The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Carson Flores’s Incarnation moved along the direction indicated by the Compass needle, step by step, neither fast nor slow.

Carson Flores and Varric Combs followed three meters behind the Incarnation, matching its pace, their expressions cautious and wary.

They walked over a thousand meters without incident. Just as Carson Flores was beginning to feel doubtful, his Incarnation took a step forward and then vanished in an instant.

Carson Flores abruptly halted, his face growing solemn.

Varric Combs tilted his head. ”Well?”

Carson Flores carefully probed, then finally said in a low voice, ”I’ve lost contact with him. He was probably pulled into an Otherworldly Space.”

Varric Combs wasn’t surprised. Instead, he consoled Carson Flores, ”That’s normal. You’d better be mentally prepared—you’re going to lose a whole lot of Incarnations.”

Carson Flores nodded. ”We’ll take it slow. We’re not in a rush.”

Carson Flores’s Incarnations were condensed from Essence Blood and Spiritual Power. When an Incarnation vanished and died, it meant the loss of Essence Blood and Spiritual Power. Too many losses would inevitably harm Carson Flores himself.

He had prepared for this, stocking up on plenty of restorative elixirs. On top of that, since the Incarnations only needed to scout the way and didn’t require high strength, the Incarnations he created consumed far less Essence Blood and Spiritual Power, and he had ample time to pop elixirs and recover.

An Immortal is never short on time; safety is what truly matters.

Carson Flores raised his finger again and swiftly split off a new Incarnation.

”This path doesn’t work. Which way now?”

”Try the left side.”

The Incarnation turned and headed left. It hadn’t gone far when its figure once again vanished into thin air.

”How is it?”

Carson Flores sensed for a moment. ”I can still feel him. It’s very safe. No problem.”

”You sure?”

Carson Flores replied firmly, ”Sure.”

”Let’s go!”

After confirming, Varric Combs strode forward in big steps, very decisive.

Carson Flores walked side by side with Varric Combs. As he took a step out, his vision blurred, and he saw the Incarnation up ahead again.

Sure enough, all clear!

Varric Combs burst out laughing. ”I knew using Incarnations to scout would work. We’ll just keep going like this. No need to rush—steady and sure, one step at a time!”

”Yeah.”

The exploration continued.

The Incarnations kept dying, but the path under their feet kept extending.

As dusk fell, they stopped. Carson Flores swallowed some elixirs, doing his best to recover.

When the dim light of dawn once again shrouded the land, the two resumed their exploration.

The dangers weren’t just Space Land of Chaotic Streams; in some areas there were all sorts of lethal killing moves. Fortunately, Varric Combs was a Quasi-Saint. Even though he wasn’t a Quasi-Saint famed for his Combat Power, he was still a Quasi-Saint. These killing moves were utterly devoid of Attack Power before him.

Varric Combs shielded Carson Flores while Carson Flores’s Incarnations scouted ahead; the two worked together seamlessly.

Their pace was not fast. Sometimes they even walked into dead ends and had to backtrack. Fortunately, with the Compass steadily pointing the way, the two of them were ultimately able to advance unswervingly toward the central area of this Space Land of Chaotic Streams.

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, the two had already been inside the Formation for three months.

In these three months, Carson Flores had lost count of how many Incarnations had died. The complexity of this region far exceeded his initial estimates. But no matter how complex it was, the rules were the same: as long as he was willing to sacrifice Incarnations, he would eventually find the correct path.

When, following behind an Incarnation, the two once again stepped across an invisible spatial boundary, the scenery before their eyes suddenly changed.

The hills and woods ahead vanished completely. In front of them lay a huge bowl-shaped basin, at least a hundred kilometers in diameter. The basin sloped downward like the inner wall of a bowl, exposing pitch-black rock as if it had been scorched by fire, the bare stone utterly devoid of even a single blade of grass.

Outside the basin, mountain ranges stretched endlessly, lush and green, ancient trees blotting out the sky. Within the basin, it was as if a fire had burned everything clean—rock and soil alike were scorched, utterly stripped of vitality. Even if seeds fell in, they still couldn’t live.

Carson Flores’s gaze moved to the lowest point at the bottom of the basin, then froze, a look of excitement flashing in his eyes.

”Senior, look!”

At the very bottom of the basin, the lowest point of the bowl-shaped depression, there stood a solitary, lonely house.

Varric Combs let out a hearty laugh, but then hurriedly and instinctively stifled it, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

”We’ve made it through the Land of Chaotic Streams!”

Carson Flores’s expression was also quite uplifted. ”This is the Fallen Land of that Space System Quasi-Saint. It’s desolate here and utterly devoid of life. There shouldn’t be anyone else around, right?”

”Who knows.”

Varric Combs lowered his voice. ”Let’s scout it out. Still let an Incarnation walk in front, and we’ll follow behind.”

Carson Flores chuckled. ”Senior, you’re really cautious.”

Varric Combs gave a sly laugh. ”Caution keeps the ship sailing for ten thousand years. Places like this do have good stuff, sure, but they usually hide terrifying killing intent too. If you’re not careful, you can lose your life in a moment.”

Looking at the Incarnation walking in front, a hint of envy actually surfaced in Varric Combs’s eyes. ”If I had a Divine Skill like your Incarnation... heh, then I really would be invincible...”