WTYTIAAN Chapter 235

## Chapter 235

Angels also have varying degrees of power. Generally, the more wings a newly born angel baby has, the stronger they are.

Of course, the maximum is six wings. It’s estimated that the God of Light considered that too many wings wouldn’t look good when creating the angel race, so he limited the number of wings.

Yan Yunqing recalled for a moment and confirmed that among the angel race, only Theodore seemed to have six wings right from birth.

So, this is indeed Theodore’s birth scene?

Perhaps it was because Yan Yunqing’s gaze was too surprised, but the little angel, bathed in the warm winter sun, opened his brilliant golden eyes and met Yan Yunqing’s gaze from afar.

In that instant, it was as if a steam train from a distant past was traveling towards him, the roar tearing through the old, and gradually resonating with the heartbeat in his chest.

Yan Yunqing opened his eyes.

He was stunned for a long time before he completely woke up from the strange dream.

Pinching his brow, Yan Yunqing looked around and realized he was in an unfamiliar room. He then remembered that he was in Freedom City, having found an inn to stay overnight, preparing to meet with [Ying Yi] the next day.

He just didn’t know why he had such a strange dream. In the dream, he clearly recognized that he was dreaming and even judged that the dream was likely from someone else’s memory.

Because the clothing in the dream was very similar to what gods wore, Yan Yunqing even thought about the gods he was familiar with, like the Dark God, Barder.

However, the moment he saw the birth of the angel, Yan Yunqing became a little uncertain. After all, angels are creations of the God of Light…

Could it be the memory of the God of Light?

Of course, Yan Yunqing also suspected that he might have just been imagining it in his dream. After all, a character who looked like Theodore appeared in the dream. What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. It was normal for him to dream of Theodore at night since he had been thinking about confronting Theodore all day.

However, if this was a real memory, and the newly born angel happened to be Theodore, then the time of this memory would be very ancient.

Yan Yunqing rubbed his nose and estimated: At least three or four thousand years ago, right?

Angels are creations of the God of Light, born from the purest sunlight. Since the death of the God of Light, the angel race no longer produces new angels. Fortunately, the angel race doesn’t have a lifespan. Basically, they either die in battle or choose to fall themselves.

Before Theodore betrayed the God of Light and followed the Demon King, he had already been born for a very long time, tracing back to before the God War.

Although he didn’t know why he suddenly had this dream, Yan Yunqing didn’t have enough clues to analyze it at the moment and could only put it aside temporarily. He glanced at the time, realizing it was almost time for his appointment with [Ying Yi]. He casually tidied himself up and went out.

Freedom City was as it always was.

Most of the people on the streets were mercenaries, gray and dusty, as if they had been assimilated by the desert.

Unlike the last time, he could now see children with their chests puffed out and heads held high, patrolling the city like real city guards.

Yan Yunqing passed these children nonchalantly, passed the new office building that the children’s group had built on the old site of Mandy Pell, and turned into the Bounty Hunter Association next door.

The moment he entered the Bounty Hunter Association, taking advantage of a brief blind spot, Yan Yunqing changed his appearance again, walking into the hall with a face that was so ordinary it couldn’t be more ordinary.

Finding a mission board for self-submission, Yan Yunqing submitted all the missions he had previously accepted in one go. After deciding to meet with Theodore, he ran to the Bounty Hunter Association branch and accepted a pile of hunting missions.

This was the most suitable way Yan Yunqing knew to quickly gain experience. After all, killing monsters would give him a certain amount of experience, and completing the Bounty Hunter Association’s missions would also give him a sum of experience, essentially eating from both ends.

On the way to Freedom City, Yan Yunqing efficiently completed over a hundred hunting missions, which slightly slowed down his journey, but the experience gained was considerable.

It was only a little slower than fleecing player’s for experience, but his puppets were still left in Castella City and Loreus City, diligently intercepting the players’ experience for him, and his disguises also remained in these two cities, making it convenient to fleece player’s at any time.

Submitting all the newly completed missions, a massive amount of experience was poured into Yan Yunqing’s panel. Added to the experience he had fleeced from the players during this time, he successfully pushed himself to the threshold of level ninety-five.

Feeling the surge of power within his body, Yan Yunqing clenched his fist. This feeling of significantly improved strength was truly good.

Then, he began to select high-experience hunting missions near Freedom City, accepting them all in one go without even looking at the level. With his current strength, he could basically walk sideways across the Ermann Continent.

Not many could compare to his strength, let alone surpass him. The only thing to worry about were the monsters. However, monsters above level 100 basically stayed in the Sea of Death, killing each other to cultivate, rarely venturing outside.

After all, level 100 was basically considered the top tier of human strength. If a level 100 monster were to appear, it would definitely result in a large number of deaths. If one really appeared, it wouldn’t just be listed on the Bounty Hunter Association’s reward list, but would require several parties of strong individuals to encircle and suppress it.

Yan Yunqing calculated that once he completed all the missions he had accepted this time, plus the protection mission from [Ying Yi], his level should reach the 98-99 range. Whether he could break through to 100 would still depend on luck, but there was a chance.

To put it bluntly, Yan Yunqing was still a little nervous. Even if he knew that even if he forcibly broke through to level 100, he would be no different from level 80 in front of Theodore.

After all, Theodore had fighting power comparable to that of a god!

It was just the difference between being killed in one move and being killed in three moves.

Thinking this way, Yan Yunqing still accepted new missions, comforting himself in his heart that being killed in three moves was better than being killed in one move. At least he would have two moves to think of a way out. If it really didn’t work, he could activate [Unyielding Will] and teleport to Selinval…

He was just worried that Theodore would vent his anger on the elves, since Sylph, who was familiar with Theodore, had already returned to the Mother Tree.

Yan Yunqing sighed again.

*

Brute was one of the receptionists at the Bounty Hunter Association. Today was like any other day in the past. When he woke up in the morning, he lazed in bed for a while. By the time he woke up again, it was almost time for work. He hurriedly got out of bed and ran out the door without even getting dressed properly. He arrived at the Bounty Hunter Association just before being late and started another sleepy day sitting at the counter.

As long as no bounty hunters looked for him, he could spend the day doing nothing and still get a decent reward. This job was really wonderful.

The only thing that wasn’t so wonderful was that most of the bounty hunters here had bad tempers, and there was always a risk of getting beaten up. However, there were also enough guards stationed here, so his safety wasn’t that cheap. If there was a conflict, these guards would protect him.

Brute supported his chin with one hand, his head bobbing up and down, lower and lower—

With a bang, Brute’s forehead slammed onto the table, making a crisp sound.

It sounded like a good melon.

Oh, no, it was a good brain.

“Hiss—” Brute sucked in a cold breath. The sleepy bugs that had originally made him drowsy were scared away by this thump, and the pain from his forehead made him gasp and rub his head as he looked up. He happened to see an unremarkable man leaving the mission board.

Brute subconsciously focused his attention on the other’s profile, a face he didn’t recognize at all.

Who knew that the man seemed to have extremely strong perception and immediately noticed his gaze. He slightly tilted his head and looked in his direction. Meeting those deep, abyss-like eyes, Brute was startled and instinctively lowered his head, reducing his presence.

Wait, why did he suddenly have the feeling of being targeted by a natural enemy?

That wasn’t right, he didn’t have any impression of the person who had just passed by. He should be a ‘hunter’ brought in from outside. Why should he be afraid?

Brute said this in his heart, bolstering his courage. He looked up again in the direction of the man—

Huh, where did the person go?

He ran away too fast, right?

Brute was bewildered and also unable to doze off because of this sudden situation. He rubbed his reddened forehead and muttered something. He couldn’t control his curious hand and opened the mission board to check the few missions that had changed today.

He immediately saw a large batch of missions that had just been successfully submitted. The person who submitted the missions was the same one. The person didn’t choose to submit anonymously, but submitted them openly. The name was an ID that all the staff members in the association were very familiar with—[Joker].

Brute’s eyes widened. For some reason, he thought of the ordinary-looking man from just now.

Using his staff access, he temporarily obtained the right to view the details and checked those missions again. Sure enough, he saw that the final submission location for those missions was the headquarters of the Bounty Hunter Association in Freedom City—the association hall where he was.

So, the ordinary-looking man was indeed Joker, right!

Brute’s heart was pounding. He couldn’t be more familiar with this name—or rather, all the staff members of the Bounty Hunter Association were very familiar with this name.

He joined the Bounty Hunter Association a year ago, his strength was so strong that he was a Silver Hunter from the start, and he leveled up to Gold Hunter in just over a month. Then, he went silent for half a year. Until recently, he appeared again, taking on countless missions in one go, completing them in the fastest time, and breaking through to Platinum Hunter.

Just now, the badge in front of [Joker]’s name had been upgraded to a diamond pattern, meaning that [Joker] had become one of the few hundred Diamond Hunters in the Bounty Hunter Association.

With [Joker]’s mission speed, he believed that it wouldn’t be long before he could cross the Diamond Hunter level and reach the highest level of Obsidian Hunter, or even Honorary Hunter…

Those were only seven existences in the entire association, possessing the highest authority of the association and access to all resources!

Most importantly, the name [Joker] had the same codename as the mysterious powerhouse who had been wanted by Bato Vita. There were even rumors within the association that these two were the same person…

Brute smacked his lips, feeling a little excited.

Anyone would find it difficult to calm down after possibly seeing a legendary powerhouse, right?

But why did Joker come to Freedom City?