My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 123 Tier 5 Equipment Acquired

Jeremy's expression turned even uglier upon hearing this.

His body trembled slightly involuntarily.

A humiliating disgrace.

This is an utter disgrace.

The competition he meticulously organized, which was supposed to establish his family's prestige, has instead become the perfect stage to humiliate him.

In this situation, have I humiliated myself?

How could he possibly be so stupid?!

But that's not all.

More importantly, as promised, he was to give the family's important Tier 5 equipment to this damned bastard in front of him.

He has already made a promise in front of everyone, and there's no going back on it now.

If they back out, their family will be branded as untrustworthy and unable to accept defeat.

Jeremy's heart was pounding.

His hatred for Lynn reached its peak.

Lynn's behavior just now made it clear to him that this person was not sent by any noble family to humiliate him.

How could a scoundrel of this caliber be allowed to escape the clutches of those powerful families?

I was both overthinking and underthinking.

He overestimated the ambitions of those aristocratic families and underestimated the talents of ordinary people.

I'll just have to accept my fate with Lynn for now!

Jeremy took a deep breath and glared at Lynn.

"My friend, please be patient. What's meant to be yours will be yours; what's not meant to be yours, you can't have even if you want to."

Jeremy shook his hand and left.

The staff inside the venue were instructed to proceed with the closing ceremony shortly thereafter.

The rewards were distributed one by one.

In the end, Lynn walked up to the podium and actually received the fifth-tier alchemy equipment.

Lynn was quite surprised that things went so smoothly.

He thought Jeremy would settle things with him privately, but he didn't expect it to end like this.

Lynn, of course, understood the threat in Jeremy's words.

But who says he can't run?

Once this thing is in my hands, no one can take it back!

A certain Shia: "Achoo~"

In short, this Jeremy... is still too concerned about saving face!

If it were me, I definitely wouldn't have acted that way.

So, Lynn smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to Jeremy, who was gritting his teeth beside him, and put the device into his storage ring.

Finally, the competition officially ended.

As soon as he stepped off the field, a group of people surrounded him.

Among them were students who simply admired him, wealthy families who wanted to win him over, and some people with ill intentions.

Jeremy watched Lynn from a distance across the crowd.

He clenched his fists instinctively.

Now that things have come to this, no matter what reason we give, it all boils down to his lack of ability.

A proud person like Jeremy would never blame his failures on a lack of talent.

In his eyes, there is nothing that effort cannot achieve.

To elevate his alchemy skills to the level of Lynn's, then he should...

"To obtain more living organisms."

Jeremy read it softly.

It seems the plan must begin.

As for that Tier 5 equipment, he will have his own ways to get it back in the future.

Jeremy is confident in this.

After leaving the venue, Jeremy went home.

He was naturally met with a barrage of accusations.

But after all, he is the most talented person in the family, so how harsh can the punishment be?

Jeremy walked out of the house with a gloomy face.

He was ready to officially begin his plan.

In fact, ever since that night, he had been unconsciously conceiving a complete hunting plan in his mind.

To hunt live animals, you first need to have a target.

This isn't difficult; there are many opportunities for him to succeed in school activities.

However, he needs to conduct research on the target in advance.

The most difficult part of this plan is actually transportation and storage.

All his experiments could not be conducted in the field because he was not capable of building a hidden laboratory in the wild on his own.

For the plan to proceed smoothly, he needed a base in the city.

Moreover, this place must be located in a remote part of the capital.

In short, he needs a legitimate identity to transport goods and a safe place to store live animals.

Therefore, setting up a company seems to be the most reasonable choice.

Jeremy had already made preparations for this.

He has already commissioned someone to register a shell company.

The company's legal representative is an elderly woman with failing eyesight.

The warehouse has been rented out, and a complete set of equipment should already be inside.

Jeremy set off for the warehouse.

This was his first time visiting the site in person; he wanted to inspect the goods.

They rode their horses to the northwest corner of the capital.

Jeremy met his people.

"Sir, please come with me."

The middle-aged man with thinning hair in front of him greeted Jeremy with a fawning expression, bowing and scraping.

Jeremy nodded.

He was already used to such respectful commoners.

A middle-aged man led Jeremy's horse into a warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, all the equipment was packed in wooden crates, completely unopened.

Jeremy frowned. "What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you to set up the equipment beforehand?"

The middle-aged man became somewhat nervous upon hearing this.

He glanced around instinctively and whispered, "I hope you will forgive my presumption, but I have my reasons for doing this."

Jeremy was already holding back his anger, and being delayed by this lowly commoner only fueled his rage.

"Speak quickly! I hope your answer will satisfy me, otherwise at least half of your money will be deducted!"

The middle-aged man was terrified upon hearing this and immediately explained the reason to Jeremy.

It turns out that he had been busy around the warehouse for the past few days.

On that very day, he accidentally saw something he shouldn't have seen.

That's what he saw when he received the goods.

That night, he stood at the crossroads waiting for the truck to arrive on time.

The goods, which were supposed to arrive at 9 p.m., were delayed until that day.

He waited at the distribution center for two hours.

But the truck still didn't arrive.

Now that things have come to this, he is naturally a little panicked.

If any goods are lost or the schedule is delayed, he will take full responsibility.

He was extremely anxious, with many guesses in his mind.

Perhaps the truck was robbed on the way, or perhaps the delivery worker made a mistake and parked the goods in the bulk cargo area ahead of time.

In either case, simply waiting is not a solution.

So he decided to wait while checking each car one by one.

Let's see if the goods actually arrived at the distribution center a long time ago.

There were many trucks parked in the distribution area that night, but he still checked them one by one by lifting the black cloth.

After checking two rows of trucks, he was exhausted and found nothing, so he simply leaned against the side of a truck.

He was drowsy, his head resting on the tarpaulin of the truck.

A wave of hot, humid air blew through the tarpaulin and onto his face.

He was startled, realizing that he had been leaning against the cart carrying livestock.

Whether it's pigs, cattle, or sheep, the carts used to pull these animals are always dirty.

He was somewhat disgusted and quickly got up to leave.

But just as he was leaning on the truck, trying to use it to get up...

His hand, which was holding onto the edge of the truck, touched something wet and slippery.

Those were definitely not the hooves of some kind of animal; rather, they looked more like... a human hand?

The hairs on his back stood on end.

In his panic, he accidentally lifted the tarpaulin covering the truck.

The veil was lifted by a corner, and moonlight shone through.

A terrified, blood-stained face was staring intently at him.

His eyes widened instantly.

By the moonlight, he could see the other person's face clearly.

She was a young girl, still wearing the uniform of the National Academy.

Her mouth was tightly gagged with a black cloth soaked in blood, as if her tongue had been cut off.

But she still didn't give up struggling, making sounds that were hard for ordinary people to understand.

His body trembled uncontrollably; he wanted to escape but couldn't move his feet.

However, in his extreme fear, he seemed to guess what the girl was saying.

That vague, desperate tone clearly said...

help me!