Chapter 118: Clearing the Field

Chapter 118: Clearing the Field

Dragon Might surged forward. Strongman Ozil and his subordinates all jolted at once, as though someone had struck them heavily with a giant hammer.

In an instant, some of them ran wildly in all directions. Some fled aimlessly. Some spun repeatedly in place. Some stood stiff and trembling. Their reactions varied, each different from the others.

Unlike earlier, when he had to seize every second for fear that the Silver-Tongued Misor might recover, Klein now had enough leisure to observe the entire field. In an instant, he grasped the situation:

“The different reactions are based on differences in mental strength and toughness. The most fragile and ordinary ones sprint in panic. Those with stronger will among ordinary humans flee aimlessly. Beyonders with improved mental states and ordinary people of considerable will mainly spin in place, wanting to flee while still barely restraining themselves. Beyonders of significant strength or mental resilience show a combination of standing stiffly while trembling and circling in place.

“As for those frightened into losing control of their bladder, they belong to the fleeing-and-hiding category…”

Klein swept his gaze over them and was just about to shoot, making sure the enemies capable of threatening him lost combat ability.

At that moment, he discovered that one stiff, trembling man’s eyes had regained clarity, seemingly about to break free of Deterrence’s influence, while several others also showed signs of recovering to varying degrees.

Considering that he could not eliminate them all in a short time, that gunshots could easily awaken some people, and that different Beyonder abilities might combine to injure him, Klein changed his mind. The glove on his left palm took on a sinister, reflective black.

His eyes instantly grew deep and dark as he forcefully distorted the intentions of those about to awaken.

The trembling man abruptly threw himself sideways. The desire to flee became impossible to restrain, and he headed straight for the secret exit, leaving his employer, Strongman Ozil, with a shrinking view of his back.

Klein rapidly switched between Psychiatrist and Baron of Corruption. Dragon Might followed Distortion, and Distortion followed Dragon Might. Very quickly, the guards around Ozil whose minds were relatively strong or resilient were driven out of the underground area.

Although Creeping Hunger could not compare with a true Shepherd and required a brief delay when switching between different souls, Klein grasped the rhythm extremely well. Together with the lingering influence of Dragon Might, he easily achieved his goal.

However, he also discovered a problem: against certain targets, if they were repeatedly affected by Dragon Might within a short period, the Deterrence effect would grow weaker and weaker. Of course, most of Strongman Ozil’s subordinates, after having Dragon Might stacked onto them repeatedly, had all collapsed to the ground, filth overflowing as a foul stench spread.

“Dragon Might and Distortion really pair well… Earlier, if Misor had not wanted to counterattack and had instead used Bribe—Weaken and Distortion to force his escape, I might not necessarily have caught him and killed him. And that counterattack of his really was dangerous. There were almost no warning signs at first. If Seer and Clown did not both depend on spirituality and premonition, I might not have had time even to use Paper Figurine Substitute, let alone dodge.

“This reminds me that even relying on Creeping Hunger to possess Sequence 5 combat strength, I must not look down on other Sequence 6s. One careless moment, and I might be the one killed…”

While thoughts surged, Klein made the glove appear as though cast from gold. Two bolts of lightning suddenly lit within his eyes.

Strongman Ozil immediately screamed. Unable to support himself any longer, he collapsed to the floor like a mountain caving in, clutching his head as he struggled in…