I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 331 The Ideal Man

Jonathan and Jeff fell into deep thought, and after what seemed like an eternity, the latter finally broke

the silence. “It's not entirely impossible to save Mabel now.”

Needless to say, Jonathan was delighted. “Do you have a plan?”

“If Mabel isn't dead, that'd mean Master Methendriel knows who she is and is keeping her alive on our

account. Therefore, I don't think she'd be in grave danger for the present,” Jeff explained. “However,

the premise is that you have to give up on rescuing the cacodemon. Tell you what, why don't you return

home first? Once Master Methendriel has gotten rid of the cacodemon, I'll hold a bilateral negotiation

between our countries. After all, Thymion still relies a lot on us. I'm sure they won't push things too far.”

“Forget it. I'll think of something myself,” replied a grim-faced Jonathan before hanging up the phone.

Well, I don't blame Jeff for coming up with this plan... He has no feelings for the cacodemon, so I can

understand why he has no qualms about killing it. However, there's no way I'd agree to this.

After much contemplation, Jonathan finally concluded that the best way of rescuing Mabel was through

Vananeru.

F*ck this. I'll do this myself. I'm sure I can resolve this matter without anyone else's help!

Just then, Jeff's call came in again.

As soon as Jonathan answered it, the man on the other end sighed heavily. “The two of you are way

too stubborn! Listen... I'll assign Mabel's subordinates in Thymion to you. As for why Mabel and

Vananeru had disappeared without a trace, my best guess is that Master Methendriel has used the

Realm Shift Spell.”

“What's the Realm Shift Spell?” Jonathan asked curiously.

“It's a spell that allows the user to shift the planes of existence and travel through The Void. It was said

to have been written by an ancient Divine Master, and with it, one can find a passage between space,

time, magnetic fields, and even particles.”

“Travel through The Void?” Jonathan muttered as he gasped Oh, gosh. The world is getting crazier by

the day. I've always thought these things only appeared in fantasy s and mythological shows, yet

here they are in real life!

Seconds later, he furrowed his brows and added, “Since Master Methendriel can travel through The

Void, does that mean he'll instantly appear if I attack Vananeru?”

“The Realm Shift Spell can only be used three times because its power is limited. Furthermore, one

has to wait three days between each use.”

Jonathan couldn't help but roll his eyes in disbelief. D*mn it. Are we in a game of Heroes Alliance? Is

that why there's a long cooldown time after activating a powerful ability? Hmm... That also means I

have two days to prepare. There's no point capturing Vananeru within this period since Master

Methendriel won't be able to teleport here to rescue her.

“I know what's on your mind,” Jeff suddenly piped up. “You think you have two days to carry out your

plan.”

“That's right. It hasn't even been ten hours since Mabel's capture. Doesn't that leave me with two days

and one night?”

“Well, there's one thing you may have overlooked.”

“What is it?”

“Activating the Realm Shift Spell requires a large amount of mana. You said both Mabel and Vananeru

disappeared into thin air while they were in the car, didn't you? There must be something unusual

about Vananeru, then,” Jeff explained.

“Do you think Vananeru could also be a mana expert or Divine Master?”

“I doubt it. Let's not forget that Vananeru is only in her twenties. No matter how naturally gifted she is,

it's unlikely that she can cultivate to the level of Divine Master. After all, cultivation isn't something you

can speed up by using elixir pills. It depends largely on one's talent and hard work too.”

“Hmm... Could it be that Vananeru has other magical items on her?” Jonathan asked.

For a moment, Jeff was rendered speechless. “Fine. Here's a question for you. If I gave you the Golden

Divine Beads, would you be able to use them?”

Thankfully, Jonathan caught the hint immediately.

Ah, how silly of me! The use of any magical item requires mana. Since Vananeru doesn't have any,

how would she be able to do so? I could use Emperor of Chanaea's Golden Badge Power previously

because it was merely a spell. All I needed to do was recite the chant to activate it.

“So... what's strange about Vananeru?” Jonathan asked.

“Master Methendriel has a power called the Primordial Mitra Technique. He can create a primordial

spirit clone by using his spiritual mana to combine the power of Mitra, the power of thoughts, and the

power of magnetic particles. I reckon Vananeru must have one of Master Methendriel's clones on her.”

Stunned, Jonathan blurted out, “Is this primordial spirit powerful?”

“Of course. Even I am no match for it.”

“You must have a way to deal with Master Methendriel's primordial spirit, right?” Jonathan queried, his

head already hurting from all the new information. This is so tricky.

“If I'm not wrong, that primordial spirit is dormant and won't disturb Vananeru. It will only awaken if it

senses that she's in danger,” Jeff stated. “You're going to carry out your plan anyway, so you don't have

to be worried about offending Master Methendriel. What you need to worry about, however, is how to

stealthily approach Vananeru and not let her see you as a threat. Only then can you cheat Master

Methendriel's primordial spirit and capture Vananeru. Once she's in your hands, you'd no longer have

to fear any of them.”

Jonathan's eyes instantly lit up. “Understood.”

“Listen. I honestly don't want you to go to that extent,” Jeff said with a sigh. “Master Methendriel is

unfathomably powerful. I can't even begin to imagine the horrific consequences if you mess with him.”

“Don't worry. I got this.”

Knowing that Jonathan had made up his mind, Jeff said nothing more.

Not long after the two men had ended their call, Mabel's subordinates contacted Jonathan.

The latter quickly ordered them to track Vananeru's whereabouts before tearing off his mask and

revealing his handsome face.

Afterward, Jonathan headed to the mall and splurged almost a hundred thousand on a new outfit and

another three hundred thousand on an Omega watch.

It was all thanks to the Rodunst gold card that Jennifer had given him, which was accepted worldwide

and allowed him to do anything he needed.

In just two hours, Jonathan had undergone a complete transformation. He had donned a luxury watch,

a handmade white collared shirt, tailored black trousers, and exquisite crocodile leather shoes.

Next, he went on to purchase a sapphire ring.

After all, clothes make the man, and Jonathan needed to look his best.

Even though he wasn't extraordinarily handsome, he had a natural charisma and was undeniably easy

on the eye.

Needless to say, many young girls passing by began to swoon over him.

Jonathan used to have a reputation as a casanova, so it was only natural for him to be fully prepared

before making his move on Vananeru.

After all, there wasn't any man who didn't like beautiful women, just like how no woman would turn

away from the ideal man.

Soon after, Jonathan had someone from the Department of National Security secure a Ferrari for him.

Unsurprisingly, the efficient and capable staff settled that in the blink of an eye.

With all his preparations done, Jonathan sat back and patiently waited for nightfall.

Later that day, the Department of National Security contacted him again with information about

Vananeru's location. Thankfully, the latter was a bookish university student, so it was easy enough to

track her back to Mapleton University.

At seven o'clock that night, darkness had fallen, and the moon shone brightly in the sky.

Many couples at Mapleton University strolled along the campus' lake and whispered sweet nothings to

each other.

Several pairs of lovebirds could even be seen making out at the pavilions near the bridge. Love,

without a doubt, was in the air.

The atmosphere at the university was utterly delightful, and the lecturers didn't stop their students from

dating, either.

Freedom was honestly the best thing any university student could ask for.

Jonathan got into his Ferrari and made a beeline for Mapleton University.

The security guard at the gate was a Thymion middle-aged man named Thiago, but surprisingly

enough, he was also fluent in Ustranasian.

“Stop right there,” Thiago said in Thymionan. “Who are you?”

“I don't understand what you're saying,” Jonathan replied in Ustranasian.

Upon hearing that, Thiago quickly switched to Ustranasian. “This is Mapleton University,” he said

smugly, as though working as the university's security guard was something to be lauded.

Jonathan curled his lips into a smile. “I know.”

“We don't allow outsiders driving into the school compound. Just because you're in a Ferrari doesn't

mean you're exempted from the rule.”

“I'm here to look for my girlfriend. It won't take long.”

“No!” Thiago insisted. “Cars are not allowed inside. That's the rule.”

“Really? How do you explain the two cars I saw entering earlier?”

“Those are our students, and you're not.”

Annoyed, Jonathan glared at Thiago. “Do you not know who I am? I'm the director of Mapleton

University, for goodness' sake! These students are nothing compared to me! If you continue to stop me

from entering, don't blame me for killing you and your family!” he scolded, his voice filled with contempt

and hostility.

Thiago froze in shock as his body started to tremble uncontrollably.

Jonathan, on the other hand, knew his act was going swimmingly. Ha! As they said, go big or go home.

The wealthier and more powerful I pretend to be, the more believable it is. This security guard must be

shaking in his boots by now.

Sure enough, Thiago no longer dared to stop Jonathan and hastily lifted the barrier gate. “P-Please go

ahead. I-I'm very sorry.”

With that, Jonathan drove into the compound and expertly drifted the Ferrari into the first parking lot he

saw.

He looked so effortlessly cool doing it that every student passing by was awestruck.

One of the girls even shouted, “Ah, that's so cool!”

The next second, Jonathan opened the car door. Since the Ferrari had butterfly doors that swung

upward, the sight of him stepping out gracefully with his devilish charm sent a group of female students

into a frenzy.

Not only was his entrance a class act, but it was also far better than the male leads' in romantic

dramas!

Confident as usual, Jonathan quickly approached one of the Thymion female students who was slightly

chubby. “Hello, miss.”

The young lady had stars in her eyes, and there was no doubt she was excited to have Jonathan

speaking to her. Alas, she couldn't understand a word he was saying and only managed to stutter out a

weak reply.

Jonathan was conversing in Ustranasian, but what other choice did he have? It wasn't his fault that

Ustranasian was more widely spoken than Chanaean!