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Chapter 611: Arrival
It didn’t take long for Michael to arrive at the closest stop to his destination, and as the car slowed to a seamless halt, the tinted doors slid open with a soft hiss.
Michael stepped out, the fresh city air washing over him.
Usually, the more technologically advanced a place was, the more polluted it tended to be.
At least, on earth, that was partly the case.
But here, it was the complete opposite. The air felt clean, crisp, even lighter than what he was used to.
Michael’s gaze drifted upward, following the faint hum of wind as it passed through a line of sleek, vertical pillars embedded along the sidewalks. It didn’t take him long to realize their purpose — air purifiers.
"If I can, I should bring Aunt Mia and Lily here," Michael thought, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "As for relocating... putting everything else aside, a single piece of land here should be worth more than me."
Michael appearance drew a few subtle glances—not because people recognized him, but because he looked effortlessly distinct.
His long, dark hair was tied neatly into a low ponytail, a few stray strands framing his sharp features. He wore a fitted black coat lined with faint silver embroidery, its high collar brushing against his jaw.
The coat was paired with dark trousers and polished boots, giving him the appearance of someone who blended refinement with quiet dominance.
A pair of tinted sunglasses rested on his face, hiding the emerald glow of his eyes. It was a last-minute disguise—a habit he had picked up since his fame began spreading faster than he would have liked.
It didn’t take long for Michael to make his way toward his destination.
He followed the route displayed on his phone until the navigation mark blinked green — indicating arrival.
Michael slowed to a stop, lifting his gaze to the building before him... and blinked in quiet disbelief.
"This is it?" he muttered under his breath.
He had expected something grand — a sprawling academy complex that screamed prestige and history. But what stood before him was... ordinary.
A short skyscraper, barely fifteen stories tall. The kind of corporate structure one might expect from a mid-tier company, not the renowned academy site of Aurora.
A few people in business attire walked in and out through sleek glass doors. The name engraved in silver letters above the entrance read:
EDGE COOPERATION.
Michael frowned, his brows knitting. "Surely... this can’t be it?"
He stood there for a moment, letting the thought hang, his mind weighing the possibility of an error. The coordinates matched perfectly, but everything else about the place screamed corporate office, not academic institution.
Still, standing around wouldn’t answer anything. With a quiet exhale, Michael pushed his hands into his coat pockets and approached the entrance.
As he stepped through the automatic doors, the cool air-conditioned breeze washed over him.
There were no students nor signs of academy life anywhere.
Just uniformed receptionists, floating drones hovering behind the counter.
Michael’s lips curved slightly. "Interesting," he murmured. "If this really is the academy, then they’re doing a very good job of hiding it."
With a quiet, composed step, he moved towards the counter.
Michael approached the counter, his footsteps soft against the polished floor. The moment he arrived, one of the receptionists—a young woman in a crisp silver-and-black uniform—looked up and offered him a professional smile.
"Welcome to Edge Cooperation," she said warmly. "We provide a range of specialized services for both regular clients and registered supernaturals. Depending on your needs, we have in-house training facilities, private gyms suited for supernatural physiques, advanced combat simulation rooms, tutoring programs, resource exchanges, and a few other premium options."
Michael blinked. He hadn’t even spoken yet, and she was already listing off what sounded like a full corporate catalog. Her cheerful tone and seamless delivery suggested she had repeated this countless times.
Still, he calmed almost instantly, his expression smoothing back into neutrality.
Ever since the Federation decided to increase supernatural exposure, it was as if the entire world had gone mad.
New "supernatural companies" kept springing up. Even virtual battle simulators had become the latest craze, with people competing in holographic arenas as if fighting were just another sport.
What he wasn’t sure about was whether this building had always operated like this or if it had been remodeled to fit the new trends.
If it was the former, it meant that back when the Federation still heavily suppressed supernatural information, the intensity of that suppression varied by region. Some areas had been under strict control, while others were only moderately restricted.
After all, the Federation’s first rule had always been to suppress supernaturals from the normal world.
What Michael didn’t know was whether Aurora was entering a golden age or reentering the dark age.
The former meant the realm was advancing — knowledge spreading, research deepening, and society evolving as the lines between normal and supernatural life blurred. Knowledge equaled power, and power, when properly managed, could uplift an entire civilization.
But the latter possibility was far less ideal. More power always bred more corruption. It hadn’t even been long since the Federation lifted its suppression, yet cases of low-tier supernaturals causing trouble were already on the rise. It wasn’t rampant now, but only the heavens knew what the future held.
In any case, Michael reasoned that if he could see the signs, the higher-ups surely could too. It wasn’t his turn to worry about the direction the world was heading.
His task was simpler — to grow stronger, to continue evolving.
Michael gave a small, polite smile and said quietly, "No, I’m not here for any of your services. But thank you."
The receptionist tilted her head slightly, her bright expression not fading. "Oh? Then may I know what brings you to Edge Cooperation today, sir?"
Michael hesitated for a brief moment, his words carefully measured. "I’m here to complete my academy application," he said.
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