Arcane: Begging for Help in a Parallel Universe!

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"Burn them all to ashes—"

Miss Fortune followed the spy, her mind still replaying the conversation she had just had with Link.

Link's request to her was simple: find the leaders who refused to obey, kill them all from top to bottom, but the bodies couldn't be disposed of using Bilgewater's usual methods.

Miss Fortune knew what Link meant by the "old methods." Either throw them into the water to feed the fish or drag them to the docks to feed the giant rats.

Of course, some small workshops and slaughterhouses also accepted these bodies.

But where the bodies ended up, no one knew.

Link demanded that all the bodies be burned, and the ashes scattered into the sea. Not a single trace of flesh or bone was to remain.

The expression on that young man's face when he said this was still vivid in Miss Fortune's mind.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with solemnity, and there was an undeniable sense of pressure emanating from him.

"He's just a boy under eighteen, yet he's more experienced and ruthless than I am after more than a decade in Bilgewater. How did he grow up like this?"

With this question lingering in her mind, Miss Fortune stepped into the guest cabin.

As soon as she entered, she saw the terrifying beast.

Short, thick, jet-black hair like steel needles covered strong, sinewy muscles. His right arm was perfectly fused with a steel claw, and tubes protruded from his flesh before plunging back in.

The alchemical pump on his back was even more horrifying to look at.

Was this monster really from Piltover?

If so, had the people of Piltover become even more deranged than those in Bilgewater?

If not, then how chaotic had Piltover become to allow such a monster to exist?

As Miss Fortune's thoughts raced, Vander turned to look at her. "What do you need?"

"Huh? Oh—" Miss Fortune snapped out of her daze and coughed. "Right, the boss asked me to take you two on a little trip."

"Done!" Jinx's loud shout, completely ignoring everyone else, made Miss Fortune look over in surprise. Even Graves, who had been facing the corner, couldn't help but turn his head.

Jinx held up Fishbones with both hands. Without altering or interfering with the original design, she had successfully incorporated her own elements, seamlessly blending them into Link's design.

"Hehehe, Link's gonna be so impressed with me now!"

Jinx pulled the trigger. Without any alchemical ammunition loaded, the rotating barrels of the gun emitted a buzzing noise.

Graves' eyes immediately lit up. Such a violent gun—he wanted it!

Miss Fortune blinked, looking at the excited Jinx and then at the doting Vander beside her.

She slapped her forehead and sighed. She had a feeling the boss had assigned her a very troublesome task.

...

Half an hour later, a spy came to report to Link in the guest cabin.

"Sir, Miss Fortune has left with those two," the spy said coldly, standing at the door.

Link hummed in acknowledgment without looking up. The spy took two steps back, closed the door, and left the cabin.

"Father—" Pride approached Link and whispered, "Do you need me to go?"

"What, don't trust Sarah and the others?" Link chuckled at Pride's initiative. Pride's eyes flickered, and he silently shook his head.

"Alright, I know what you're thinking," Link patted Pride's head. "But let them handle this. As a leader, you need to have full trust and confidence in your subordinates.

If you want to stretch your legs, there'll be plenty of opportunities later. Don't fight them for this one."

"But what if they mess up?" Pride asked. Link shrugged. "Then it'll be up to me, the boss, to clean up their mess."

"Alright, let's go take a walk around the air harbor. No point staying cooped up here."

As Link stood up, Pride fetched the lab coat from the hanger and handed it to him.

After putting it on, Link left the cabin with Pride and headed straight for the docks.

Camille's sudden visit, Graves' capture, and the successful drone test had all added to his workload.

Miss Fortune's armor needed to be made, and Camille's couldn't be neglected either. Graves had been captured, so he couldn't just sit around doing nothing.

Thus, Link needed to spend at least two days preparing armor and weapons for them.

Designing based on their skins as themes was simple, but Link felt he needed some new inspiration and stimulation.

Arriving at the docks, Link stood at the edge and gazed into the distance.

The sea and sky merged into one, with countless ships sailing across the horizon.

He looked down at the bustling port below.

The harbor was teeming with people and ships.

Link's eyes scanned the ships docked at the port, judging their types and origins.

"Hmm, Noxian ironclads. The axe-like bow is their signature style. Even Demacian merchant ships are here. It's hard to imagine anyone can afford their weapons and equipment."

If Noxian weapons were already being mass-produced, Demacian weapon-making was still stuck in the age of manual forging—time-consuming, labor-intensive, and extremely expensive.

But in return, Demacian weapons were indeed expensive, but they were also incredibly effective.

Link pushed these thoughts aside and continued scanning.

"Even Ixtal has ships trading here? How rare!"

"Wow, I didn't expect to see an Ionian ship. With so many Vastaya, aren't they afraid of being captured and sold as slaves?"

Link's gaze lingered on the Ionian merchant ship. Sailors were busy loading supplies, while the first mate and captain haggled with the port suppliers.

"These Vastaya are bold. Even the chameleon with flowers on its head perched on the mast is interesting."

Link was about to look away when he paused and turned back to the Ionian ship.

"A chameleon with flowers on its head?"

"A flower-crowned chameleon?"

"A chameleon?!"

Link narrowed his eyes, a faint blue light glowing in them, allowing him to see distant objects more clearly despite the spatial barrier.

He focused on the chameleon with flowers on its head perched on the mast.

Its long, color-changing blue tail wrapped around the mast, much like a monkey using its tail to maintain balance at great heights.

As his vision zoomed in, Link noticed more details.

The creature used two colorful arms to grip the mast, its fingers glowing with magical light that constantly shifted hues, creating a surreal effect.

It had short, blue-purple hair with ends that curled outward.

Bright flowers adorned its ears, though it was unclear whether they were decorations or part of its body.

Several slender stamens grew from its head, resembling antennae, emitting a rainbow-like magical glow that added to its fantastical appearance.

Its large, amber eyes were strikingly beautiful, with vertical pupils that radiated innocence. Its cheeks were painted with vibrant patterns, and its lips looked tender, possibly stained with some kind of flower juice.

Its gaze swept over everything in sight, filled mostly with curiosity and confusion.

Its body was covered in scales and tattoo-like patterns, the latter being traces of wild magic that couldn't be washed away or removed. The scales were a natural feature of its species.

On its body, human skin and animal scales blended seamlessly, reminiscent of the gradual transition on a mermaid's torso.

Its upper body was clad in tanned brown leather, covering its chest, while its lower half wore a tight, vine-woven safety shorts.

It looked both wild and captivating.

After observing for a while, Link clicked his tongue.

"According to the timeline, you shouldn't be here. You couldn't possibly be here."

"Neeko—"

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