Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"You don’t look like an instructor, more like some thug who popped out of nowhere." Kael stretched out his finger, seemingly unfazed by the heat, and pinched out his cigarette.

"Oh, sorry, he’s just used to it. Squad Leader Kael, how did you know that Uryan used to be an instructor?" the white-coated goblin said with a strained smile, shooting Uryan a glance.

Uryan, not caring at all, took out his lighter and lit another cigarette, taking a deep drag. The cigarette burned right down to the butt, engulfing him in smoke:

"I’ve known him longer than you; the kid trained under me back in the day and went through quite a bit of suffering."

Upon hearing him speak like this, Kael’s indifferent face twitched slightly, and when he spoke again, there was a trace of emotion in his voice:

"If by ’training’ you mean making a 12-year-old kid march five kilometers with a heavy load until he’s exhausted and then punching him repeatedly until he’s almost unconscious, then I guess you could call it that."

Hearing Kael’s words, the white-coated goblin froze for a moment, turning to look at Uryan as if he were looking at some animal.

"Tsk, the professional soldiers in the goblin city guard all went through this before you came up with improved methods for enhancing close combat specialists.

Condensing a specialty is an extremely dangerous act. Even Martial Monks, who have honed their bodies over a long time and are half-stepping on this path, face massive risks when forcefully going against their body’s instincts."

Uryan tossed his cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, speaking nonchalantly, "Please, professionals all go through life-and-death situations. For people like you without a foundation, if you don’t stimulate the body’s survival instincts by pounding specific parts with an Iron Fist, it’s perfectly normal to have organ failure if you fail in condensing a specialty."

Kael clicked his tongue softly.

While condensing a specialty during the Bell Federation era was barbaric, he had not imagined that six hundred years ago, the methods for condensing transcendental specialties on this continent were so brutal.

Uryan lowered his head and took out another cigarette, lit it, and put it in his mouth. Seeing Kael’s frown deepen, he raised an eyebrow provocatively and then turned to the white-coated goblin and said:

"Alright, Dr. Osborne, let’s talk in the car about whatever you want. If you are willing to crawl out of your doghole, it must not be just to see me. Get in the car, we’ll talk on the way back."

Dr. Osborne nodded, then turned his gaze towards Kael.

Kael frowned, and the three of them got into a car, leaving ahead of the convoy toward Wandong City.

On the road, Uryan, who was driving, finally spoke up again:

"Alright, Dr. Osborne, ask him directly whatever you want to ask. In this rotten world, you won’t find a goblin with a stronger body than his, and I fear... there will no longer be a chance in the future."

It seems the goblin empire has already collapsed, what remains in Wandong City is just the ashes of the Empire.

The city’s supply of soldiers was dwindling, and with the effects of the Anti-Casting Field Device, it became even harder for professionals to advance.

Among the new citizens of the empire, many didn’t even know the origins of the professionals’ powers.

The white-coated goblin nodded and smiled warmly at Kael, "Squad Leader Kael, I’ve heard from the councilor that you were once parasitized by a ’Gluttonous Slime’ monster, and had some of your blood and flesh dissolved, is that right?"

Kael narrowed his eyes, his piercing gaze lingering on the goblin researcher beside him before he replied indifferently, "Is there a problem?"

"I’ve heard that when you were young, you secretly wrote to your father’s superior, saying that there was divine support behind the undead and monsters, and that if results were to be achieved, decapitation strikes must be performed as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once Divine Descent is used, our plans would be ruined in an instant. Too bad, back then no one cared about a Human child’s opinion, let alone adopted it."

"Maybe I was just guessing then? The monsters, when they merged with the Dungeon into the continent, due to not being recognized by the world’s will, exhibited more beastly behaviors compared to the normal continental races.

The undead, thirsting after the living’s flesh and blood and highly venerating the act of trampling on life, were all the harder to control.

Such aggressive monsters and undead, yet attacking the goblin empire in such an orderly fashion, seemed unreasonable to me. But you all were blinded by the firepower of Magic Equipment and hot weapons."

"Look at you, daring to speak but not to acknowledge!" Uryan suddenly laughed.

The smoke he had inhaled billowed from his slightly flared nostrils, his eyes sharpening, "I remember clearly. When you pulled strings to enter the camp wishing to become a professional, the look in your eyes was too determined for a child.

Of course, not just you. Your Rangers... tsk, never mind, let’s not talk about it. At least at this moment, we are still war buddies." @@novelbin@@

Kael was silent for a moment.

He wasn’t sure if Uryan was testing him or had already come to a conclusion, but either way, it at least showed that Uryan had started to doubt his and his Rangers’ identities. Continue reading stories on NovelBin.Côm

Damn, things are a little tricky now!

In normal echo-type historical instances, the world’s will helps instance raiders integrate into the Dungeon by starting from scratch, providing raiders with a scientifically reasonable identity.