Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Schrödinger’s Criminal

Translator: 549690339

Shoot!

“Slime, you stay and cover me! Remember not to hit anyone, if a pet beast hits someone, the Beast Master will be punished!”

Vincent Wolf tossed the Slime on his head back, activated [Rapid Movement], and ran away faster than a 100-meter sprinter.

Seeing that they couldn’t catch up to Vincent Wolf and that “the third man” had been thrown at them, they could only surround the Slime. Their fierce looks could stop a child’s tears!

The Slime was trembling with fear, surrounded by the group. Finally, with a crisp “plop”, it lay down to the side, pretending to be unconscious.

Then a white light flashed, and Slime was recalled back into the Beast Space.

These people looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

“Was our mission… a failure?”

“Not really, at least we showed him our Extinguishing Forture Club’s spirit.”

Someone hesitated to say:

“Actually, I think he had a point. What kind of pet beast he contracts with doesn’t really matter to us. Do we really need to mess with him?”

“Yeah, we can’t beat him, and we can’t outrun him. Plus, we’re not allowed to use pet beasts to fight in school.”

“But if we quit, we won’t get any more saliva.”

“I’ve had enough of you, you creepy girl!”

“Enough!” The tall girl shouted.

“What’s so arrogant about you? Doesn’t everyone know that you are just using an excuse to trouble him because you were rejected after confessing?”

“Weren’t you?”

The girls argued with each other without caring, leaving the boys feeling offended.

They gathered to one side and discussed quietly.

“Hey, you think we’re gonna stay in this Extinguishing Forture Club?”

“Stay your ass, I wonder why there are so many girls here, turns out they all got rejected after confessing.”

“Oh, then I guess I’ll stay.”

“What are you staying for, trying to get ahead? That’s not a bad idea.”

“No, I was rejected too.”

“???”

…

“Finally got away.”

Vincent Wolf leaned against a tree trunk, panting, looking back to see that there was no one around. Then he sat down, exhausted.

Although he had the [Rapid Movement] skill, Vincent Wolf was just an Apprentice Beast Master with little energy. Slime’s help was crucial for him to shake them off.

Its growth level had been upgraded to Awakening Level 4, providing Vincent with some energy feedback and physical feedback.

Today was Saturday, and there weren’t many people in the campus.

After a short break, Vincent left the campus safely without encountering any students who wanted to cause him trouble.

Walking on the street, he habitually took out his mask and put it on, then pulled up the hoodie of his coat.

A Schrödinger’s stalker/sociopath/arsonist/assassin was born.

Though this disguise might bring some risks, like accidentally getting arrested as a stalker by a security officer, or mistakenly being captured by a tracking criminal, it was better than being constantly stopped and chatted up or frequented by talent scouts.

In the Beastmaster World, pet beasts are the main productivity, and there is not much difference between men and women in this respect. So, in this world, the ratio of female to male Beast Masters is half and half.This led to a world where, since ancient times, men and women had always taken turns ruling the world, with a high degree of gender equality. In marriage, whoever was stronger would be dominant – if the man was stronger, he would marry the woman, and if the woman was stronger, she would marry the man.

Vincent Wolf had seen himself in the mirror.

He possessed a well-balanced and slender figure, fair and delicate skin, a delicate face with clearly defined and deep facial features, and a pair of clear and captivating eyes that seemed like a pool of clear spring water.

Not to mention his entire temperament was like that of the earth – inclusive and amiable, which made people like him instinctively.

Even Vincent couldn’t help but praise himself, as he was undoubtedly born to be a king.

He felt that the reason the little fox was willing to agree to a contract in advance was because of his appearance.

“How superficial, for truly beneath the skin and flesh of blue powder skeletons and white bones is illusion, and all turns to ashes within a hundred years,” Vincent sighed at this thought.

A young girl who was walking her little wind dog nearby immediately refuted him when she heard this:

“That’s wrong! Grandmaster Beast masters can live for two hundred years!”

“Then it’s all turned to ashes in two hundred years.”

“King-level Beast Masters can live for five hundred years!”

“Hey, you little brat, are you a nitpicker?”

Vincent rolled up his sleeves.

“Eek! Little wind dog, protect me!”

The girl hurriedly hid behind the little wind dog, but the little wind dog also wanted to hide behind her, and the two little creatures began playing a game of hide and seek.

Seeing this, Vincent was no longer angry. He took off his mask, smiled at her with his elfin face, ruffled her hair, put his mask back on, and continued on his way home, leaving the girl standing there, dazed.

After a while, the girl’s face turned red as she jumped up and started running in the opposite direction of Vincent. Her speed was so fast that she almost dragged the little wind dog along with her.

As she ran, she cried out, “Sister! I met an angel!”

…

Before long, Vincent arrived at the entrance of a small courtyard and removed his mask and hoodie.

The courtyard was elegantly and neatly decorated, with a beautiful two-story building standing inside. Behind the building was a tilled plot of land with some vegetables and refreshing, pleasant flowers planted on it.

He carefully pushed open the door, peeking around cautiously. Seeing that Dragon Town was not present, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Old Lizard isn’t here. He can’t blame me now. I followed your instructions by coming here, but you’re not here, so there’s nothing I can do.”

After saying that, Vincent Wolf leisurely hummed a tune and turned to leave.

“Well, well, Vincent, your courage has grown in the few days I haven’t seen you.”

A palm-sized lizard with wings on its back slowly floated into the air, with a collar around its neck dutifully translating the Dragon Chant into Chinese.

“Damn, how could I have forgotten Old Lizard’s [Doubling]!”

Vincent inwardly cursed his luck, but outwardly put on a flattering smile.

“How could you, such a great, great, great, Real Dragon Emperor, have misheard me? Perhaps it’s because my lowly voice cannot reach your mighty ears, like you who suppressed the ages, unparalleled, The Only One in the Universe…”

“Enough, enough!” Flattery might work, but it didn’t in this case, as Dragon Town’s split-mouthed grin was the best evidence.

Dragon Town enlarged its body to half its original size, and its two-meter-long body displayed tight, powerful muscles, resembling steel. Its thick claws were sharp, and its large dragon head had two rows of sharp teeth that gleamed with a cold light, intimidating others.

“Is this what a High-Level Commander looks like? Just the power it unconsciously exerts is so strong, it’s terrifying.”

Having just arrived in the Beastmaster World two days ago, Vincent had no firsthand experience of how strong high-race Level Pet Beasts were.

Now that he saw it, the reputation was truly not in vain.

You see, Dragon Town looked similar to a real dragon on the surface, but it was actually just a Pseudo-Dragon with a trace of dragon blood in it.

With this in mind, one could imagine how terrifying pet-beasts with high-level bloodlines were.