The Primordial Record novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370 Central Transportation Bureau

With the relatively stable environment, Andar began to ruminate on all the events since he took over this body and awakened his Spirit Matrix, he noticed inconsistencies and subterfuge that he may have missed and he shelved those for later.

The driver began to make small conversations to pass the time while he was hunched over the control of his vehicle, Andar listened with a bit of amusement as time passed.

He suddenly had a thought. He missed his Monster Bike. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

More quickly than he imagined he arrived at his destination. Paying the Driver from his own personal money, for he had a healthy stash of 400 Origin Chips and again he was surprised that his master had been able to stash it in his Spatial Ring, he thought he had it hidden well, but now knowing the Perception that would be developed as someone got stronger, he knew he had no secrets that his master did not know about.

His only regret was that he had been unable to retrieve Nivi before leaving. She had a very rudimentary Artificial Intelligence but she had a sassy mouth and was incredibly witty. Andar sometimes wondered how he was able to program someone like her with his Rank 0 Script proficiency, most likely his Master had assisted him from the dark.

Andar crossed the multi-lane roads and looked up to behold a massive skyscraping building that was his destination. This was the Central Transportation Bureau or CTB for short. It controlled the entire teleportation Network within the Black Federation and beyond.

It was a gigantic organization with a long reach to the farthest corners of the universe. It was said the only way to reach the ends of the universe was via the CTB.

There was a constant flow of people entering and exiting the edifice and Andar was soon lost in the crowd. This building did not only serve the population of Ikaron V, but it was also a way station for different travelers.

It was possible to see some of the most fantastical sights and people if you spent a few minutes inside the CTB, if you were lucky or unlucky perhaps you might even see a god passing by. However, they would have to clear the entire building and a greater part of the city if that were to happen.

He found his way to the lobby and went to one of the receptionists. There were hundreds of receptionists stationed on each floor of the building whose height was 250 stories tall, for the number of travelers passing through this building every second was thousands.

The receptionist he approached was a lanky man with a colorful glass perched on his long nose, he had braided hair and his white and black uniform was neat and form-fitting. He must have been standing here for hours but he still smiled wide when Andar approached, "Hello my name is Michel. How can I be of service, sir?