Ninth class citizen

Chapter 305 Exploration
“Not bad.” A cold glint appeared on Vilan’s lips. “My father had actually set up all sorts of traps to catch the messenger. But he was my mother’s most trusted subordinate. How could he not see through those underhanded tricks? So after the failure, killing more people was just a way to vent his anger.”

These words clearly overturned Captain Raul's understanding of the head of the Austin family. He staggered back a few steps:
"How could this be? Could the mistress's death also be related to the head of the family?"

“I don’t know.” Vilan’s face showed pain. “I only remember that after that, my father repeatedly interrogated me about the whereabouts of my mother’s inheritance. And the spaceship crash that you all thought happened doesn’t exist in my memory either.”

"I only remember drinking a glass of juice that my father handed me before I fell asleep. When I woke up, I had become a slave to be humiliated by everyone."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Nan Rong, only to find that she had retreated to the doorway at some point, seemingly preparing to leave quietly.

A strange light flashed in Vilan's eyes, but he softly called out, "Arong?"

"Hehe." Nan Rong, who had been discovered, chuckled awkwardly twice: "I'm about to synthesize a gene-optimizing agent, so I won't participate in your discussion of family secrets."

"But you don't yet know what kind of reward I will pay you." Vilan's silver-gray eyes were full of tenderness.

"Didn't we agree on double the market price?" Nan Rong blinked. "Let's go by the auction price of Chaotic Glory Auction House. First-tier C-grade gene optimizer is 2.1 million, and second-tier C-grade is 4 million. Double that is 12.2 million Chaotic Coins."

Captain Raul suddenly interjected, "Your abilities shouldn't be limited to synthesizing C-grade gene optimizers, right? Chaotic Glory auctioned off a Tier 1 B-grade gene optimizer the day before yesterday, which was also said to be your creation."

“I’m just worried that the price of Grade B gene optimizer is too high.” Nan Rong said without changing his expression, “Although Vili has his mother’s inheritance, it will still take time to obtain it.”

"You don't need to worry about the money." A strange light flickered in Vilan's grey-blue eyes. "Arong, even without this deal, I'd be happy to share everything I have with you."

"Let's talk about it after you get your things." Nan Rong blinked. "For now, let's discuss this deal: double the price, one Grade B meal?"

"A set meal?" Captain Raul asked, puzzled.

“That’s one dose each of the first-tier and second-tier B-grade gene optimizers.” Nan Rong laughed. “If it’s doubled, that’ll be a total of 35 million Chaos Coins—shall we sign the agreement first?”

Without saying a word, Vilan signed his name on the electronic agreement.

"Master," Jelly Dumpling jumped up and down to remind her, "the agreements in the Chaotic Starfield have no legal effect whatsoever, nobody cares!"

"It's alright," Nan Rong replied in his mind. "It's just two potions, synthesized using materials they provided. It's nothing. I just want to see just how far this guy named Vilan can go."

“Master, I still think he’s dangerous.” A hint of worry appeared on Jelly Dumpling’s round face: “I’ve asked many of my fellow spirits, but they don’t know what that thing that exudes a decaying yet powerful aura is either.”

"Don't worry." Nan Rong smiled slightly, recalling the scene that had been confirmed earlier. "I think I already know who he is."

"Master?" Tuanzi asked, puzzled.

“I need to rethink the meaning of all extraordinary abilities,” Nan Rong said. “You can now infuse all the skills of all extraordinary systems in this world into my brain.”

"Master, you've finally figured it out!" Jelly Dumpling jumped up excitedly, then slowly stopped.

Two tiny hands extended from its pale green, translucent, jelly-like body, their fingertips gently touching a spot. "Um, Master, I'm sorry," it said dejectedly, "this ability has also been sealed away by the Dean."

Nan Rong: ! ! ! ! To be old and not die is to be a thief!

“But it’s alright,” Jelly Dumpling comforted her. “Once you understand the second half of the ‘Theory of the Origin of the Universe,’ you will be able to create all kinds of skills at will, which will be many times more powerful than what you have now. You don’t need to worry about it at all.”

Well, that was the only way Nan Rong could console herself.

She had come to realize that those images and dreams were actually manifestations of her precognitive abilities, which were actively overflowing.

Her strength at the ninth rank across all elements means that her precognitive abilities have reached the same level as the deceased Lord Roselinda, the Listener of Fate. However, because she has never actively used them, she is still somewhat surprised and unfamiliar with them.

But this doesn't prevent her from seeing the facts that will happen soon through those fleeting precognitive images.

Combining Shen Yao's previous description of the internal organization of the egalitarian fighters with her own experience from dealing with them several times, she could draw the following conclusion:

The man in the black robe, the head of the Austin family, is most likely Florent's adoptive father, the so-called Father of Equality.

The young master Vilan, whom even Jelly Dumpling couldn't see through and was even deeply afraid of, was most likely the actual controller behind that organization, a being called a prophet by the Equality Fighters.

The title of prophet itself reveals Viran's personal abilities.

He should also be a prophetic superhuman, but because of a special, extremely powerful artifact that conceals his true abilities, it is temporarily impossible to detect them.

Nan Rong's mind was exceptionally clear at that moment.

There is now a more reasonable explanation for why the Equality Fighters frequently targeted him, and why Vilan personally came to his door—it was Vilan's prophecy.

She must be present in the prophetic visions he received. She most likely plays the role of a destroyer, utterly destroying the very foundation of the Equality Fighters' existence, just as she is now preparing to do.

Vilan's prophecy was not wrong, and her decision to clear away the obstacles was justifiable. Just as she would not sit idly by and watch Melissa and Shen Yao die innocently, she would definitely try to find the root of the problem and seek justice for them and those innocent victims.

She raised her head, her gaze fixed intently on Vilan, only to be met by a pool of incredibly gentle moonlight.

That wasn't moonlight, it was just Vilan's eyes.

He was gazing at her as if she were the most beautiful and dazzling treasure in the world.

Unfortunately, Nan Rong wasn't interested in this at all. After her previous deductions, she found it both funny and intriguing.

What kind of thoughts would someone who would rather grind themselves to dust have in mind to deliberately pretend to be so weak and dependent, fabricate such a tragic backstory, and act as if they are deeply in love with you?

But Nan Rong would never expose him like that.