Beast Taming: Infinite Simulation as a Tamed Beast

Chapter 18

Previously, when using [Rapid Movement], he only felt that he gained a stronger physique and could burst out faster speed, with an energy pushing him to move forward.

Now, he feels like the surrounding speed has slowed, as if entering bullet time. His consciousness can easily control the high speed brought by the skill, controlling it freely, including the size and direction of speed and acceleration during movement, control of the landing point, and making corresponding responses to changes in the surrounding environment.

His consciousness controls the energy circulating around his body as Vincent shoots through the streets like a meteor, disappearing in an instant, leaving the unknown follower dumbfounded.

“The thing I worked so hard to snatch can’t be given to anyone!” Vincent sits gasping for breath in front of his house.

This Perfect Level [Rapid Movement] not only consumes energy but also mental and physical strength. After the skill ended, Vincent almost fell to the ground, with more than half of his mental strength drained.

In the future, he won’t be able to use this skill continuously. After using it once, he will have to recover; otherwise, he might fall to the ground without anyone else’s help.

He enters his house, whistling, but soon his face turns pale.

“Where’s my Dragon?! Where is it?!”

“It ran away again!”

“It was so hard for me to try to cook for once, and you made me lose so thoroughly!”

“Sizzle!”

…

Early the next morning, Vincent still feels uneasy, and his mood is quite irritated, wanting to vent.

“Just as well, it’s Monday today, the start of school. Let’s see which lucky guy will get my iron fist of love!”

After getting up and brushing his teeth, Vincent takes out his high school uniform, putting it on neatly.

The high school he attends is excellent in all aspects, and the uniform is no exception. This suit is finely tailored, with a simple and elegant design, fits well on the body, and showcases charm. Most importantly, the uniform is reasonably priced. One of the reasons many students want to attend this high school is for the uniform, not just for wearing it, but also to look at it.

“Students should look like students. What’s the use of dressing up all flashy every day? It’ll only affect my learning efficiency!” Vincent agrees with his predecessor’s opinion.

Looking into the mirror, Vincent tries to imitate his predecessor’s icy demeanor.

After half a day of practice, he nods his head in satisfaction, feeling like he perfected the look even more than the original.

For breakfast, he reheats last night’s leftovers, not bothering to prepare lunch. There are some emergency food items like bread and water stored in his Space Bracelet, and he plans to eat lunch at the school cafeteria today.

Wearing a mask, Vincent walks to school.

Classes at Los Angeles’s First Beast Master High School start at 8:00 am, break for lunch at 12:00 pm, resume at 1:00 pm, and end at 4:00 pm. Students can choose to participate in club activities or go home after school, and weekends are off.

Before crossing over, Vincent was a corporate slave who had already passed the painful period of being a high school student. Although he often dreams of going back to high school, he doesn’t really want to experience his senior year again.

Luckily, high school life in the Beastmaster World isn’t as exhausting. Otherwise, he would risk being beaten to death by a dragon just to take a leave of absence and go home.

It’s October, the golden autumn season. The air is rich with fall colors, birds are singing, insects are humming, and the trees are rustling. A breeze blows by, bringing waves of golden yellow leaves.

At this time of the year in Los Angeles, the temperature is still slightly high. Those fashionable girls are still wearing thin summer clothes, and their budding shapes fill out their thin short-sleeved shirts with different curves. Plaid skirts paired with black or white stockings almost completely cover the lower half of the girls’ bodies, leaving only a small, enticing gap in between.

Amidst the crowd of students, Vincent enters the school. Not sure if it’s due to not wearing a hoodie, but attracting several people on the way to school with just a mask made him understand where his predecessor’s cold and venomous character came from.

No one can stand this frequency of attention!

He feels like he made a mistake. Had he known, he would have worn a trench coat first, then found a secluded place in the school to put it into the Space Bracelet.

That being said, would that outfit not attract the police if he walked among a group of high school students?

After walking for a while, Vincent finally enters his classroom, breathing a sigh of relief. As he enters the school, more people try to strike up conversations with him. He even spotted several members of the Extinguishing Fortune Club and got scared so much that he used [Rapid Movement] to escape immediately.

This time he learned his lesson and did not operate the [Rapid Movement] at its maximum capacity. After this usage, he only felt his energy consumption was quite significant.

Entering the classroom and seeing most of the students present, Vincent takes off his mask, walks up to the podium, and coughs lightly with a serious expression, attracting the attention of everyone in the class.

“Everyone in the class, focus your attention on me. I have an announcement!”

“There were rumors, saying that there was a conflict between me and the Three-tailed Fox at the Los Angeles Breeding House, leading to the breaking of the contract. This is pure nonsense, all misunderstandings.”

“Now, I have cleared up misunderstandings with the Three-tailed Fox. From now on, we will continue to get along harmoniously, united, heart-to-heart, respecting each other, singing and following, and harmoniously resonating!”

“You can check the Breeding House official Twitter, where the contract status of the Three-tailed Fox, Flora Gates, has been changed to ‘reserved contract’. The one who reserved it is me.”

“I hope that in the future, everyone can look rationally at problems, not blindly follow the crowd, and remember that wise people stop rumors. Do not let me see anyone bothering me for similar reasons again, or be careful of a lawyer’s letter warning!”

Then Vincent walks off the podium and sits back in his seat.

Although he left the podium, what he said on stage stirred up a commotion among his classmates.

The boys quickly search the Breeding House’s official Twitter and see their beloved Flora already reserved by Vincent, and then comes a wave of wailing.

On the other hand, the girls are different, as their minds remained immersed in their thoughts about Vincent.

His gaze reveals an unapproachable, cold temperament. Calm, emotionless, and resolute, his handsome and delicate features exude both coldness and charm that seems to absorb peoples’ souls.

“Entering this class is the luckiest thing in my life,” murmurs a female student with her legs closed together.

“Haven’t seen him in two days, but feels like he’s even more charming than usual. Is it my imagination?” another girl compares the difference with a secretly taken photo.

“I’m going to confess again tomorrow, to taste that scorn and contempt in his eyes and those vicious words once more,” says a pervert.

“Why wait until tomorrow?” someone questions the first half of the sentence but ignores the second half.

“Because today’s side dishes are enough.”