Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

In Genosha Calivia, the underground world.

Cecilia wearily returned to her office, where Icy had already been waiting for a long time.

The moment he saw Cecilia, he immediately asked, "So, what's the reaction from Charles? Does he want to join us? What's the task he needs to complete?"

Cecilia hung her head, weakly sitting down in her chair. She waved her hand and replied:

"Don't even mention it. He's not interested in joining us at all, he just wants some information."

Now, as an eighth-level Beast Master in the Dawn organization, Cecilia no longer underestimated Charles. Instead, she felt a deep sense of worry and even a hint of regret.

If they had acted sooner, the chances of successfully bringing Charles into the Dawn organization would have been greater.

"Information? He's not looking to join us?" Icy was taken aback by this response.

Didn't expect that Charles's purpose was simply for information?

"What should we do? The trial candidates from other regions are almost finalized, and we still haven't found a suitable candidate on our side." Icy said, feeling a bit anxious.

People like Charles are extremely rare! If they miss out on Charles, there won't be another like him!

"Don't panic, there's still some time. I'll give it another shot." Cecilia said as she lifted her head, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

This was the first time she had put so much effort into trying to recruit a fourth-level Beast Master into the Dawn organization.

There was no helping it, it wasn't just because of Charles's talent, but also due to something even more important. The selection for the "Summoner" in the Dawn organization would begin soon, and they still hadn't found a suitable candidate in Genosha.

The so-called "Summoner" is a term used within the Dawn organization to refer to special individuals. Those who can become "Summoners" are truly exceptional talents, far surpassing the average genius.

They must undergo long periods of rigorous training and face life-and-death crises, constantly improving their strength, all in order to reach the "Silent Land" and fulfill their destined mission.

Genosha has not had a suitable genius for a long time, if this continues, she will face punishment from the organization!

"Damn it, after seeing Charles, everyone else seems so ordinary. If it comes to it, maybe I should have Finn give it a try?" Cecilia thought to herself.

If she couldn't get Charles to join Dawn, she would have to settle for Finn, who was so bent on revenge. Although Finn was quite good, he just couldn't compare to Charles!

At the Genosha Cyber Academy, Charles walked out of the dean's office,

his mind was racing. The Taylor family probably wouldn't face disaster anytime soon.

The emperor of Genosha and Jamie would likely choose to wait, as the situation involved more than just the Taylor family, they also had the Constellation organization behind them.

If they wanted to achieve something greater, they would definitely wait a bit longer.

Due to the ninth-level Beast Master Lucas, both the Taylor family and the Constellation organization had chosen to go into temporary hiding, waiting for an opportunity to act or gather. They would have to wait a couple of days.

"It seems I'll have to let Zane live a little longer." Charles said softly.

Meanwhile,

within the Taylor family's study in Genosha,

Zane wore a very grim expression, looking as if he had fallen seriously ill, lacking energy and vitality.

"Look at your current state, there's no sign of what a future heir of the Taylor family should be like!" Benson said, his impatience evident as he raised his voice.

Upon hearing this, Zane merely lifted his head slightly, showing little reaction.

Ever since leaving the royal banquet, just thinking about Charles made him feel suffocated.

"Enough! I know you've been in a bad mood these past couple of days, it's natural to vent. But in less than two days, three maids have died at home, you need to pull yourself together." Benson sighed and said slowly.

The number of maids who died wasn't important, after all, those lowly people had no background or connections.

In the end, it would just be a matter of compensating a little, or even better, claiming they were up to no good, stealing from the Taylor family, and accidentally got killed. No one would dare to say anything.

This is the might of the Taylor family!

"I understand, father. As long as Charles is alive, it's hard for me to stay calm." Zane clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in response.

Benson wasn't surprised by this, he knew Zane's character well. As the son of the head of the Taylor family, he had always gotten everything he wanted before encountering Charles.

After meeting Charles, he faced setbacks and challenges at every turn.

"Just endure for now. It's not the right time to act against Charles, but it won't be long before I become an eighth-level Beast Master. If everything goes smoothly, Genosha will belong to the Taylor family!" Benson could only offer these words of comfort.

Zane's eyes brightened, and he quickly asked, "Then I can kill Charles when that happens?" Chapter Read:

The longing expression on Benson's face instantly vanished, and he replied stiffly, "No, you cannot."

Even if the Taylor family controlled Genosha by then, they couldn't directly act against Charles because the Constellation organization was always prohibiting the Taylor family from doing so.

If that weren't the case, they would have already sent a seventh-level Beast Master to find an opportunity to assassinate Charles.

"Alright then, father. I'll be going now." Upon hearing this response, Zane felt a wave of powerlessness wash over him as he turned to slowly leave, supporting himself against the wall.

Watching his son leave, Benson struggled to regulate his breathing. He pushed all thoughts of Charles out of his mind.

He focused solely on becoming an eighth-level Beast Master, hoping that all his plans would go smoothly. At that point, all of Genosha would obey the Taylor family's commands, and he would be the new emperor of Genosha!

...

At the crossroads,

Mark carried many essential supplies and arrived in front of a dark, dilapidated house.

This was the same house where Charles had encountered the old woman. He was here to fulfill the task Charles had entrusted to him and to help this unfortunate family.

Gently knocking on the moldy wooden door, Mark waited quietly.

After a long time,

Only then did the sounds of movement come from inside, slow and heavy, like an elderly person on the verge of death.

"Creak." the door slowly opened,

and a suffocating stench hit Mark's face, causing him to instinctively take a step back. He wrinkled his nose and said to the limping man in front of him:

"I have to say, you really let things go. The last time I was here, your house was fairly clean. What happened this time..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he sensed something was off.

Amid the pungent odor, there was a hidden scent of decay. Mark had encountered this smell more than once on Crossroads Street.

It was the stench of a decaying corpse!

Mark's pupils constricted sharply as he fixed his gaze on the limping man, who had been staring down at the ground. He quickly asked:

"What happened? The last time I came a few days ago, everything was fine. I even brought some medicine."

The limping man slowly raised his head, his eyes devoid of life, resembling the moldy filth on the wall beside him.

"They're dead. They committed suicide while I was out working." The limping man's response was eerily calm, as if he were merely stating that autumn had arrived and two leaves had fallen from the sycamore tree in front of the house.

"They?" Mark felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and the items he was holding fell to the ground.

"Yes, they're all dead." the limping man repeated, still maintaining the same calmness.

Mark took a few deep breaths and stepped forward, wanting to go inside and see for himself.

To his surprise, the limping man stood like a piece of wood, unresponsive in place.

With a firm push, Mark moved the limping man aside. Due to his unsteady balance and difficulty with his legs, the man fell to the ground.

Yet he showed no signs of struggle, lying there at the entrance, staring up at the sycamore leaves slowly drifting down, repeatedly murmuring,

"They're dead, they're dead, all dead. Do you think if I died too, our family would reunite in hell?"

Mark had no time to respond, he rushed into the house, and two already decaying corpses came into view.

"Why? Mr. Charles extended a helping hand to you. You could have survived, yet still..." Mark's breath became rapid. Deep down, he understood that the old woman and the limping man's wife had been tormented by their emotional pain, keeping them in a state of suffering.

Yet, he still couldn't accept it because Charles had promised he would provide an answer, one that would ensure the guilty would pay!

Why couldn't they just wait a little longer?

After a long while, Mark slowly walked out of the room, looking at the man who lay on the ground, having lost his daughter, wife, and mother. There was no sign of a will to live in his eyes.

"Alas... my condolences. Everything will..." The comforting words reached only halfway before Mark swallowed them back, he couldn't bring himself to say them.

He simply could not imagine how the limping man had endured these past few days, watching the corpses of his wife and mother while reflecting on his missing daughter. He still hadn't broken down, struggling to hold on.

"Are you waiting for the truth of the matter?" Mark couldn't help but ask.

The limping man's eyes moved slightly as he replied, "Will the guilty die? Will they go to hell too?"

"Yes, they will, definitely!" Mark nodded vigorously.

"When the poor die, they go to hell too. What if they come back to bully us again?" The lifeless voice spoke slowly.

Mark was taken aback. He looked down at the limping man lying on the ground, then glanced up at the pure white sky.

He didn't know how to answer that question, he wanted to know the answer himself.