Chapter 20 - Ocasia (1/2)

He picked the button up and hid it deep inside his pocket before making his way to the bookshelf to see if there were any books about the city called Ocasia.

It seemed that Alphius really had no plans of ever going out of this underground city and on his bookshelf, his disinterest to know anything about the ability users could be clearly seen.

There were books on technology, biology, and war but he owned no travel guide or anything of the sort which might give Hecathe more information about the city he was going to move to.

He would naturally not want to go to such a place that he knew nothing about.

Hecathe sighed as his mind raced and tried to come up with a solution to the current problem. He needed information and he needed to come up with a plan on how he was going to collect that information.

Hecathe gave up flipping through the bookshelf and made his way to the elevator as he got a great idea in mind.

If a book wasn't available, a human might still work just as well. He just needed to find someone who had a reliable source of information.

This house/office was filled with workers and servants who would listen to anything Hecathe said and they would give him any information he required. At least, one of them must know something about the city called Ocasia and if nobody knew, there was still a whole underground city that was filled with other people who might know.

If he really couldn't find any information, he could just go out in search of it.

The only thing driving him at this moment was his hunger for more information and a thought that kept running through his mind: I need to prepare myself.

This world wasn't like anything he had known before. There were a lot of dangerous creatures here and a lot more dangerous humans roaming above ground. The mutants didn't scare Hecathe as much as the ability users did. There was a simple reason for this but the reason would naturally not be explained right now.

When the elevator door opened up on the ground floor again, Hecathe's sudden presence almost frightened the workers who were minding their own business.

”C-Captain... What are you doing down here?” A man walked up to Hecathe and questioned, his voice stuttered in fear and his face made it look as if he was questioning what he had done wrong.

Hecathe squinted at the man before lifting his hand and resting it on the man's shoulder heavily with a bit of force, ”I need your help.”

The man gulped as a cold sweat trailed down his forehead, ”What type of help?”

Hecathe's lips curled upwards in a smirk as he looked at the man in a manner that could only be labeled as wicked, ”Ocasia. Tell me everything you know about this city and if you've never heard the name before, go and find me someone better who knows about this city.”

The man immediately bobbed his head up and down as he responded, ”The name does sound familiar but I'm not sure if I remember it right, but I can definitely find someone who knows better about this city than me.”

”Great,” Hecathe replied as he patted the man's shoulder in an intimidating manner, ”Go and get that person for me.”

The man gulped before nodding his head frantically as he bowed and ran away. His moving back looked much like a duck for some reason. A really scared duck.

Hecathe smiled proudly as he saw the man running away in such a manner and in the very next moment, he grabbed his next victim by the back collar and pulled him, ”Hey, do you know anything about Ocasia?”

”E-Eh?” The man who had suddenly been grabbed was shocked to the point that he couldn't even understand basic human language.

Hecathe waited for the man to answer the question, however, even after a minute, the blank look was the only response he received.

Hecathe's pupils contracted as he let go of the man's collar and spoke, ”You can go if you don't know anything.”

”T-Thank Y-You, Captain,” The man stuttered before bowing and running away shortly after, even tripping and falling on his way.

”What a coward,” Hecathe muttered as his face cringed up when he saw the man tripping and falling clumsily before picking himself up and stumbling as he continued to scurry away.