MM Racing Chapter 01 Don't be nervous, he's just a follower.
Chapter 01 Don't be nervous, he's just a follower.
"Captain, are you sure we're in the right place?"
"Shut up, you idiot. How many times have I told you, you are not allowed to question His Excellency's orders."
"But this place is even more dilapidated than my grandma's attic."
"Can't you just be quiet for a minute?"
In the dilapidated corridor, five people dressed in black robes, their faces obscured, were moving stealthily forward.
The guy at the back of the line would occasionally utter a few complaints, which annoyed the captain at the front.
They had circled around here countless times, yet they still couldn't find the right door. Each time they nervously opened the wooden door, behind it lay either bizarre monsters or troublesome mechanisms and traps.
The worst part is that the corridor seems to have no end. No matter how far or how long you walk, it always feels like you're standing still.
"Um, what do you guys think of this one?"
After a while, everyone stopped. The captain pointed to the door with a large red cross on it and made a suggestion.
"Captain, are you out of your mind? This is clearly a warning sign!"
"We've encountered so many beautiful doors before, but none of them were what we were looking for, and we almost died inside them. This one looks dangerous, but maybe we'll find it by accident. And—"
"And what?"
"Doesn't it look like a treasure marker on a treasure map? Given the perverse tastes of the people who built this place, I feel it's quite possible."
"Oh, Captain, you're so clever! I never thought of that."
"That's why I say you're stupid."
The captain took a deep breath to calm himself down, then pushed open the door in front of him.
"Squeak—"
Just like with the previous door, the sound of disrepair began as soon as the hand started moving.
"Be on guard."
Several men in black robes immediately raised their hands, opened a deep red magic circle, and carefully moved into the room.
There is no light source here; it is pitch black.
They were lucky. You see, the previous times they opened the door, they were met with either octopus monsters or moving marble statue warriors. Once, they even encountered a small dragon covered in fire.
Although I had rested for a short time, I could still smell a burnt smell on myself.
"Hmph, so that's why it wasn't working. Turns out it's some old-fashioned trick."
Finding that the torches wouldn't light, the captain fumbled around on the wall for a bit, then chuckled contemptuously, having already detected the spell attached to the wall.
He conjured a spark in his hand, muttered incantations, and embedded it into the wall the instant the spark exploded.
The fiery red veins immediately appeared, extending in all directions like roads. To be precise, they extended towards the locations of the torches on the four walls.
With a whoosh, the room was instantly illuminated.
However, the group did not let their guard down. They had encountered too many traps, and they couldn't be sure if an unexpected event would occur at any moment.
An old mahogany table stood in the center, taking up almost a third of the space. Behind the chairs on either side of the table were large, tall bookshelves, piled high with countless paper magic books, documents, and papers.
Seeing the diamond-shaped pendant on his chest flashing, the captain knew that heaven rewards those who persevere, and they had finally found the right place.
The pendant was distributed by the Venerable One to guide them. It is said that some book fragments were mixed in when it was made, and those fragments must have come from here.
"Alright, spread out and each person is responsible for a section."
"Captain, just in case, may I double-check what we're looking for?"
"Ugh, it's you again. I knew I shouldn't have brought a newbie like you on this mission."
"Listen carefully," the captain sighed briefly, but patiently continued, "There is a map that can find the legacy of Mage Davist. Let's hurry."
After the other four people started searching, he also chose a corner and began to carefully examine the various materials on the bookshelf.
"Hmm... let me see what's there."
"They're all junk, nothing to see. Unless you like that 'Complete Guide to Demon Girl Cosplay'."
"What cosplay? Davist likes to do this?"
Hearing the librarian's introduction, the captain couldn't help but find it a little funny. But then, a chill ran down his spine.
Wait a minute! There's no administrator here!
"Who, who's talking to me?! Show yourself!"
He turned around angrily, only to find a black-haired boy dressed in Kamar-Taj shamanic attire standing leisurely in front of him, reading a book.
The boy raised his head and gave him a cold look.
Just that one look sent chills down his spine, and he clenched his teeth and trembled.
"Has no one told you that you must be polite to librarians?"
"Bang!" The boy punched him squarely in the chest, sending him flying and crashing to the ground. A cloud of dust billowed up, choking him and causing him to cough violently.
Who is the boy? Why is he here? Why didn't anyone notice him just now?
The other men in black robes were drawn by the commotion and stopped what they were doing, wanting to come forward and help.
But not a single person moved to the captain's side.
They were all frozen in place, as if under a spell, unable to move.
As soon as they met the boy's eyes, they would immediately feel a powerful pressure, their bodies would stiffen, and their minds would go blank.
Why are you all silent?
The boy gently placed the book back on the shelf, then sat down at the head of the long table.
No one answered his question; the men in black robes couldn't even open their lips to speak.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot I was still driving."
After another muttering to himself, the boy blinked, and immediately his aura softened.
However, the "guests" were still in shock and had not yet recovered from the fear they had just experienced.
"Who...who are you?"
The captain clutched his chest, his hands still trembling violently, a pained expression on his face—after being knocked away, his hood had fallen down, revealing a fierce face covered in scars.
You must know that he was one of the Venerable's most prized disciples, whose skill level far surpassed that of the other four team members, yet he didn't even have a chance to fight back.
"Quickly... answer my question. I want to die knowing why."
The boy slowly walked towards the captain, gently patted his shoulder, and gestured for him to relax.
"Don't be nervous, you rude scarred-face guy."
He then paused, and casually revealed his identity:
"My name is Qin Wuying, and I am merely a lowly follower under the Supreme Venerable."
A lackey?!
Upon hearing the young man describe his identity in this way, the men in black robes exchanged bewildered glances.