I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1935  Clean Up

Hooray!

Today was the start of the long public holiday. The streets were filled with festivities, with decorations hanging on various light posts, trees and poles. The shops were closed, with only places like restaurants, cafes and touristic spots open for business. The malls were closed, the small petite stores were barred, but many were prepared for the long 4 day festivity from Tuesday to Friday. And those who didn't forget to stick up their fridges, could only rely on whatever was left in their homes, or head to the many famous Vendor Areas in Baymard where one can even get food and other essential items from the numerous vending machines. Today, there was a grand parade scheduled in the afternoon. Several people and businesses registered to open stalls for the festivities. Hot Air Balloon rides and other medieval and modern day games were scattered all around specific open spaces like Times Square Garden and so on. "Step right up! Step right! Join the Bobbing for Apple competition and get a chance to win a giant teddy bear!"

"Great people of Baymard! Line up for a chance to watch our great knights Joust! Only 4 Bays per Ticket! I repeat, only the price of an exercise book for you to watch a match between 2 brave nights!" "Successfully pass one ring in any of the booties and win 1 pack of bubblegum."

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Several people held balloons, ate ice cream, skipped merrily and enjoyed the holidays without a care in the world. But where there is light, there must also be darkness. … –Gauge Town, Baymard–

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Larkstar has been very irritated these past few days. Sure enough, you don't send a monkey to do a man's job. He was a top tier assassin from the Blue Blood Guild. His stats were impressive and his accomplishments were dreams other killers hoped to achieve before their deaths. Because of a mission he undertook in Terique that required him to stay there for 3 and a half years, he had heard quite a lot about Baymard but couldn't go there to witness it all for himself. That being said, he didn't believe there was any mission in Pyno that would be so astronomically impossible to accomplish.

Pooh! Who was he? He was the 11th ranked Assassin in the entire Pyno. He believed that if the other 10 above him were not involved in any mission he had to face, then victory should indeed be his. So when he returned to Carona and heard word of how difficult infiltrating Baymard was, he chuckled, feeling that these lowlife assassin's and scouts don't know how to do their bloody jobs resulting in losses. That's why he accepted his job, he and several others, because the fame and wealth they will get from being victorious. Wearing a warm small and holding flowers in his hand, Larkstar's eyes shone brightly. Glory.. power… wealth… The wealth offered by the guild and by the person who submitted the mission, were so astronomically huge that it made Larkstar's temples throb. Hahahahaha~

Who doesn't like money? With more money, he can expand his group. All assassin's had groups or subordinates they trained with all their hearts. And believe it or not, some assassins like the famous Death, were said to have over 50,000 men. For himself, he only had 25000 in his keep. But with the money offered, he felt he would be able to strengthen his army and boost the numbers up to at least 30,000. What's more, do you know that his rank in Pyno will change if he becomes the first person to successfully infiltrate and accomplish an SSS-class mission in Baymard? He will soon become a God in the eyes of other assassin's, and might even be compared to Death. Some people might even think he was stronger than Death. Just thinking about this stroked Larkstar's ego. But then again, thinking of the mess those blue-skin shit heads left for his people, made him crazy. Who asked them to meet? Who asked them to allow someone to overhear them? 'What a bunch of idiots,' he thought, smiling at the nurse who had bypassed him. Right now, he looked like a harmless man with flowers and a balloon. 'Room 303 A.' Larkstar's eyes gleamed, finally seeing the room number. And at this moment, time seems frozen in place as he slowly approaches with a murderous attempt. 'Kid, you can only blame your bad luck.' ….

Beep. Beep. Beep~

The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the brightly lit hospital room. A 7-year-old boy lay still in his bed like a stiffly painted portrait. His brows twisted, his furrow deepened and he seemed to be going through a terrifying nightmare. However, he didn't know that the true nightmare was about to engulf him while in real life. Lackstar stared at the boy, slowly lifted high head, took out a pillow and slowly rained it high. "Boy, time to–." Larkstar's eyes changed when a sudden inking eroded his senses. Dammit! What bad timing! "Freeze!" Officer McGuire and Officer Mina quickly pointed their dark weapons at Larkstar with heavy faces. "What the hell do you think you are doing with that PILLOW?" "Drop it! Drop it, I say!!!" Both officers were thrilled that they decided to visit the boy when they did. Now they finally had a hunch of what could have been chasing the boy. They went back to investigate and couldn't find any animal or human footprints except for the boy's. However, there were a few broken twigs and branches from shrubs and bushes that were not similar to the pattern running. This alone showed that there was more hidden in sight than what meets the eye. They also found fabric prices too which were taken back to the lab for forensics. With that, they identified the fabrics and knew what type of clothing the pursuers wore – Linen… their very own Baymardian linen.

But this wasn't enough. "STOP!"

"Step away from the boy and get on your knees now!!!"