Chapter 225
by Need_More_SleepChapter 225: The Role of Fog
It was raining—a torrential downpour.
Yet the thick fog remained, growing even denser.
It felt familiar, because Fanzui City often had rain like this.
But there was something even more familiar to her.
“A few lightning strikes just took out the power in this area. Even the cameras are dead… The batteries inside exploded.”
“Master, the density of this fog is indeed the same as back then, but it’s not the work of the Second Fractal. The Supreme Heaven ability is Level 5 control—it manipulates physical matter. Its maximum range is at least fifty kilometers, but it’s not precise enough to control weather phenomena.”
“Mm.”
“But this pillar… That’s absolutely the Supreme Heaven’s doing,” Sasha continued. “If he wanted, he could’ve dragged half of Metropolis into it… That old bastard’s still alive? Even after the Master beat him half to death.”
Something felt off. This wasn’t Easter’s usual style.
Though they had human-shaped nukes among them, their modus operandi was always to hide in the shadows at all costs. Why were they suddenly being so brazen?
“Mm.”
Mi Xiaoliu stood in the open, staring at the colossal pillar stretching into the sky not far away.
It wasn’t that she was being disobedient and running off—this towering monstrosity had destroyed entire blocks, punching a coin-sized hole straight through the map of Metropolis.
In short, in just two days, the Lasvedo family had not only been robbed, but now had their home stolen right out from under them.
Okulet, of course, took action. But a closer observation with the Lasvedos’ eyes revealed that this power wasn’t like telekinesis, which could be intercepted. Instead, it directly controlled objects, making them move on their own.
Okulet’s ability was Destruction. Aside from “I’ll make my house disappear before you can tear it down,” the best he could do was rely on instinct to coordinate a zero-casualty outcome for this disaster.
He erased the controlled earth, but the ground had an endless supply of dirt.
The old man was furious.
The thief girl was overjoyed.
Now there was no evidence left. That $800,000 vintage wine? Must’ve been destroyed along with the house by some other ability user.
Mi Xiaoliu crouched down and touched a half-buried tree branch sticking out of the ground.
She liked this tree.
Being hung from it had been fun.
The Second Fractal.
A discomfort settled in.
A discomfort born from memory.
A discomfort on par with the Red Prince.
“Sasha, I want to hit him.”
“Of course you can, Master.”
There was no need to hide information about the Second Fractal from her.
But that raised a question, with his ability’s range so vast, where was he actually located?
Probably only his weather-controlling accomplice knew.
—
In the distance…
While the earth churned and the Lasvedo family scrambled to rescue people, the faceless man swiftly flew away, randomly kicking in the window of an apartment and depositing the mother and daughter inside.
The twenty-kilometer-wide rainstorm had, by sheer luck, triggered a lightning strike that destroyed an undetected tracker—an odd stroke of fortune.
The apartment was empty, a few tiles scattered on the floor. It seemed to be under renovation, temporarily uninhabited.
He slipped in after them, touching his shoulder and gritting his teeth in pain.
A sapling as thick as sugarcane had sprouted there moments ago. He’d yanked it out with his bare hands.
The tearing agony was no different from pulling out a barbed harpoon.
His right arm—his dominant hand—was now useless.
No matter. His ability didn’t require hand gestures anyway. At most, he couldn’t engage in close combat. Pain was something he’d long grown accustomed to.
In just two seconds, unnoticed, the seed had gone from a tiny sprout to that monstrous size. Thankfully, the roots hadn’t reached his organs yet.
Once plants started feeding, they were greedier than pigs.
It had all happened too fast. Luckily, the woman who’d attacked him earlier hadn’t dispelled her vacuum yet, and he’d used that void to suppress the plant’s growth.
He stepped forward, ignoring the mother’s terrified screams, and ruthlessly yanked off her upper clothing, leaving her in nothing but her bra.
Her screams and flailing hands accidentally brushed against his shoulder wound, making him hiss again. The sound, filtered through his voice modulator, was far from pleasant.
“Stay away! I’m warning you—don’t come any closer!”
The woman shoved her daughter behind her, clutching a rubber hose for protection, her clothes in disarray.
Ignoring her, the faceless man removed his raincoat, then stripped off his own shirt. He layered it with the mother’s and wrung out the water.
With a lighter, he set the fabric on fire and pressed it to his shoulder for the crudest form of cauterization.
The mother stopped screaming. She dropped the hose, lips parting slightly as if wanting to say something but thinking better of it.
She covered her daughter’s eyes, shielding her from the gruesome sight.
“I’ll… ask the neighbors if they have a first-aid kit.”
She nudged her daughter toward the door.
“Don’t bother. The rain will lighten up in an hour and stop completely. Stay here and don’t move. The flooding might get bad.”
The faceless man gingerly touched his shoulder again.
Revolting pus clung to his fingers, the sting unbearable.
His arm still wouldn’t move.
This wasn’t sustainable. Maybe it was psychological, but his body already felt dangerously weak.
Regardless of the wound’s severity, humans instinctively grew faint at the sight of their own blood.
Leaving the mother and daughter behind, he focused, trying to sense enemy positions through the fog’s air currents.
Then, with a resigned shake of his head, he discarded his umbrella and raincoat, keeping only the mask as he flew toward the hospital.
It wasn’t far.
He didn’t bother with the entrance, crashing straight through a window. He didn’t have time for registration or waiting around.
Luck was on his side—it was the pharmacy. The female pharmacist, who’d been slacking off on her phone, nearly jumped out of her skin.
Then she saw the mask and got a second scare.
“Where are the bandages?”
The female pharmacist pointed reflexively before belatedly adding, “That kind of injury needs surgery. What, did you watch too many spec-ops dramas? This is the city, not the wilderness—you can’t just cauterize wounds with fire—”
He ignored her, not even listening to her instructions. He grabbed what he thought he needed and bandaged himself haphazardly. Effectiveness aside, at least it wouldn’t get infected.
His body was still weak. That sapling had taken a lot out of him.
He looked down at his bare torso.
Highly indecent. He needed a jacket.
He slowly raised his head and locked eyes with the female pharmacist before him.
To be precise, he was examining the white lab coat she wore.
…
After tearing off her name tag and tossing it onto the now-unconscious female pharmacist, the faceless man glanced down at the white coat now covering his own body with visible disgust.
He had stayed here for nearly ten minutes without being attacked by the strange plants—something almost unbelievable.
Had he already moved beyond the detection range of those anomalous plants?
Or had he grown careless? Underestimating any ability user would be a mistake.
His physical condition wasn’t promising; a distinct dizziness had set in. He stole two bottles of glucose solution and drank them, hoping it would help.
The heavy rain had washed the air clean, leaving it unusually fresh.
Irritating. Deeply irritating.
He retrieved a pendant from inside his clothing.
Fortunately, the blood from earlier hadn’t stained it, though being tucked under his arm might have left it carrying some unpleasant odors.
He sniffed it cautiously.
But any lingering traces of scent in the air had long been erased by the downpour rain.
…
“He’s left my detection range.”
Nikita stood on the steps of the hospital’s first floor, sharing intel with the others.
The rainfall in Metropolis was the heaviest seen in a decade. Within just five minutes, the streets had flooded past ankle height—a shocking sight, given the city’s excellent drainage system.
“He changed clothes. I can’t find him anymore, and the tracker’s destroyed,” Big Sis replied.
She wasn’t a clairvoyance-type ability user, after all.
“He was flying in a direction close to the hospital earlier. Weren’t you there? How could he move that fast?”
Faced with Big Sis’s question, Nikita didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned away, moving the phone pressed to his ear down to his face as he kept his back to the entrance.
A masked figure in a white lab coat randomly snatched an unlucky bystander’s umbrella before shooting off into the distance at high speed.
“Hey—my umbrella!”
Since when was Metropolis’s no-fly ordinance just for show?
Nikita turned back around.
“He was definitely at the hospital just now, but we didn’t cross paths. He’s not here anymore—the last trace I caught was him heading toward the commercial district.”
He swung a leg over his motorcycle, flicked on the headlight to cut through the thick fog, and sped off in the direction the faceless man had flown. But there was no keeping up with that kind of speed, and he quickly lost sight of his target.
Judging by the general trajectory, though, the man seemed to be heading southwest toward the suburban roads. Or, if he had to guess further—maybe even the ocean…
Fog was a weather phenomenon consisting of tiny water droplets or ice crystals suspended near the ground. It was a physical, tangible thing—not some illusion—so the Lasvedo family’s special eyes couldn’t see through it.
Then, in the next second, the dense fog vanished.
No—to be precise, the fog blanketing the entire city disappeared all at once.
Mi Xiaoliu’s doing.
Not just the fog—even the endless stretch of dark clouds in the sky abruptly dissipated.
“Grandma’s pickled toes—which dumbass did this?!”
Nikita snarled—just before his body abruptly twisted.
The control ability had been applied directly to his own flesh.
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