Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Jack Clark was speechless, “I’m not a Killing Demon, how could I possibly kill millions of people? I just killed an excessive number of high-level mutant beasts is all.”

The dialogue between the two made all the bodyguards swallow hard.

A Blood Fiend equivalent to having killed over a million people, just how many Unique Beasts had this man, who didn’t look more than twenty years old, killed? And all of them were high-level ones at that.

The beautiful female assistant beside Crystal Boyce seemed a bit lost, not knowing what had happened.

This time, Jack Clark had only used his spirit to intimidate, bypassing Crystal Boyce and the female assistant; if he had used Domain Projection, the scene would have been a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood covering half of the building.

After ‘greeting’ the professional bodyguards, which was their way of getting to know each other, Jack Clark and Damon Lopes followed Crystal Boyce to the twenty-fifth floor.

“This is the Dance Training Area; recently, Miss Joseline has been practicing the choreography for several finale songs with the Dance Group.”

As they were introduced by Crystal Boyce, the four of them passed through the corridor and stood outside the dance studio, seeing through the glass that the training inside had already ended.

More than a dozen male and female dancers were wiping sweat and packing up.

These men and women all had ideal physiques, looking youthful and attractive.

Standing before them was their protection mission target, Mathilda Ward.

As an internationally renowned singer, Mathilda Ward was very beautiful, with a fair face, striking features, and an irresistibly sweet and pretty appearance.

Compared to the dazzlingly beautiful Crystal Lewis sisters and the delicately pretty Freya Louise, Mathilda Ward didn’t make as stunning a first impression.

However, if one looked longer, they would find her more and more attractive, the kind with excellent temperament and lasting charm.

Moreover, she was only about one meter sixty in height and had a proportionate figure, but next to others like Jack Clark who were over one meter eighty, she seemed somewhat petite.

But in this world, there were countless beautiful women; it wasn’t for her looks that Mathilda Ward was famous, but for her classic songs that had become popular in many countries.

In just a few years since her debut, Mathilda Ward had over thirty globally famous hit songs to her name, most of which were classics.

Of course, besides her exquisite singing talent and celestial voice, the quality of her lyrics and compositions played a significant role in the success of her songs.

Although her identity was not known to the public, the high levels of various countries and some top-tier forces were aware of it, not to mention the resources she possessed herself.

Under such circumstances, the so-called celebrities of society and top-tier lyricists and composers filled her inbox with their works, leaving her to choose as she pleased.

Naturally, Jack Clark understood that she deserved all of it—the achievements of the Mysterious Martial Sky King were enough to bless his descendants for many generations.

The four entered the training room, where Crystal Boyce smiled and said, “Everyone has worked hard today, go and take a rest.”

The backup dancers seemed pleasantly surprised and hastily responded.

“We’re not tired; Miss Joseline is the one who’s exhausted. She has to practice singing and train with us.”

“Yes, Miss Joseline has been working so hard.”

“Boss Boyce, goodbye, Miss Joseline.”

As they left, those female dancers in tight clothes, revealing their sexy figures, couldn’t help but cast curious glances at Jack Clark.

Helplessly, compared to the suave Damon Lopes, the handsome, cool, and oppressively steady Jack Clark attracted more attention from women.

In front of Jack Clark, those male dancers who had looked fit and handsome with light makeup on now seemed insignificant by comparison, not in the same league at all.

Once the backup dancers had left, Crystal Boyce turned to the female student, who was still wiping her sweat as she walked over, and said gently, “Miss Joseline, these two gentlemen are Mr. Callum and Mr. Lopes, who General Lance has specifically tasked with your security.”

“I know, Uncle Lance has already told me.”

With that, Mathilda Ward looked at Jack Clark and the other, apologizing, “I’m sorry to trouble you both for making a special trip because of me.”

Damon Lopes said nonchalantly, “Miss Ward, no need for formality. I was bored staying in the Military District, so it’s good to get out. With me here, no one will hurt even a single hair on you.”

…Jack Clark gave him a weird look.

He remembered on the airplane that Damon had complained that he didn’t want to come at all, but was lured by the resources for two level breakthroughs.

It was then that Crystal Boyce spoke, “Miss Joseline, you chat with Mr. Callum and the others; I’ll go take care of some remaining matters.”

“Sure, Aunt Boyce, you go ahead, and I will entertain them.”

Once Crystal Boyce and her assistant had left, only Mathilda Ward and the two men remained in the training room. Suddenly, she said, “Gentlemen, may I ask a favor of you?”

Jack Clark politely responded, “The floor is yours.”

Mathilda Ward spoke softly, “If those two king-level Avatars really show up, please don’t worry about my safety and kill them with all your strength.”

“…Miss Ward.” Jack Clark paused slightly.

Mathilda Ward smiled and said, “Did Uncle Lance tell you that even if the mission fails, you’re to ensure my safety?”

Though it was a question, Mathilda Ward’s tone was certain.

Damon Lopes instinctively replied, “Miss Ward, how did you know?”

Mathilda Ward smiled at the corners of her eyes, “Of course, it was a guess, but given your reactions, there clearly is such an order. So, can you promise me?”

Jack Clark frowned slightly, “Miss Ward, you don’t seem to have much confidence in this plan. Hasn’t the military already set up the Heaven and Earth Trap?”

Mathilda Ward sighed, “It’s not a lack of confidence, but that the Blood God Acunus is too cunning and treacherous.”

“As a strong man who survived from the Dark Age and ascended to the level of a king, he possesses not a trace of kingly demeanor, clingy to life and scared of death, with countless Avatars..”