Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

Countless red smoke billowed out from Wesley's mouth, enveloping the entire room.

"That's good. This way, we can shield ourselves from the attention of those terrifying beings. But the condition is that your [Spiritual Sensitivity] isn't too overwhelming, or else..." Wesley said slowly.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Charles remained silent, frozen in place. Ever since Wesley took out that red stone, Charles's eyes had not left it.

The information presented before him left Charles utterly astonished!

[Fire God Stone [???]: ???]

Charles tucked away his curiosity and confusion. He looked at the red smoke filling the entire space and slowly reached up to remove the [Mysterious Necklace] around his neck.

Soon, a slight pain began to throb in Charles's head, and he heard faint, indistinct sounds in his ears.

Scenes from the past gradually appeared in his mind, including the first time he saw that strange, eerie tentacle in Professor Colton's underground chamber.

There were also the bizarre tentacles of the level eight Beast Master from the Constellation organization, the terrifying eyeballs he had encountered, and everything that had happened in the mysterious space while helping his teacher break the curse during the trials at Cyber Academy—all of it resurfaced!

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It seemed like just a few breaths had passed, and Charles recalled everything.

However, Wesley, standing beside Charles, wore an expression of unprecedented shock and unease. He gaped at the smoke above Charles's head, which was slowly turning black, and muttered in disbelief:

"What on earth, is this truly a level of spiritual sensitivity that a mere human can possess? Could it be that Charles is actually...?"

Wesley instantly clamped his mouth shut, realizing that certain thoughts were best left confined to the recesses of his mind, uttering them aloud would undoubtedly attract the attention of terrifying entities!

The current problem was that Charles's [Spiritual Sensitivity] was simply too abnormal, the red smoke that should have concealed him was beginning to shift to black.

"Damn it! The power of this stone can't even cover for Charles? I have to increase the concentration of red smoke!" Wesley thought, glancing sadly at the red stone on the smoking gun.

He no longer hesitated, grasping the smoking pipe and placing it between his lips, inhaling deeply with a steady rhythm before exhaling.

Gradually, an increasing volume of crimson smoke began to billow forth from Wesley's mouth and nostrils, swiftly coalescing above Charles's head.

The transformation of the smoke into a dark hue began to decelerate, but the price for this change was evident: the stone on Wesley's smoking pipe was visibly diminishing at an alarming rate. "Charles! Are you done yet? Hurry up and put on that fragment!" Wesley shouted loudly.

Charles, as if suddenly awakened from sleep, blinked in confusion and quickly surveyed his surroundings. Once he grasped the situation, he swiftly put the [Mysterious Fragment] back on.

The speed at which the smoke above his head turned black began to decrease once more.

After a while, the smoke transformed back to red again.

Only then did Wesley stop his actions, collapsing weakly onto the ground, his face contorted with discomfort as he stared blankly at the tiny red stone on the smoking gun, which was now only the size of a grain of rice.

"My... my treasure! It hurts so much, it's all over!" Wesley cried out in despair.

Charles looked at Wesley in confusion and asked with concern, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Wesley slowly lifted his head, gazing at Charles's bewildered expression. He sighed and carefully tucked away the last remaining grain-sized stone before saying:

"It's nothing, just some resources that exceeded my expectations. Charles, are you even human?"

Charles looked at Wesley strangely, thinking about how odd that question was. Was he not human or something else?

A ferocious beast, perhaps?

"I remember everything now. The cargo transported on the train—I felt it from the Beast Master in the [Constellation] organization!" Charles spoke up.

Upon hearing the name [Constellation], Wesley's eyes narrowed instantly. He licked his lips nervously and said without hesitation,

"Charles, this is something you can't get involved in anymore. Let Nathaniel handle it. You should leave quickly."

Charles nodded. He was just a level four Beast Master. Facing a colossal entity like [Constellation] head-on would be tantamount to seeking death.

Although he didn't understand what the level eight Beast Master from [Constellation] meant when he spoke of everything being a matter of fate.

Also, Charles had a vague feeling that the Beast Master from [Constellation] not attacking him directly seemed to suggest some unspoken purpose.

With that thought, Charles pulled out his phone and informed Nathaniel of his discovery.

Nathaniel immediately responded in an unprecedented tone, urging Charles to leave Flower Falls City with Luna and Snow as soon as possible!

"Hurry up and leave! Since people from [Constellation] have shown up, I can guess what they might be transporting." Wesley sighed heavily.

Charles turned his attention to Wesley, curiously asking, "Mr. Wesley, have you seen such things before?"

Wesley nodded and replied slowly, "Alchemists and blacksmiths know more about those existences than ordinary Beast Masters. The fragment around your neck was embedded by my own hands."

Wesley didn't use the term "forged", instead, he said "embedded."

"I am a master-level blacksmith, and there aren't many master-level blacksmiths in the Abyssal Depths. Most people are not as skilled as I am, yet when faced with that fragment, I had no way to fully utilize it. I could only embed it into the necklace with all my effort."

"Its full power hasn't been unleashed yet. Perhaps in the future, if you find other fragments, you could try to combine them. It should bring you a tremendous surprise." Wesley said with a hint of disappointment.

Charles hadn't expected that the [Mysterious Fragment] given to him by Teacher Ezra would be something that even a master-level blacksmith could only handle in such a simple manner.

"Just a fragment, and it's already so powerful that it can subtly make me forget those things. What could possibly cause the original whole to become fragmented?" Charles said, filled with curiosity.

Wesley shook his head, speaking with a warning tone to Charles:

"You'd better keep that fragment with you. It won't be long before you forget those things again. It's a form of protection for you."

"Also, the world of Beast Masters is larger than you can imagine. Many unknown things come from beyond the Ethereal Grove, and very few people know about them."

"When your strength improves further, becoming a level eight Beast Master or a master-level alchemist, those matters will appear around you, even if you try to avoid them."

Feeling the warning and a hint of despair in Wesley's tone, Charles's confusion deepened.

Jamie Dean, Teacher Ezra, Teacher Colton, and Wesley before him all seemed to know some hidden truths and shared a sense of despair.

What secrets lie hidden within the world of Beast Masters?

Charles took a deep breath, realizing that the only way to truly qualify for a glimpse of this authentic world was to diligently enhance his own strength.

"I must seek out others, so I shall take my leave now. Mr. Wesley, do not forget the promise you made to me." Charles stated before turning on his heel and departing.

Wesley, burdened by a heavy sigh, gazed at Charles's receding figure and slowly began to articulate his thoughts:

"Many Beast Masters end up regretting their ascent to power when they confront the harsh and despairing realities of this world. I wonder if, at that point, you, Charles, will harbor similar regrets."

The mere thought of Charles's terrifying [Spiritual Sensitivity] made Wesley unable to suppress the astonishment and shock swelling within him. He had nearly exhausted an entire **Fire God Stone**, yet he still could not manage to conceal Charles completely.

With such a formidable [Spiritual Sensitivity], when Charles eventually ascends to the rank of level eight Beast Master, the horrors he would encounter would vastly surpass those faced by other Beast Masters!

"I hope you won't come to regret it later, Charles. Becoming a powerful Beast Master is not necessarily a blessing. Some individuals possess low [Spiritual Sensitivity] and encounter nothing, while others with heightened [Spiritual Sensitivity] are doomed to witness the despair that permeates this world."

Wesley recalled something and let out another sigh, closing the door of the blacksmith shop behind him as he stepped outside. He had some matters of his own to attend to.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Charles made his way directly back to the hotel. He pulled out his phone and dialed Luna's number.

Before long, a calm voice resonated from the other end of the line, "Charles? Is there something you need?"

Charles responded without hesitation, "Indeed, there is something very important. Let's meet downstairs at the hotel, we must act swiftly."

"Alright." Luna replied.

Once the call was terminated, Snow, looking perplexed, remarked, "Wait a minute, Sister Luna, how did Charles know which hotel we were staying at?"