I Am Unstoppable

Jonathan tried not to overthink it. To him, it was an honor to be able to drink with someone as legendary as Lance.

At that moment, Jonathan realized those capable were usually quite magnanimous. People like Mr. Cadman are often as gentle as a lamb. They never raise their voices or behave arrogantly. However, the man managed to beat Prince Kirsten and murder Nameless Ancestor of the esoteric sect without breaking a sweat. Warren and Tammy ran away with their tails between their legs because of that.

Jonathan then decided it was time to take a shower. Afterward, he changed into a fresh shirt and put on a black trench coat. I've got to say. I look pretty good.

Jonathan thought he looked very much like the protagonist of an action film as he stared into the mirror. If people like Mr. Cadman were in an action movie, I bet his younger self would be the protagonist. What about me, though? Even though I have some achievements under my belt, I'm nothing compared to bigshots like Mr. Cadman. What kind of person am I going to be?

It was unnecessary to ask that question since Jonathan knew he was the one and only Chosen One.

It was the reason Lailah searched for the Sinai Bible, something considered impossible to find.

Lailah was convinced Jonathan would be fortunate enough to find it.

The man indeed managed to accomplish the task even though he had no idea how he did it.

On top of that, Gabriel's crisis was successfully averted with the help of the Lunar Pendant.

Jonathan was sure all of that was made possible by luck. I guess that means I'm one incredibly lucky person!

Thinking about what Lance had said to him, Jonathan got the answer to his question.

He realized he should follow his heart, not go against it.

Still, Jonathan thought it would be best for him to refrain from flirting around as much as possible.

It was six-thirty then, and the air was still chilly even though dawn had broken.

Several trees outside the window had lost most of their leaves.

Even though Jonathan was unfamiliar with the plants, he noticed new shoots growing on the trunks.

Suddenly, the man got a call from Alice, the Anglandurn beauty who had received him and the others.

The woman was very fond of Jonathan.

“Good morning, Mr. Lawson!” uttered Alice enthusiastically. Jonathan could tell from her voice that she was smiling when she greeted him.

That cheery tone could make anyone's day.

“Hello, Ms. Alice. Are you calling me this early because you miss me?” Jonathan could not help himself because he was a sweet talker.

“You're funny, Mr. Lawson,” stated Alice with a chuckle.

Jonathan frowned after hearing that. That's not how I expect her to respond.

“Mr. Lawson, I just want to remind you that all external disciples and inner disciples must be at the shrine by seven. There'll be serious consequences if you fail to do so. You're new here, so you should be on your best behavior,” continued Alice.

Jonathan was shocked when he heard the woman. Shoot! I almost forgot. Thank goodness for Alice's reminder! “Thank you for reminding me. What do you say I treat you to dinner tonight as a token of my appreciation?”

“We'll see if you remember by then. Goodbye!” answered Alice with a smile before hanging up.

Jonathan then washed up before hurrying to the shrine as reminded.

Like most markets, the place of worship was at its liveliest in the morning.

On the altar at the door were several large candles filling the building with smoke.

The shrine was just like any other place of worship.

When Jonathan arrived at the place, he saw many disciples gather outside. They had already fallen into lines.

Jonathan hesitated as he stared at the group. Shoot! Which line should I join? I don't even know who's who. Will I make a fool of myself if I accidentally join Oswald's or Richard's people since I'm with Master Gideon?

Just when Jonathan was still scratching his head, a young woman in a red coat approached him. The sweet-looking young lady seemed barely eighteen. Her charming smile was as pleasant as the spring breeze.

“You must be Jonathan. Am I right?” inquired the young lady.

Jonathan stared at her in puzzlement because he was sure he did not know her. Neither had he ever read her profile.

“I am... You are...” The man dared not flirt with the young lady, who seemed uninitiated. These days, those who look untrained are not to be underestimated. If she's here, even though I have never seen her profile, she's likely the inner disciple of a master.

The woman chuckled at Jonathan's response before introducing herself. “I'm Yuna Long, but you can call me Ms. Yuna!” With that, she grabbed the man by the hand. “You can stand beside me; I'll look out for you.”

Jonathan did not resist Yuna at all when he got pulled to her side. Standing right next to the young woman, Jonathan could smell her fragrance.

“Wait here, Jonathan. When the masters are done, it'll be our turn to worship,” Yuna said.

Jonathan snorted inwardly, surprised at how much seniority mattered in worshipping. A nobody like me is probably the last one to go in.

Jonathan then swept his gaze around and noticed the many disciples near him. Some of them looked mysteriously powerful, especially the silent and unusually cold-looking man in black with a straightened back.

The fearsome man exuded an aura so intense that Jonathan dared not gaze at him a second longer.

He was not the kind of person Jonathan would want to trifle with.

“That's our eldest senior, Frost. He may look stern, but he's not a bad guy. Don't be afraid,” assured Yuna when she noticed how uneasy Jonathan was.

The man then quickly forced a chuckle in response. “I'm not afraid. Why would I be?”

To that, Yuna simply smiled.

“Lailah told me you're only twenty-two, so technically, I'm your senior!” added Jonathan.

Yuna furrowed her pretty eyebrows before voicing, “You b*stard... Whoever gets in first gets to be senior. That means I'm still your senior even if I'm only eight. Understand?”

Immediately, Jonathan had a moment of realization. “How do you know who I am, Yuna? Am I really that famous?” asked the man curiously.

Yuna could not help but pinch Jonathan's arm after listening to him. “Hey! It's Ms. Yuna. Got it?”

“Oh, right. Got it, Yuna,” teased Jonathan, chuckling because he was amused by how easily he had made Yuna's face turn bright red with annoyance. I didn't expect to find someone so unpretentious in the Divine Realm.

Unsure of how to deal with the man, Yuna decided to stop talking to him.

Only when Jonathan addressed her as Ms. Yuna did Yuna turn her frown upside-down. “That's more like it.”

“So how did you know who I am?” Jonathan repeated his question.

“Why wouldn't I? You searched for the Sinai Bible with Lailah. We all thought you'd fail, but you proved us wrong. Your achievement shocked every disciple in the Divine Realm. Don't worry. Master Gideon will definitely make it worth your while. After all, you made us all look good,” Yuna said while patting Jonathan on the shoulder like a wise elderly.

Jonathan chuckled once again, for he finally knew what was happening.

“Stop talking,” ordered Frost suddenly.