Jimmy pulled out the incubator. Gently, he placed the mysterious rock inside, then added a few crushed fire stones and poured in the special Whisp solution as he is seeing that solution and fire stone vanishing slowly.
The rock started glowing faintly. It's still absorbing the liquid and stones bit by bit. Jimmy leaned closer, his breath held tight.
But after something—at the very top—a change appeared.
The rough, dark surface of the rock softened, becoming smooth and glossy. A red-bluish colour formed, swirling gently like mist trapped under glass. It didn't look like a rock anymore—it looked like the top part of a Whisp egg.
Jimmy let out a deep breath.
"Luna… we got it," he said with quiet joy.
The driver looked back in the mirror.
"Wait—isn't that the same Whisp egg that some rich boy from Leopard Region got? Arcana people have been crowding him like crazy."
Jimmy shook his head.
"No, it's different. I bought this one from the auction house."
The driver looked relieved.
"That's good. With the Arcana involved, you never know what'll happen. They say tomorrow's the big planetary alignment too… ."
Jimmy didn't reply. He just looked down at the forming egg inside the incubator. It was faint, but he could feel it—
Something was beginning.
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By 7 PM, they arrived at the airport.
Jimmy quickly verified all his belongings, including the sealed crate and the ether bag. Since he had booked a luxury suite within the airport's premium lounge, the staff treated him with quiet efficiency. No questions. No glances.
A private resting chamber was provided to him until boarding.
He entered, unpacked just enough to stretch out, and released Luna into the quiet, starlit chamber.
She yawned, circled once, then curled beside the foot of his bed.
Jimmy ate a small meal in silence. Luna just ate plain food. Jimmy thought 'I need to became either a breeder for meal checking or have to hire it. it's better to become breeder.'
He checked the incubator for adding more solution and some crystals for all nights.
Then finally, at peace for the first time that day, he lay back on the soft bed, closed his eyes—
—and let sleep drift in like fog over the sea.
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About 20 minutes before landing, Jimmy woke up. The cabin lights were dim, and a soft announcement played overhead.
He checked the incubator beside him.
The solution inside had almost completely drained. The glowing crystal and rising fluid had already reached the bottom part of the rock. Jimmy leaned closer—his eyes narrowed behind the blindfold.
The egg had changed.
Now, almost the entire shell was smooth and red-bluish, like polished stone under a flame. Only the bottom part remained as rough rock, untouched. At the very base, some light settlement had formed—tiny mineral layers gathering below, as if the egg was anchoring itself.
Without hesitation, Jimmy poured in a little more rising solution and carefully added a few more crushed fire stones. The egg shimmered again, absorbing it slowly.
Satisfied, Jimmy packed it all up.
By the time the plane landed, everything was secure.
Jimmy got off the airline, quietly blending in with the evening crowd. He walked outside, flagged a taxi, and gave the address.
Within an hour, he was back in his room.
The door closed softly behind him.
He exhaled.
The egg was safe.
And something inside… was growing.
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Back in his room, Jimmy placed the incubator gently on the table.
Then, he reached for the obsidian crate marked with a glowing W-Tech insignia. It hissed softly as it unlocked, releasing a faint vapor of cold steam.
Inside was the ARC-17—his newly purchased mechanical Whisp. Sleek, jet-black, quadrupedal. Its crimson core pulsed dimly like a heartbeat waiting to awaken.
Jimmy placed his hand on its surface.
:: Codex Link Confirmed. Unit Sleeping. ::
He tapped a few commands into the portable interface crystal attached to his wrist. With a soft chime, the unit flickered.
Whirrr…
Hydraulics hissed. Its legs adjusted.
The ARC-17 slowly stood up.
Smooth, silent, obedient.
Jimmy watched as it ran a quick self-diagnostic. A small lens rotated and locked onto him.
:: Awaiting User Designation. ::
Jimmy typed: "Name: Bruno."
The screen flashed green.
:: Designation Accepted. Protocols Activated. Core Intelligence Syncing… Complete. ::
Ferron lowered its head slightly, like a bow.
Jimmy gave it the next command:
"Patrol room. Scan threats. Stay near incubator. Fill those when they will below line."
The machine acknowledged with a soft beep and began moving quietly around the space—its sensors sweeping the corners.
Luna, curled up on the window ledge, gave it a wary glance.
Jimmy smiled slightly.
Now, with Bruno guarding the room and the egg absorbing the last of the energy, Jimmy finally allowed himself to sit.
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He checked his mobile phone got two things 'today is there a class and also there is extra class. At last a ceremony.'