Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Chapter 1814: A Stroll in the Morning

The news that the old man had not been targeted by Tritus would soon be sent over to Larissa and the others, so Ning did not bother contacting them. He walked out of the hospital, into a city that was already alive despite it just being no later than dawn.

He looked to the east, watching the sun come over the horizon down the road in the distance. Instinct told him to go back into the hospital, to hide. Even to a Daywalker, the sun was an issue.

It didn’t burn like it did to Vampires, but it still prickled their skin, making them want to scratch an itch.

But of course, Ning was no Daywalker. It was simply the memories of Valen Jassens that made him think so. Right now, Ning only had the aesthetics of a Daywalker, and none of the physical attributes.

He took a moment to go through his memories of the city and where he had to go to get back to his house. Once he mapped out the path, he left.

The city rose with the morning lights, everyone leaving to go to work, or people who were working all night, leaving to go back home.

Ning saw young goblins in a tiny car, leaving a club after a night of partying. He saw an old werewolf opening a hot dog stand at the corner of the road. He saw a group of fairies bringing the morning newspaper to a newspaper stand, the images within it moving as if with magic.

Ning walked, seeing more people doing more mundane things. Dwarves, Orcs, Gnomes, Half-elves, Zombies, Centaur, Minotaurs, Lizardfolk, and all other kinds of races were going about their normal day.

Ning couldn’t help but wonder how it was that there were so many beings of so many different races in one place. It couldn’t have been through natural evolution, could it?

He didn’t ask the system about it, however, and just continued walking. He was about to turn a corner when he stopped in front of a window with many TVs showcasing inside. Each one of those was active, all tuned to the same channel.

On the screen, a man sat on a red couch with angelic wings folded behind him, sitting before what Ning could guess was a muscular Orc.

”But could you have done better than what Power Fist did?” the man with the angelic wings asked. ”You say she endangered everyone by destroying that meteor, but as far as we know, all of the shards of that meteor burned away before they hit the ground.”

”It was still dangerous,” the Orc said, a banner appearing at the bottom with his name on it. Pusher, it read, next to which Ning could see the words ’Hero Rank 14’.

’Oh? They have ranks for heroes, do they?’ Ning thought with a curious expression.

”Could you have done any better though?” the angel asked again.

”Maybe,” the Orc said. ”I could have teleported up there myself and teleported the meteor away.”

”Would the heat not have affected you? What about the momentum of the meteor? Could you have done anything about it?”

Ning was fascinated with the conversation. It was clear to him that the meteor he sent would’ve burned long before it hit the planet, but it seemed these people were actually scared about it.

He was interested in the conversation for a bit, watching the Orc refuse to acknowledge that he would’ve had a hard time doing what the other hero did.

From time to time, they showed the other two people responsible for taking care of the meteor. Power Fist, the blonde he had seen smashing away the meteor with her giant punch, was a human and was ranked 9th in the Hero rankings.

Senior Soar, the hero responsible for getting her up there in the first place, was a fairy the size of a handspan, who was ranked 13, right above the Orc. Ning wondered if the man was brought along to the interview not for his insight, but for the drama it would create.

It was quite fun.

He suddenly heard some sort of noise from nearby and turned around. A second later, he realized it was the sound of his phone ringing. He quickly reached into his pockets, searching for his phone until he found it.

He saw that it was Mira who had called him, so he quickly answered. ”Hey, Mira. What’s up?”

”You’re awfully cheerful,” the woman said from the other side. ”I thought your kind was supposed to be more gothic.”

”That’s discrimination, you know?” Ning said.

The woman chuckled on the other side. ”Are you still at the hospital?” she asked.

”No, I left a while ago, why?” he asked.

”Oh, I discovered something about the ghoul. You should come by the station when you can,” she said.

”I can do that right now,” Ning said. ”Although, it may take a while. I’m walking there.”

”Take your time. I’ll see what else I can find in the meantime,” Mira said and ended the call.

Ning changed his route and made a beeline for the station that was located at the midwest region of the city. It took him about half an hour of walking to reach the station from where he was.

Walking for so long, Ning realized that he should get a vehicle too. But Valen hadn’t renewed his driving license, so his car had been taken away a while ago. The man had really given up on life.

A host of people greeted him good morning as he walked through the station, and Ning nodded along as he passed by. It was clear that the people of the station either still remembered Valen or knew of his glorious days when he was the most well-known detective.

Ning could only sigh on behalf of the man for all that he had lost. Such a loss would destroy anyone.

He arrived by the desk where Mira was and sat on an empty chair next to her. ”So, what did you find?”