My inventory is full of monster materials.

Chapter 93 Time's almost up

"This is the pelt of a ghost leopard."

Morris walked slowly over, his gaze falling on the translucent, snow-white fur, and spoke softly.

"According to the records of the Saint Lorenzo Academy, the Ghost Leopard is not a natural creature. It is either the product of an ancient elf and some kind of spiritual power, or it is the condensation of the souls of animals wandering in the elven ruins."

"Look at its translucent texture; it's proof of their 'ghostly' nature, existing between the living and the dead."

Morris reached out and gently lifted the soft fur, looking at Mark with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"You like this?"

"right."

Mark nodded without hesitation, and then firmly reiterated.

"I want this one."

The moment Mark touched the fur and discovered his talent "Ghost Travel," he knew that this was exactly what he needed right now.

Seeing Mark's resolute attitude, Maurice stroked his beard and began to consider.

"To be honest, this material isn't that great; it's just a little rare."

"How about this, you take this one too."

After saying that, Morris picked up a pine cone-shaped tail covered with dense, sharp thorns from the display stand next to him and shoved it into Mark's hand without saying a word.

"Professor Maurice, actually I..."

Mark wanted to explain, after all, he had received so many gifts that he felt a little embarrassed.

"Hey, don't refuse."

Before Mark could finish speaking, Dylan stepped forward and offered words of advice with a smile.

"Mark, please accept it. Your mentor is just doing this out of kindness. If you're too polite, you'll only be letting him down."

As Maurice's student, Dylan knew his mentor's thoughts all too well.

Since he was going to give a gift, its value absolutely could not be lower than that of Chairman Patrick; this was a long-standing, unspoken competition between the two old men.

Therefore, Mark did not choose the more valuable second-tier monster materials, which aroused the mentor's stubbornness, so he added another one to make up the weight.

Morris watched Dylan's actions with a gratified smile, nodding silently. He was indeed a good student he had taught, always able to understand his intentions perfectly.

Mark looked at the two pieces of material in his hand, feeling utterly speechless. Helpless, he could only accept them with a wry smile.

"Then thank you very much, Professor."

After the selection of gifts concluded, Maurice led the two out of the collection room and back to the office's reception area.

But not long after he sat down, Mark couldn't contain himself and asked anxiously.

"Dylan, have you seen the backpack I brought?"

Dylan nodded, a hint of confusion on his face.

"Yes, I even brought it back for you. By the way, what's in your backpack? It's so heavy."

"Please wait a moment, I have something to show you."

Mark hurriedly got up and left, leaving Morris and Dylan, teacher and student, looking bewildered. The two exchanged a confused glance.

Given Morris's great care and attention, Mark naturally wanted to reciprocate by sharing his research findings with the old professor.

A short while later, Mark returned, carrying a thick stack of manuscript papers. He gently placed them on the table and pushed them in front of Morris.

"Professor, this is a new substance concept that I derived by reverse engineering based on the neuro-hallucinogenic toxins I mentioned last time."

"I've only written half of it so far, and I'd like to ask you to help me check it out and see if there are any omissions."

"Oh?"

Morrison suddenly became interested, took out a pair of thin-framed reading glasses from his pocket, put them on, picked up the manuscript paper, and read it aloud word by word.

"On the discovery and pharmacological research of the brain-nourishing factor Omega-3?"

After reading it, Morris looked up at Mark, somewhat surprised.

"I've never heard of this before. Did you write this paper yourself?"

Mark nodded, his expression humble.

"Yes, but it's not perfect yet."

"Uh-huh."

Morris nodded and began to peruse the manuscript. The more he read, the more serious his expression became, and he would occasionally tap the paper with his fingertips, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Dylan, who was standing next to him, was also very curious. He leaned over and read along with him, but his eyes were full of questions.

In no time, the two were completely absorbed in Mark's paper, and the only sound in the office was the soft rustling of pages turning.

Glug~ Glug~

At this moment, Mark's "Gluttony +100%" suddenly activated, emitting a loud writhing sound.

Mark Ben was a little embarrassed, but a glint of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and he quickly clutched his stomach, feigning pain, and cried out.

"Ugh~ I ate something unclean this morning, my stomach hurts so much. Dylan, where's the restroom here?"

Dylan was engrossed in watching, and without looking up, he pointed to the inside of the office and casually said something.

"It's at the end of the corridor, just turn left and walk a few more steps and you'll see it."

Mark clutched his stomach and said, feigning urgency.

"I'll be leaving for a bit then."

"Um."

Dylan responded casually.

As for Maurice, he kept his head down the whole time, his eyes never leaving the manuscript.

Before leaving, Mark casually picked up his travel backpack, then followed Dylan's directions, walked out of the hall, found the restroom, pushed the door open, and locked it from the inside.

Leaning against the cold glass door, Mark finally breathed a sigh of relief and murmured softly.

"Finally, we're free."

Mark then looked around the restroom in front of him.

The room is in a typical aristocratic style, spacious and bright, with smooth marble floors, white stone reliefs carved on the walls, exquisite gilded bronze basins placed on the side, and a faint fragrance in the air.

This one bathroom is a hundred times better than the room at the Mark Hotel; it's outrageously luxurious.

Mark went to the copper basin, washed his face with cold water, and calmed himself down.

When he looked up again, the bronze mirror beside the basin reflected a handsome, cold face. His blue eyes had lost their usual gentleness, replaced by a hint of scarlet.

"Zeff! I told you, the day I am promoted will be the day you regret it."

From the moment Mark touched the ghost leopard's fur, a series of revenge plans flashed through his mind, for which he was even willing to give up more precious second-tier monster materials.

Mark took the box out of his backpack and opened it, revealing a translucent, snow-white, fluffy fur.

Holding the fur in his hands, Mark silently prayed.

【equipment】

In an instant, a flood of mysteries about the soul rushed into my mind.

When Mark came to his senses again, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Ghostly Traverse" is the core ability of the Ghost Panther, which allows it to transform its body into a ghost form and freely travel between the material plane and the ethereal plane.

The etheric plane, commonly known as the spirit world, overlaps with the material plane, but the two do not interfere with each other.

Ghosts in their transformed state are immune to physical attacks, but they also cannot launch physical attacks against others.

However, what Mark truly values ​​is the ability to transform the virtual into the real.

With "Ghost Travel," he could sneak into Zefer's side unnoticed and kill him without anyone noticing.

So now, it's time to hunt!