Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 1 D-Class Wizard

The golden sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, the dim light was swallowed up, and darkness gradually spread to every corner of the planet. As usual, there were no stars or moon under the night sky.

The lights on both sides of the street lit up one after another. The suspended lights were like daylight, as if the darkness just now was just an illusion, illuminating the clean and tidy but deserted streets.

Click, click.

From the dark streets that were not illuminated by lights came the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground.

A pair of silver high-heeled shoes stepped into the light, followed by the corner of a beige windbreaker and flying golden hair. The silent atmosphere was broken, and the noisy sound of weapons clashing could be faintly heard from the distance on the street.

Fu Guang adjusted her shimmering blue earrings, half her face split between light and darkness. She then lowered her long eyelashes to block out the light from her eyes, listening expressionlessly to the call coming from the other end. "Fu Guang, the military just took your information."

A calm female voice came through the azure earrings.

"You have to be prepared." She paused, her voice unrecognizable as either happy or angry.

"After fifteen system days, your information will be included in the Union University and you will become a freshman at the Union University."

"Did you receive the A-level protector given to you by the White Tower? It can block up to one attack from an S-level sentinel. Remember to wear it."

"I'm sorry to inform you of this, but due to the high casualty rate of S-class guides on the front lines, the White Tower has no choice but to take this measure."

Fu Guang just listened without responding. She slowly raised her hands. Under the dazzling light, her hands were pale and slender, like the finest glass in a shop window.

The owner of the voice realized Fu Guang's silence and stopped talking. Only the sound of footsteps echoed in the communication channel.

"Okay, I understand." There was no fluctuation in her voice. She had been informed of the situation three months ago.

From the information she had obtained, it seemed that the White Tower's methods had always been straightforward, using guides to contain the sentries, but it didn't work well.

The White Tower gave Fu Guang a generous salary of 100,000 star coins per month, and the only requirement was that he show up at the academy more than three times a month.

What's more, "she" has damaged her mental strength and was judged to be a D-level guide. She cannot be completely purified and has no possibility of upgrading. In the eyes of the world, she has no way out.

"Fuguang, the White Tower will always remember your contribution to the White Tower."

"As long as you're a guide, they have no right to harm you." The female voice added, "Then, Fu Guang, I wish you good luck."

"thank you for your good wishes."

"Ah."

beep.

Fu Guang disconnected the communicator, and the transparent window on the side of the street reflected her deep eyes.

Fu Guang traveled through time and space half a year ago. In her previous life, she was a pharmacist. When she was refining the elixir of life, she was struck by lightning and sent to this world.

The body's owner was too weak to survive the differentiation phase. As soon as she took over, she was taken for testing and found to be a "D-level," with her mental strength severely damaged and little hope of advancement.

So the task of going to Union University fell on this "poor little girl." To the other guides, it was like a white rabbit falling among wolves—not life-threatening, but certainly not an easy situation.

The sentries are all crazy.

When they walked to the place where the sound had just been heard, the sound of weapons clashing gradually disappeared. Several men were cleaning up the messy street. When they heard the sound, they all looked at Fu Guang.

With a crew cut, bulging muscles and fierce eyes, he exudes the aggressiveness of a sentry, and his eyes in the dark are like those of a wild beast.

It is clearly the same street, but it is divided by a clear line. One side of the line is brightly lit, while the other side has only a few points of light.

Fu Guang stood in the light and shadow without taking a step forward.

She seemed oblivious to the tense muscles of the men, looking lazily up at them. She casually tossed the brown suitcase in her hand to one of them and asked with a half-smile, "Is the stuff I want ready?"

The person who caught the box held it tightly nervously and walked quickly into the darkness. The others looked at him with envy.

The woman's clear voice seemed to blow away the tense atmosphere after the fight. The man with the scar on his head took a step forward as if to block the large pool of blood behind him.

He thought with regret that if they had known that "Miss" would come today, they should have moved more quickly to avoid letting her see this scene. "Miss, the goods have been prepared long ago." The face still covered with blood smiled, and then the blood slid down his face, leaving a mark on his brown face.
It looks quite scary.

Fu Guang's expression remained unchanged as the breeze brought the rich smell of blood, stimulating her senses.

The sentinels have keen senses, are easily irritated and angry, and like to fight from time to time, so gunfights are nothing new to Fu Guang.

As long as they don't steal her goods, she has no interest in interfering in their affairs.

"Miss..." The bald man's throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back when he looked at the woman.

Fu Guang lowered his head and looked at the silver ring on his little finger, waiting for the handover.

The man carrying the box entered a tavern. The owner was frowning as he swept the broken wine into the garbage disposal, saying angrily, "Damn sentry, my wine."

The wheat-colored woman's arms holding the broom had bulging muscles, and she looked like she wanted to grab those guys and beat them up again.

The man holding the box just came in. "So soon today? The streets are cleaned. Let's go..."

"Boss, the eldest lady is here to ask for the goods."

"What! It's only been nine days, why are you here today?" Her voice got louder. They had originally agreed to hand over once a month, why was it getting earlier and earlier?

The tanned woman took the box and weighed it, finding it still heavy. She carefully opened it, revealing six tubes of pale blue medicine gleaming brightly under the red light.

The two held their breath. The owner opened a tube and took a small sip, then closed his eyes to feel it. After a while, he let out a long sigh of enjoyment. The younger brother next to him had an envious look on his face, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

The shop owner glanced at him with a stern look.

Then her eyebrows frowned and she put the potion back, wondering what to do.

They haven't had time to go to Ansen this time, and the Guangcao only has half of what the "young lady" wants. The "young lady" is not an easy-going person, and if her requirements are not met this time, the exchange contract will probably end here.

"Miss" was her code name. She suddenly appeared in Dark Star half a year ago and was found to complete the contract. She knew nothing about the power behind it.

The eldest lady had dealt with several sentinels who offended her in front of her. She was very skilled and should be at least a C-level sentinel.

What's more, pharmacists who have relievers must not be offended easily. Low-level sentinels cannot get the favor of those high-ranking guides, and can only rely on relievers to alleviate the pollution in their mental picture, which is better than nothing.

The bones of her fingers were bulging as she gripped the handle of the box, and her expression was gloomy.

I heard there was a B-rank Sentinel deep in the Dark Street, supposedly staying temporarily. I wondered how strong he was? This planet was C-rank in the Alliance's territory, and a B-rank Sentinel was the top-tier. She had originally thought of going there to learn from him.

After all, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, but now the acquisition of the light grass is imminent, and the Dark Forest can only be entered by C-level sentries, so she may need an ally.

As for the original B-level sentinels on this planet, she did not make any plans. They were all desperate criminals, which was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger.

The owner reached out and took a bottle of wine from the wine rack.

The man holding the wine and the box came out in a hurry, put the box and wine on the side of the light and shadow, but did not cross the line at all.

"Miss, we express our deepest apologies. This time we only prepared 15 plants, but we will definitely make up for it next time." The man imitated the boss's words, repeating them word for word.

A profound apology?
Fu Guang was not very surprised by this result. After all, it was the result she had led step by step.

"How about this."

"Take me to see your owner." Fu Guang picked up the box with his white-gloved hands, walked into the darkness, and said to the few people with a smile on his face.

"Then you come with me."

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and glared at the others who were about to make a move.

The Sentinels are a group of people who believe in the theory of strength only, and there is a serious class theory within the group, just like a pack of wolves, and the wolf king of this area is the "shop owner".

What she wanted required this sentinel.

(End of this chapter)