Chapter 1138: Good chance of being selected

After a few more seconds, Lex could not come up with a good enough excuse to avoid the question. Objectively speaking, it was a very straightforward question and he had no reason to avoid it. The fact that he was embarrassed by it was an entirely different matter.

"Female, human or humanoid I suppose, with no cultivation level preference. No wait, at least a Golden core cultivation," he answered, and could feel himself regret it immediately.

He meant to just give a simple answer to get the questions over with, but midway it occurred to him that if he were to end up with someone, they would need to have sufficient strength and potential. It was not that he wanted to have them fight or he was being picky, but just that with his life expectancy if he ended up with someone with a low cultivation level, he'd easily outlive them, which wasn't nice, which is why he changed his answer.

The reason he didn't directly say Earth immortal as the minimum was because he assumed then the person would be much, much older than him.

But the moment he gave the answer, he regretted it as well. He was just supposed to be giving a cursory answer. Why was he thinking about it?

"I am a Peak Nascent realm, and plan on breaking through to the immortal realm in a few months."

Lex heard the Druid mutter 'promising' under her breath as she filled out his information.

"Alright, you can go on ahead. Next up is a physical exam to ensure the state of your health."

Lex, too embarrassed by their interaction already, quickly walked through the door and entered the next room.

The exam was quite simple, as they had him stand on a platform while they scanned him. Afterwards, they tried to take a few blood samples, but Lex didn't even need to tell them that he was not open to that. None of their needles could pierce his skin!

"You look like you're in perfect health, Mr. Lex," the doctor said. "But there is one small matter that I want to ask you about. Considering your healthy state, you can choose not to answer and it won't affect your chances of entering the convention. I see that there are two convergence points on your chest that are influencing your body, which is not ordinary for humans. Can you elaborate on their function?"

"Ah, that's simple. They're suppressing my cultivation. I've placed them there myself."

The doctor nodded and recorded the information, seeming very impressed. Lex was not concerned that sharing the information would get him any kind of trouble. If his seals were so easy to interfere with, they would not have been able to hold back his cultivation to begin with.

"Alright Mr. Lex, it seems like everything is in order. I have been authorized to tell you that you can proceed to the waiting room. If there are no unexpected issues then I think that you have a strong chance to be selected for the convention. Due to the standards of Lover's Island, we have to be very thorough in our selection, but I have a good feeling about you."

"Thank you," Lex said politely and walked towards the waiting room. He was hoping that he'd run into the rancher there. After all, what were the chances he was already selected?

As it turned out, the chances were pretty good.

*****

Fahad was panting heavily as he pushed his body off the ground, an immense sense of urgency filling him. Yet when he looked up, his target was gone.

But he did not lower his guard. Being gone did not mean that the target could not come back. For all he knew, the target was hiding and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Noor, are you alive?" he asked, unable to sense his partner.

"I'm alive," she responded promptly, though she remained invisible.

Fahad didn't question why she was not appearing. He couldn't blame her. Who knew that the target they were hunting was actually so powerful? None of the reports they had ever revealed this level of strength.

"We need to put Dunya on full alert," he said, gritting his teeth. "This is not the kind of thing we can hide. We have a serial killer on the loose, and his strength is nearing the peak of this realm."

"The Druids aren't going to be happy if we make that announcement," Noor said.

"They'd be even unhappier if random guests on their planet started dying. We need to enact a lockdown, and we need backup."

Noor did not argue with Fahad. For the most part, her greatest source of hesitation was her own pride. She did not want to admit that she failed. But she supposed failure was still preferable to death.

"You do it," she whispered, and then even her voice disappeared. No one would find her unless she revealed herself.

Fahad sighed, then contacted the Druid leader on this planet.

"Ursun, we have a situation," Fahad said as he looked at the Druid who had assumed his deadly bear form.

"What is it?"

"There's a serial killer on the loose on your planet, and he's much stronger than me."

Those words immediately attracted the bear's undivided attention.

"Tell me about him."

"We've been tracking him across the whole realm. His targets are unpredictable, and his motives are unknown. The only thing we can say for certain is that until he finds his target and tries to kill them, he won't leave this planet. Since we already intercepted him once, we can conclude that he hasn't found his target yet, so he will be on this planet for a while longer."

"What race is he? What can you tell me about him? I'll bring out my best warriors. We'll hunt him down together."

"Just have all your warriors be prepared. He is no weakling. As for his race or origin - we don't know. All I can say is that anyone who has seen him... has only seen two shining headlights. His designation is 'Truck-kun'."