Chapter 58
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Chapter 58: The Mysterious Organization
Facing the red-haired superpowered individual’s murderous questions, the man holding the fire extinguisher remained silent, merely standing still and continually rotating the nozzle, extinguishing every emerging juvenile fireball.
"You talk too much; it’s time to change that bad habit."
The man’s hoarse voice echoed as he tossed aside the now-empty fire extinguisher.
At the same time, fueled by immense anger, the fireballs around the man rapidly ballooned in size, their blazing flames causing the special material of the ceiling to begin melting.
“Die already!”
The man shouted, hurling one fireball after another toward the white-haired man.
He had no worries that his attacks would harm his teammates; with the chubby guy around, no one would get hurt.
As the fireballs struck him once more, his charred skin tore open, while the others launched another offensive.
Unlike before, the white-haired man’s abilities seemed to have entered a cooldown phase; he no longer moved with ease and began dodging to avoid damage.
This brought joy to the Superpowered Team Leader, who split his nails in search of an opportunity to stab the man’s hands and feet, calmly directing his teammates, as the significant advantage of their coordinated efforts became evident in the not-so-spacious laboratory.
The white-haired man’s stamina appeared to be waning; his movement range had dramatically decreased, forcing him into a corner by the fireballs and the surging ground.
“Now’s the time!”
Seeing the white-haired man stumble in the corner, the Captain issued the final command.
The man could no longer move as adeptly as before; all the attacks landed on him, yet the expected wails did not emerge.
“Crack!”
A crisp shattering sound echoed, resembling the sound of porcelain cooling fresh from the kiln.
That was a sound that absolutely should not have appeared in this situation.
The Captain once again dispersed the smoke, and the man’s figure reappeared before them.
Fine cracks appeared on the man’s palm, then spread throughout his body.
As the fissures extended, the man gradually stood frozen.
Finally, with a slight tilt backward, his body slammed against the wall and shattered into glass shards, slowly vanishing from sight.
The members of the five-person team were left staring at one another.
“What just happened?”
The now-conscious stealthy individual voiced everyone’s question.
—
“Eh?”
Lin Qingliu felt a twitch at his temple, momentarily pausing his actions as the oval light ring showed a slight error.
“Quick moves.”
He murmured to himself while glancing at the superpowered individuals behind him who stood frozen in place, caught in dreams.
Yes, dreams.
When did this start?
From the perspective of hypnosis, the onset of a person’s unconscious hypnotic state is often marked by a distinctive action or sound.
For the members of the superhero team, their descent into hypnosis began with the appearance of the second cloud of smoke and the sharp snap of fingers.
Through a medium of their own making, Lin Qingliu coaxed these highly strung individuals to relinquish all thoughts of the world beyond the underground laboratory.
Once they entered the dream, their entire mental capacity was dedicated to sustaining the dream’s stability.
Every minute detail was buried deep within their subconscious, and their unique abilities were inadvertently manifested.
In essence, Lin Qingliu merely provided the gateway into the dream.
The dream itself was continuously refined by the superpowered individuals, utilizing their own capabilities.
Now, their dream selves had inexplicably vanished as planned.
Although they might awaken a minute or two earlier than anticipated, it was of little consequence.
Having mastered the ability to Control every muscle through the【Flesh and Blood】pathway, Lin Qingliu discovered he could achieve feats beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Such as the act of painting he was engaged in now.
As the nominal head of a burgeoning secret organization, he aimed to proclaim its existence through the day’s events.
At this moment, he was inscribing a complex golden symbol on the operating room’s wall.
This emblem, a fusion of halos, wings, and radiance, was a modified version of a sacred symbol he had encountered in a past life.
From this day forward, this emblem would be etched into countless records, becoming a symbol of might and mystery.
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Observing the slowly vanishing fragments, the superhero team members lapsed into a brief silence.
After some deliberation, the team Captain spoke earnestly:
"Indeed, that man was merely a decoy, designed to draw our fire.
"Our vigilant accomplice was lurking in the shadows, ready to ensnare us in this fabricated dream."
"Damn, that’s cunning!"
The red-haired man slammed his fist against a nearby pillar, igniting a brief cascade of Ephemeral sparks.
"So, how do we escape?"
The usually reticent portly member suddenly inquired,
"My father once told me that realizing one is in a dream causes it to collapse swiftly. I wonder if that holds true…"
Before he could conclude, the underground laboratory’s entrance began to collapse in an eerie fashion.
The stairs and floor tiles seemed to plummet into an infinite abyss, vanishing continuously.
The man who could soften the ground and the stealthy individual frowned, instinctively stepping back.
"Wait, if we accept this, we’ll awaken."
The portly member asserted with conviction.
The dark void expanded relentlessly, eventually consuming the figures standing in the laboratory’s corner.
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"Ah, damn!"
With a startled exclamation and a violent twitch of his legs, the red-haired man was the first to rouse from In Dream.
He had been concealing his acrophobia, but the dream’s bottomless chasm had fully unleashed his inner dread.
Like a child jolted awake from a nightmare, he felt a wave of exhaustion. He glanced around, finding himself still in the underground laboratory, his teammates nearby.
Within moments, the others awoke, rubbing their groggy heads, overwhelmed by fatigue.
This was the aftermath of being drawn into the dream by Lin Qingliu; crafting and maintaining a dream drains the brain’s energy.
And that energy certainly wasn’t Lin Qingliu’s to expend.
Thus, it was the unfortunate souls who bore the brunt.
After a mutual inspection, they found no injuries, not even the stealthy individual’s neck bore a noticeable mark.
It was as if their adversary, who had matched them blow for blow, harbored no ill will.
But what truly astonished them was the laboratory’s wall at that moment.
A complex emblem, as large as a human head, left them in prolonged silence.
