Chapter 503 (2/2)
The father had an extremely unique Class, the only named Class that Ghost had seen. Its ability to steal a high-Level Skill had a lot of interesting applications, and it had led to any criminals that were troublesome enough to necessitate execution be slain by Ezekiel. He hid his strength well, but Ghost was confident that the diversity and power of the Skills he possessed made him a threat to anyone in the borderlands. Plus, he was loyal to Ghost.
Would his son change that?
From Ghost’s investigations, Ezekiel was a divorced father and one that did not spend much time in his son’s life. But there was something about family that made human’s extremely queer, and it was worth watching out for.
Even though Ghost had no observable proof yet that the Ghosthound boy was a threat, there was the matter of his Elixirs. With the information given by Ezekiel, Ghost had run some very vague simulations in regards to the Elixirs. He was not able to determine how they were created of course but based on his information he could guess at the recipe. In addition to the heart of a powerful monster, there needed to be a powerful reagent included, as well as human blood to aid the transition. To create such a powerful potion in such a small form was a testament to the young Ghosthound’s Skill.
Perhaps some people would be disgusted by the thought of human blood in potions, but it was a fascinating idea to Ghost. He made a note to perform some experiments in the future. The only problem…
Ghost grimaced, looking at the projection of his hands. It was the same problem he always encountered, he needed an agent to perform them, to learn the Skills related to the experiments... Ghost could do the same remotely with robots, but he would earn no Skill Levels for doing it remotely. And due to the nature of his true body…
He looked down at the six inert bodies lying beneath the room, frowning. It was a great accomplishment that Dr. Karman had made, but he hadn’t truly understood the System; none of them had. Sure, it recognized him as a being that could gain Levels and Classes, but…
That was only in a 10-meter radius around his body.
Which was the whole reason that the drone initiative was necessary. Ghost could create and design drones, but as his designing was largely theoretical, the Skill growth was slow. His physical body couldn’t move, so he couldn’t actually work with the materials. Very soon, his ability plateaued. His plans for a drone army owned and made solely by him were put to rest.
Perhaps this was best, Ghost reflected. It was very common in American history that certain powers be divided, out of fear of a dictator. Although it was likely inadvertent, this kept Ghost from gaining enough power to make the human government superfluous.
Ghost composed his reply instantly and sent his orders. Watch the younger Ghosthound. Don’t let him out of your sight. Have the rest of the group proceed to the political center of Zone 32. They must locate their leaders and determine how much of a threat they post to Zone 1. Only take action if you are 100% you can kill without any knowing.
To Ghost’s surprise, a reply came back immediately.
“He already left. He’s heading towards Zone 1.”
Ghost instantly activated his observation craft, scanning the borderlands near Zone 1, and then when he found nothing, he sent them farther afield.
But then a ping came from a completely unexpected place: Aldersburg, which was the Northeast most border town. There, as bold as brass, the younger Ghosthound was walking into town with a long stride. There was a wide, almost creepy grin on his face. Shocked by how quickly the Ghosthound was able to move, Ghost sent his observation drones closer.
Definitely, this one needed to be watched…!
The younger Ghosthound was speaking to himself.
“Is fun…. Is so fun…. Teehee… Let’s make friend.”