Endless Vertex 51 Chapter 50: Wireless Earphones

The crowded Warriors have given way, channeling the energy to chatter into unorthodox silence.

The bar fight a while ago proved enough to earn the Tier 2 Axonn righteous respect. They remained politely silent, envying the clear mindedness and intelligence of the weird haired young boy, until they witnessed him touching the paper that no one dared to select.

[????? ? ?????? ???? ??????? ????? ????? ??? ????? ?????????? ????, ??????? ???? ???'? ????? ???? ???? ?????-?????????.] The Warriors had second doubts now.

Taking on cla.s.s C missions? Fair enough. He's qualified to become a Sea Arena member. Cla.s.s B missions? In his dream! The TOP teams in the Sea Arena, which was are famous for completing the most intricate cla.s.s B missions, consists of all Tier 4 to Tier 6 Axonns. Even they could barely manage to handle a Sky Arena member recommended, cla.s.s B mission! So what are the chances of Earth Arena members succeeding? Negative percentage!

"Sinister Scales? Sounds dumb and meaningless." Nova murmured, pa.s.sing to paper to Atlas.

"It does sound dumb." Atlas approved his opinion.

"You two. I've never seen you before. Are you the newbies from the recent recruitment?" The old man sauntered over to them, wavering his arms to grab their attention.

He had exceptionally bushy grey eye brows, also so long that the tail drooped below his eye level.

Atlas and Nova shared telepathic thoughts through glances.

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"Every registered member is required to equip transmitters for urgent notices."

Bushy Brows uncurled his fist, revealing a pair of what seemed to be ear pieces.

Glamorously delicate, lavishly gorgeous. The refined ear pieces lay peacefully on his palms, prodigally dazzling with mounting ethereal.

Entranced, Atlas deliriously reaches for the ear pieces as if hypnotized.

"Boy, snap out."

Atlas regained consciousness from his trance as Bushy Brows curled his fist, allowing the ear piece to be hidden from Atlas's sight.

"This highly advanced beauty is manufactured in our best research facility." Bushy Brows was clearly delighted with Atlas's reaction, declaring with pride.

"Can it play music from mobile devices?"

"Certainly! Pinnacle of musical quality!"

"Perfect." Atlas smiled an exotic bloom. Life without melody is mundane.

Bushy Brows lined up five sets of ear piece case on the counter, each of different design inscribed on its surface.

"Choose one."

Ding. A connection? Invisible attachment? Atlas felt heart skip when he skimmed through the five sets.

Without hesitation, Atlas pointed at the one second right with similar golden cravings to his pendant. "This one."

"Good choice. My personal favorite." Bushy Brows grinned.

"It has a name doesn't it?" Atlas stared up with certainty.

The bar, the people, even Nova. They were all irrelevant. The only treasure worth antic.i.p.ating, were the words from Bushy Brow's mouth.

"Yes it does."

Atlas could detect a colorful cadence ????????????? with his pulsating heartbeat.

"What?"

"??????"

Intimate affinity. It felt as if ceremonial fireworks were cross-firing over his head in hysteria. The name injected a rush of adrenaline in his veins. This is phenomenal destiny.

At this beautiful interlude, he knew; he knew with undying belief, that it was going to accompany him through all forms of thick and thin.

On the horizontal axis between the lids of the casing was a sable b.u.t.ton. Atlas clicked it with care.

There they were. Two jewels.

Simple yet so fashionable, modest yet so cosmopolitan.

"Bro, are you s.e.xually attracted to wireless earphones? What kinda fetish is that?" Nova whispered into Atlas's ear, undoubtedly disgusted.

Yeah... experiencing a mental o.r.g.a.s.m from beautiful earphones in public? Nova could tell by the tangible expression Atlas was making.

Weird flex but ok???

"Shush..." Atlas held his index finger vertically against his lips. Who cares about others opinion?

He savored the frenzy, disheveled abstract of electrifying amethyst and blood-thirsty scarlet. Like what his companions describe, it fits the criteria for matching his pupils.

Pupils...

Unknowingly, his eyes dyed a mutual shade as the painted art.

The sudden compression in his brain soon subsided.

A feather-light embodiment surmounted the previous discomfort.

He was now a Tier 3 Axonn.

No commotion, no extravagant process. Just an unexpected twist of event and a state of ecstasy, his rank elevated, breaking through the border.

His fourth meridian has finally reacted a bit more vigorously.

The first three meridians surrounding the human organs were obstacles for Aura users, whilst the next three meridians are a new wave of stronger, erected walls, designed to hinder Axonns from leveling.

The fourth wall was well in sight, occasionally transparent and occasionally bleary white. It was taunting him.

No one even noticed the difference on Atlas, except for Bushy Brows, Nova, and surprisingly, Tristan.

Nova, Tristan, Petal and another Tier 2 Tyro who was blending in the crowd also collected their transmitters. But undoubtedly, Atlas's selection suited him the most.