My Tribrid System: More than a Monster-Chapter 92: A Fearlessly Curious Boy

Chapter 90

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A dimly lit room could be seen.

In this gloomy space, only a single light source was visible.

It emanated from a computer screen that shone with a bright blue radiance, displaying several images and lines of text.

Before it sat a young boy.

Outwardly, he didn’t look a day older than thirteen.

His jet-black hair was combed back meticulously; he looked like someone who had spent hours in front of a mirror trying to perfect his hairstyle.

Every strand was neatly swept back without a single one falling over his face.

His piercing black eyes stared intently at the screen, his head darting from side to side with a small, intrigued grin dancing on his lips.

"Damn. This novel is too interesting!" the boy shouted with immense glee, continuing to read with rapt attention.

"... Honestly, grandpa is the best. I never knew that a war veteran like him actually read novels. It was shocking when I found out, but now I’m also addicted," he muttered under his breath as he clicked to the next page to continue his journey.

But then—

"An Author’s note?"

’Let’s see.’

(To all my lovely, wonderful readers of this tale, I’m sad to say that I would have to drop this book due to some... personal issues.)

’Personal issues? What type of problems would force you to give up on such a wonderful book? I crave more Chapters daily because of you, and now you want to quit? Who even wrote this thing?’ he mused in anger, scrolling down to look for the creator’s name.

"Jack Griffin."

Even though he loved the story with all his heart, he had never bothered to glance at the author’s name before.

He had always found it to be... a waste of time. Now, he was forced to check.

"Hang on. That doesn’t sound like a name from around here. Come to think of it; nobody writes novels in this place. That’s a waste of time for us. So... who is this fellow, and where are they from?"

He began tapping his fingers on the keyboard for a few seconds before finally clicking on a search engine to hunt for the author’s details.

’Huh? Strange. I can’t seem to find any information on this author.’

"..."

"Come to think of it, the name does sound too... human. That should mean that the author is one, right?"

The boy narrowed his eyes as he threw his head back with a tired sigh, gazing at the ceiling above his head.

"Ah... a human author, huh? I can’t believe I’m obsessed with a human author."

He paused as his eyes twinkled softly with a new, mischievous thought.

"Come to think of it; doesn’t grandpa have a teleporter that leads to the human world? I think he locked it away before he went on one of his neverending trips."

The kid frowned as he suddenly remembered a certain restriction.

"Unfortunately, father has forbidden me from ever going close to grandpa’s basement. Tch! Oh well, it is what it is." He rose from his chair, the wooden legs scraping against the ground with a loud, harsh sound.

Closing his computer, he turned around and heaved a deep breath.

"I really want to visit the human world and see for myself the good things Grandpa talked about and also... to see my favorite author.

But unfortunately, I’m still too young to go anywhere. What a bum. Hopefully, in the future, I will."

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Thinking back to that day, it was when my obsession with the human world truly started. And now, it was finally time for my risky mission.

The same boy from back then could be seen, though he had grown.

A backpack hung firmly on his shoulders as he stood concealed behind a corridor wall.

Peeking out, he could see a restricted room being guarded by two burly sentries.

They didn’t hold any visible weapons, but they still looked immensely threatening.

’It has been two years since that day. I have been obsessing, researching, and making my findings about the human world and a way to get there. Today is finally the day I have set to move.’

The kid held his breath, forcing his heartbeat to slow down incredibly so it would seem as if he wasn’t breathing at all.

He stared forward, calculating the seconds carefully.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

The shift he had been waiting for arrived.

One of the guards looked back at his companion, and they shared a brief, knowing nod.

It was time for the next rotation, meaning a new set of guards would soon arrive to replace them.

With that, they turned and began to march away.

"One minute. That’s all the time I have," the boy mumbled, his eyes narrowed as he watched them disappear.

The men moved away, and the moment he could no longer hear their retreating footsteps, he dashed forward with great speed.

Crossing a distance of four meters within three seconds, he stood directly in front of the heavy door.

Looking left and right to ensure he was still alone, he wasted no time getting to work.

He began tracing his finger against the surface of the door, his movements fast and meticulous.

He traced from one end to the next, intertwining his strokes as if he were weaving complex patterns in the air.

When he finished the design, the door glowed with a soft green light, and with a muffled click, it swung open.

Wasting no time, the kid dashed inside.

He had watched his grandpa do the same drawing on the door countless times and had unconsciously memorized the sequence.

Now inside the room, he could see countless artifacts and strange devices that didn’t interest him one bit.

His eyes were fixed on one object alone: a rectangular-shaped box sitting gently on a shelf, as if it had always belonged there.

Swiftly, he reached for it and pulled the object down.

Dusting the surface off, he turned it to the side to reveal a small keyboard with numbers on it.

Quickly pulling out a piece of parchment with scribbled notes, he began inputting the digits, and soon enough, a mechanical click was heard.

"Finally." A mad grin appeared on his face as he watched the rectangular box slowly hinge open.

Soon enough, a swirling white gateway materialized above the rectangular object.

The brilliant light from the portal illuminated his excited face as he stared into the vortex.

"Young master Felix! What are you doing?!"

"Ba—thump."

The boy whipped his head around to see a guard standing in the doorway, staring at him in shock.

’Shoot!’

"Get—get away from the gateway now!" the guard commanded, stepping forward.

Felix turned to face the swirling gate in front of him and, with a soft sigh, he stood up.

He turned back toward the guard, keeping his back to the portal.

Relief momentarily washed over the guard’s face as he saw the boy stop.

"Now, kindly come forward and head back to your room before—"

"Bye," Felix mumbled.

And with that, he jumped backward, crashing into the swirling gateway.

The light swallowed him easily.

Pure horror was written on the guard’s face as his eyes widened in immense shock.

He dashed forward at blistering speed, but it was far too late.

The boy was gone.

The moment Felix’s body passed through, sparks began flying violently around the rectangular object, then...

Boom—!

It detonated like a bomb, a violent gust of wind blasting the guard back and sending him sliding across the floor.

"Shoot. The leader is not going to like this," the guard gulped loudly, staring at the smoking ruins of the shelf.