From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 194: Change of Scenery

Ty quickly changed into the new clothes, making sure to transfer the crystal from his discarded dark outfit to the pocket of his new attire. As he adjusted his clothes, a thought struck him. "Hey, now that I think about it, what happened to my blue fairy? I thought she was sleeping in my pocket."

The Lieutenant responded with a light laugh. "Technically, she doesn't have to fight, so I snatched her away while you were walking out. I'm surprised you didn't notice," he said, showing his pocket. From within, the blue fairy peeked out, slowly waking up. She gave Ty a light wave, her presence a small but reassuring comfort to him.

As the Lieutenant donned a black blazer paired with sleek black slacks, his long white hair cascading down his back, Ty couldn't help but comment on the change. "Getting fancy just to go to bed?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

The Lieutenant replied with a hint of humor, "Well, I can't just walk over there looking like a bum, can I? After all, we do have to maintain some standards." He then took out a mobile-like device from his coat pocket and dialed a series of numbers.

Speaking into the device, he said, "Hello, sir, it's the Lieutenant and Mentor for that Demon Child in the Arena of Life. I will have him back to his jail cell by morning. But for this evening, I need to teach him about our world, so he will be under my custody until further notice."

The Lieutenant's conversation, interspersed with slight laughter and assurances, hinted at his adept handling of situations, even those involving higher authorities. After hanging up, he seemed ready to leave, prompting Ty with a casual demeanor.

"Well, let's get headed out. It's almost 11:00 already," the Lieutenant suggested, glancing at the time.

Ty nodded in agreement, following the Lieutenant down the corridor they had entered earlier. They exited through a side door, stepping into the bustling nightlife of the city. The streets were alive with the buzz of cars and the glow of city lights.

As they walked, Ty took in the sights, especially the giant black cube adorned with purple lights. It showcased highlight clips from the evening's fights, replaying moments of intense battle that now seemed like a distant memory in the lively atmosphere of the city.

As they approached a parked car, Ty couldn't help but express his surprise at the public display of the arena fights. "I'm surprised they showcase these horrific fights for everyone to see," he remarked.

The Lieutenant, opening the back door of the black car with blue trimming, responded, "Well, it's been going on for so long that it's become an accepted tradition.

Though there are those who think it's barbaric and outdated, I believe it has its place. But let's save that discussion for another day." He gestured for Ty to get in before walking around to the other side of the car.

The Lieutenant quickly concocted a cover story. "Oh, that's just my cousin from the outer districts, one of the lesser families. He will only be staying for the night, so don't worry about him."

"Sounds good, sir," the armored attendants responded, stepping aside as the doors slid open automatically.

Ty stepped into the hotel, his eyes taking in the opulence around him. He let out a low whistle, impressed. "Wow, this sure is fancy, with nice red carpets and everything," he remarked, his voice tinged with awe.

The Lieutenant, leading the way, responded with a hint of pride. "Yeah, this is my favorite place to stop by when I'm away from home. They really have everything here. Let's go ahead and see if my usual suite is still open." He strode confidently towards the reception, Ty trailing behind, his mind still trying to process the rapid shift from the harsh arena to this world of luxury.

As they approached the counter, the Lieutenant greeted the staff with a familiar ease. "Good evening, ladies," he said, acknowledging the four women working there. Two were busy assisting other guests, but the one wearing a hat labeled 'manager' promptly approached.

"Good evening, Lieutenant. What can I do for you?" she asked, her tone respectful yet efficient.

The Lieutenant replied, "I was hoping to get my regular suite for the night. We have a busy day tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to some good food and sleep."

The manager gave a slight bow and responded, "Sure, let me go ahead and check that for you, sir." She moved away to make some phone calls.

Ty's interest piqued at the mention of the man with the orange beard. It was an unusual detail, one that seemed to resonate with him for reasons he couldn't immediately place. His eyes widened slightly, a subtle reaction that he managed to keep under control.

The Lieutenant, still a bit taken aback by the news of the suite being booked, pressed further. "That's quite the expense for someone to cover. I'm surprised too. Not one of the other generals, you say?" His tone was a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance.

The manager, with a thoughtful finger on her chin, confirmed, "No, definitely not one of the generals. It's not someone I've seen before, but the orange beard was quite distinctive."

Ty, listening in, felt a stirring of intrigue. The description of the man sparked a series of thoughts. 'It makes sense for him to be involved in some of these things,' he thought to himself. There was a deeper story here, one that he felt was gradually unfolding around him.

For now, he kept these thoughts to himself, aware that there was much he still needed to learn and understand about this new world and its players.