A Man Like None Other

“Are you targeting me?” Jared asked Ararat directly.

“What makes you say that?” Ararat raised an eyebrow.

“Come on! At your level, no one’s getting past the second floor. There’s no way to clear this trial!” Jared snapped, visibly angry.

“You’ve got real skill, yet you hide it and pretend you’re just an Ultimate Realm Level Three cultivator. You can deceive others, but I can’t push back?” Ararat chuckled.

“I am an Ultimate Realm Level Three cultivator. When did I ever lie to you?” Jared shouted, his fury boiling over.

“Impossible! No one at Ultimate Realm Level Three has that kind of power!” Ararat refused to believe it.

“Check for yourself. I won’t move. Go on, see what level I’ve reached!” Jared threw his arms wide, daring Ararat to confirm it.

Without hesitation, Ararat sent out a wave of spiritual sense to probe Jared’s body. “Huh? You really are at level three. That’s… Insane…”

He was clearly stunned.

a pulp over nothing…”

you the clearance imprint right now so you can move

the imprint. Just tell me your name,” Jared said, wiping blood from

a polite nod. “You’re strong for your age. I’m guessing you’ve got a

Chance,” said. “Tell me something. Did you choose to be a guardian, or were you

truth, Kishor had explained that all these so-called guardians

think I’d volunteer for this dump?” Ararat scoffed. “I got locked up here. In fact, I let most

seem like a bad guy,” Jared said. “But why were you

shaking his head

could get you out, what would you offer in return?” Jared asked casually, hinting at a bigger plan

prisoner imprint. I can’t leave unless someone lifts it. I’ll give you

Mr. Chance isn’t joking,”

Kishor stepped into view.

in disbelief. “Kishor? You’re

the first floor. Never thought you’d be

know each other?” Jared