Kaymelin breathed in the atmosphere. He was fully Awakened.

Unleashed.

Unbounded by the shackles of normalcy. A step above the rest.

The boundless Mana within the bracelet had allowed even his past Talent to mutate. That was a surprise. He did not expect that he would have two different Talents in this life.

However, this meant that he could be a little more... playful.

Kaymelin smiled, "Slaughterer's Reset, I see."

Alone, it would have indeed been a B-Rank Talent. However, with [ Grimoire of the Collector ], it could be consideared way beyond simply B-Rank. The combination of the two resulted in something more than simple addition — indeed, exponential was its effects.

With this additional Talent, Kaymelin could realise a lot of what he could not in his previous life. This second chance was proving to be much better than expected.

But Kaymelin did not allow himself to grow complacent.

[ The shadows can now locate me with ease. Now that I have full access to my Mana, I'm definitely going to appear on their list. I need to work discreetly. ]

Kaymelin's blue eyes flashed in a ruthless light. As long as they could not unearth the true secrets he kept hidden, he would be safe.

***

Kaymelin prepared a few steps with regards to his plans. Given that he was basically a blank slate, with no history, no relationships, and no records, he could do a lot of things, but at the same time he was very limited. He could not simply maintain this state, for humans were social animals. Moreover, creating a faction would be quite interesting, especially since this was no longer the reality he knew.

So, he needed people first, then he needed connections. Money and information would follow afterward, rolling in with the relationships he would build — both friendly and hostile.

Kaymelin already had a few scenarios in mind that would allow him to build trust and create conflicts with the right people at the same time. That was why he was here, sipping lavender tea at a café just outside Helmhal Combat Academy, a few days after his Awakening.

"Your strawberry shortcake, sir." A drone served Kaymelin his order, placing the pink block of sugar gingerly before him.

"Thank you,"

Kaymelin's gaze fell upon the delicately crafted desert as he placed his teacup down. He had been waiting for half an hour already, unsure if that person was going to meet him.

"At least I get to enjoy this in silence," He chuckled to himself, feeling his heavy pockets.

What was poverty when one had the Skill, [ Spatial Pickpocket ]?

Nonexistent. That's what it was.

See, every four hours, Kaymelin would steal a valuable item from someone in the area. There were a lot of rich young people here, unaware and incapable of countering spatial techniques. Thus, placing a capable Thief in such an environment was the same as allowing wolves to roam free in a flock of sheep.

However, Kaymelin had failed twice so far. There were indeed a few people who had countermeasures against the Thief profession. Luckily, the Space attribute was quite difficult to track down. It was quite amusing to watch as these students panic when their protective measures would react.

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They would draw their weapons and glare at their surroundings with a flustered gaze. After a few seconds, they would then find themselves stared at by a bunch of people thinking they had gone crazy.

There was a thud, and the table that Kaymelin was sitting at shook for a moment.

"Are you the one who contacted me?" A familiar face appeared within Kaymelin's peripheral vision.

The latter looked up and spotted the original owner of the bracelet that allowed him to Awaken. Waist-length black hair and beautiful green eyes. Her body was toned, athletic and lithe. However, hints of softness could be seen here and there.

Kaymelin took out his notebook and pen.

[ Rash, naïve, and conscious of her own appearance. Hailey Gwamanhon seems to be quite the fiery youth. ]

"Oi, answer me or I'll smack you upside the head." Hailey clearly despised being ignored.

Kaymelin smiled upon hearing such words. He continued to write despite looking at the girl who threatened him.

[ Verdict: Annoyingly Important. ]

"I am indeed the one who called you here. Why? Should I have done it through a different channel?" Kaymelin snapped his notebook shut after seeing Hailey make an attempt to sneak a peek.

"I heard you have something I lost. Show it." Hailey couldn't be bothered to even sit down. She was glaring straight into Kaymelin's face black irises. Annoyed by the fact that some guy was trying to use her recent encounter to get close to her.

"If you waste any more of my time, I swear I will—" Hailey's threat was cut short when she saw what Kaymelin pulled out of his pocket.

"I have this, and I'm willing to sell it to you for a price." Kaymelin's grin was particularly wide at this moment. The thick make-up that he had painted over his face scratched against his skin. The face that was looking at Hailey right now was the face of a middle-aged man, rugged, and scarred. Even his voice had taken a lower turn.

"Y-you!" Hailey lunged forward to grab the bracelet, but Kaymelin deftly dodged her movements. "Give it back! That's mine!"

Like a child, Hailey rushed forth once more, trying her best to grab the bracelet and causing a commotion within the café.

Kaymelin shook his head.

"Security! This lady over here is trying to steal one of my belongings." Kaymelin requested the aid of authority.

In but a moment, Hailey was restrained by shackles of wind.

A young man, slightly older than Hailey rushed over. He was wearing the uniform of the Disciplinary Council. His hair was dyed blonde at the tips, but he carried this planet's signature features of black hair and green eyes.

"Sir! I would like to apologise for my junior's behaviour!"

Kaymelin nodded, acting like a calm adult, capable of dealing with everything professionally.

"Well done. Please, take her to one of your teachers and tell them to properly discipline your school's students. Unfortunately, however, I will have to deduct a few points off of my evaluations." Kaymelin then transferred over a a few Credits to the boy as thanks.

"Here, this is for your timely reaction. Use it wisely, young man."

Surprised by the unexpected gain, the student bowed. Gratitude filled his expression.

"Thank you, Sir! I will be sure to do my job!"

Kaymelin then watched as Hailey writhed in rage. A smirk lingered on his face.

"I swear, I'll have my father take it from you by force if I have to!" She then turned to the boy from the Disciplinary Council. "Bastard, let me down! That man is the thief! Not me!"

A wave of Mana rushed out of the boy, tightening Hailey's restraints. He held her higher in the air with his magic.

"Gah! Let me down or I'll have you expelled!"

"Be obedient and come with me to the Council." The boy said, deadpan and merciless. He cared little for Hailey's threats.

***

Kaymelin returned to his hotel room and took off his disguise. It took him half an hour to wash everything off and unstick the fake muscles from his body. He then looked around.

His hotel room no longer looked like a hotel room. Instead, it looked like a workshop, with a variety of tools organised in rows and columns. A lot of raw materials were lined up on the floor, awaiting Kaymelin's touch of expertise.

"I must finish the bio-masking suit today," Kaymelin frowned as his eyes fell upon the abomination on his bed.

The bio-masking suit was a piece of equipment he invented himself and never released to the world. It was different from the conventional modes of disguise, and it was practically impossible to see through. The bio-masking suit did what its name meant. From his biological signature to his DNA and fingerprints, the bio-masking suit could disguise every single part.

With his current circumstances, Kaymelin prioritised its production. Unfortunately, he could not make a complete version. Despite all his thievery these past few hours, he could not obtain enough riches to purchase those rare materials he so dearly needed. Thus, he was making a lesser version of the suit.

"Hopefully, it will be enough."

An integral part of his initial plans was coming. He had already met with Hailey and established a sense of acquaintanceship. All that was left would be the event in three days.