Meanwhile, the sinister mist, after penetrating his core, hurtled towards Benjamin's brain. Upon reaching its vicinity, its pace slackened. From the mist emerged creatures of the most peculiar form. Their size, much smaller than a strand of hair, rendered them nearly invisible to the naked eye.Yet, upon seeing Benjamin's brain, these entities, seemingly having found a delectable feast, became exceedingly agitated and hastened towards it.Boom!However, just as they made contact with Benjamin's brain, a powerful wave of spiritual energy shielded it, casting out more than half of the invaders.But the remaining entities appeared undeterred, rather they became even more frenzied, hurtling towards the protective barrier around Benjamin's brain.Suddenly, two beams of light manifested, revealing two figures within them. One was Benjamin, and the other was none other than the soul of the Holy Maiden.These manifestations were but the concentration of their spiritual energies. Benjamin had

"Roar!"Excitedly, Young Dragon gazed at Benjamin with deep reverence. It never imagined that just one herb from its master could have such miraculous effects.But as it attempted to draw closer for an affectionate gesture, Benjamin hastily stopped it."Stay back; I need to tend to my wounds."Benjamin had sustained various injuries, but in his quest to save Young Naive, he had prioritized seeking the healing herb.Now, with Young Naive awakened and Young Dragon's injuries mostly healed, Benjamin intended to consume a stalk of Luminous Grass himself.However, halfway through the action, he hesitated. His injuries, compared to Young Dragon and Young Naive, were relatively minor. To use such a potent healing herb for himself felt somewhat wasteful.After some thought, he returned the herb to his storage ring. Instead, he plucked a single leaf from it, chewing it gently.Immediately, a surge of pure energy flowed through him, rejuvenating his body, healing his wounds, and replenishing hi

As these words reached Benjamin's ears, his brows furrowed in contemplation. Still, he held his silence, attentively listening to Venn's continued tale."Just over a fortnight ago, we chanced upon you and the young lady of the Broly lineage aboard a wooden vessel. You, Captain, were enveloped in a deep slumber, and the maiden bore many a wound. Initially, our men wished to bring you to our camp for healing. However, orders from the high command summoned you for inspection and scrutiny. This directive, impossible to refuse, labeled you as delusional, potentially harmful to those around. Thus, they've isolated you here, not in a mere infirmary, but a secretive research institution established some years prior, rumored to be Elmer's own brainchild. As of now, only Venn, Noam, and I have permission to communicate with you. So, should you wish to venture beyond these walls, I must, by duty, hinder your path."Reaching this point, Venn's voice wavered, his throat dry. Yet his gaze revealed

Yet, resentment towards the elder never burgeoned within Benjamin. Instead, his eyes glittered with a trace of curiosity as he beheld the elder, questioning: "Pray tell, to whom shall I deliver this letter?""Miranda Byner!"The elder's three uttered words resonated like a seismic jolt, leaving Benjamin utterly staggered."Byner... Miranda Byner?!"A look of incredulity washed over Benjamin's features as he beheld the figure standing before him."Yes, that's her! Moreover, she's my daughter!"Once more, Benjamin felt as though a bolt of lightning had fiercely struck his very core.To the uninformed, the name Miranda Byner might not ring a bell. But Benjamin knew all too well—she was one of the three deputy leaders of the Moonlight Religious Sect, an infamous cult with vast influence across Southeast Asia. Rumored to be the consort of the current sect leader, she had reportedly reached the pinnacle of her powers two decades ago. As for her present capabilities, Benjamin was unsure. Yet

Having checked in, Benjamin realigned his thoughts. With the address in hand, he once again stepped out briskly."Hey, mate, need a ride?"Barely moments outside the hotel, an aged taxi edged closer to where Benjamin stood. The thickly-accented voice of the driver took him by surprise, but he'd prepared himself for such encounters, enabling him to comprehend the offer at hand.In the delicate veil of the moonlit night, he fervently expressed: "I wish to go to the address written on this paper."With a refined cadence, Benjamin responded in a most pristine English.After all, in this land of New Braum, the mastery over the English language was quite ubiquitous. So, upon hearing his response, the taxi driver just slightly nodded in understanding. He then swiftly took the slip of paper from Benjamin's hand, skimming its contents with a cursory glance.As the driver discerned the written address, a fleeting shadow crossed his countenance. Had Benjamin not been keenly observant, this swift