Chapter 1759 Don't mess this up now.

Fortune's Call's building was as busy as it always was, mercenaries conversing and laughing loudly, some trying to look for suitable missions for themselves, some returning from their missions and reporting the results.

It was just any other random day in Fortune's Call with no difference at all.

Step Step

Suddenly, an extremely beautiful figure walked into the building, and in an instant, this 'busy and loud' building turned silent.

Males and females alike stared at the woman, unable to utter a single word,

Now one had to know, this was Nexus, a Mercenary World, a world that welcomes thousands of different races on a daily basis. If one tried to count the number of different races they see in this place, the number would be in six digits, and because of this, the 'beauty perception' here was a mess.

If a woman was beautiful in one's eyes, there would be many who wouldn't even bat an eyelid at her.

The figure, however, seemed to be an exception to this rule, attracting the attention of all the races present here.

It was a welcome not many received; the figure, however, ignored it all and walked towards the counter where a three-eyed woman was sitting.

Seeing the woman walking towards her, Arshia was slightly intimidated.

The woman had long black hair, dark, hollow eyes that showed no emotions. Yes, her face was extremely beautiful, but she gave off an extremely unapproachable aura.

"I need to meet a man named Simba."

The woman spoke, her voice cold just as one would expect.

"S-Simba...?"

Arshia stuttered.

It was quite a rare sight; after all, she had met a fair share of people far more intimidating than this woman.

Sure, this woman had a big presence, but it wasn't enough to make Arshia stutter. Arshia's reaction was different because she noticed something.

This woman...

She felt like she had met her before...

No, more accurately, she had met a woman with similar features before...

'Riona Leander...'

She recalled a name, and the moment she did, she thought of an extremely handsome

man.

'Nux...'

"Do you not know him? I was told I would find him here."

Arshia's thoughts were interrupted by the woman's cold voice, which seemed to have gotten even colder for some reason.

"H-He is here."

Arshia nodded.

Simba, especially not someone who just barged into

tell this was important, so she decided to use her own authority. "I-I will take you to him,

spoke as

nodded, and the two moved to the

floor, inside a certain office, Simba stared at the woman sitting in front of

you are Simba? I have

her voice

do you want

didn't lack a sense of authority, but at the same time,

but at the same time, he also didn't want

two Sovereign Humans took the Black Mission. You were the one

"Y-Yes, that did happen."

Simba nodded.

was stronger than this woman, but for some reason... the woman's presence was simply too

was because Simba already knew where this

many people know about

Suddenly, the woman questioned.

"What...?"

Simba was taken aback.

How many people

"N-Not many.

details regarding that

Simba replied.

difficulty only increases as more mercenaries fail. One of the Mercenary Halls

exponentially,

order to not attract 'their' attention, most Mercenary Halls keep it a secret whenever a

was indeed from the place he thought she was from, then she

what he

nodded at Simba's words,

from a Supreme World as

likely associated with the same force that

Simba's face turned grim.

Then,

"Get rid of it."

Suddenly, Amaya ordered.

"W-What...?"

Simba stuttered.

Leander never came to you and took that mission, is that

"I-L..."

know

himself in

in front of him was only a Sovereign. He was much stronger than her. She shouldn't be ordering him around like

"Simba."

woman called

looked into her eyes, she leaned forward

you have handled every single situation perfectly. I can sense that you are treading carefully and

That's a good sign."

praised, but then, in a voice so cold that Simba felt shivers

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