Chapter 213
by Need_More_SleepChapter 213: Old Schemer
What kind of person, after finally escaping from a nightmare, would still be so obsessed with revenge that they’d try to smash an egg against a rock?
Someone who has already lost everything—or someone who can never return to society.
“How strong is the Sixth Fractal?” Isaac had asked them.
“Soft targets, nothing to worry about,” the leader of the Avengers had replied.
But not long after they finished bragging, part of their group got arrested for being undocumented, and another part died under mysterious circumstances—making a complete fool of themselves in front of those little brats from Justice Enforcement.
“Are you afraid of dying?”
When Isaac asked this, all he got in return was a sneer—as if he were talking to a bunch of kids.
They’d been locked up for years. Prices outside had more than doubled. Cities had changed completely. Even children could start their own organizations now.
One of the women took off her shirt, completely unashamed, displaying her body to everyone, “Look at me—do I still have any reason to live?”
A mass of wrinkled skin and translucent, non-swollen tumors bulged and sagged beneath her flesh. Without lifting her shirt, no one would’ve guessed that beneath the head of a beautiful woman lay such an ugly body.
Jim, who stood behind Isaac, nearly threw up on the spot. It was a scene he’d probably never forget for the rest of his life.
But on the other hand, the experiments that left them worse than dead also helped them grow stronger. That’s where their confidence in saying “nothing to worry about” came from.
Isaac didn’t like these people. They never bothered to hide the murderous aura around them—as if they harbored deep malice toward the entire world.
They only banded together because of a common enemy.
Justice Enforcement—revenge for every grievance.
But he had to admit, they had guts. Even after losing so many people, they still dared to risk their lives and devise a plan to hunt Night Demon.
“Take the back alleys. Night Demon won’t engage in a chase on the main road. He’s close to you now—run directly at nine o’clock. Don’t look back. There’s a bomb prepped at the sandlot. Once you’re there, jump into the pit—don’t get caught in the blast. If you die, that’s on you.”
“I’m running.”
Even without using his eyes, there were still many ways to perceive the world.
LV3 Tailwind Hearing.
Not only could he hear far, but whenever a person or object moved, the general outline of the surroundings would automatically form in his mind.
“Faster! You’re almost in his range. Weren’t you into parkour back then?”
“Ha… ha… I’ve been locked up for years, ha… ha… How can I possibly compete with a professional mercenary? Didn’t you say we only needed to watch out for his abilities? Why didn’t anyone tell me he had a gun?!”
“He doesn’t dare shoot in residential areas. Use the main road ahead for now. Be careful when turning—that angle might put you within his ability’s range.”
“Got it.”
The parkour guy turned at an intersection, grabbed a small handful of sand from his pocket, and tossed it behind him.
The fine grains of sand froze in mid-air, invisible to the naked eye.
LV3 Stasis.
He could forcibly freeze objects in place for one minute and thirty-four seconds.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have anyone with precognitive abilities, so no one could predict what that handful of sand might cause during that time.
A purple taxi sped through the intersection, then suddenly rear-ended the car in front like its brakes had failed—smashing into two middle school boys on their way to cram school along the way.
The taxi driver slumped blankly over the steering wheel. Tiny holes, the size of rice grains, had appeared on his forehead and the back of his head—while the grains of sand remained suspended in the air, perfectly still.
“Damn it!” the parkour guy cursed, slamming his fist into his palm in frustration.
“He’s not chasing anymore—we were so close to luring him in.”
The parkour guy ignored him and went to check the crash site.
In truth, even without the accident, Night Demon hadn’t planned to continue the chase.
Faced with a target that clearly came prepared, at most he’d pursue along the alley for a hundred meters. If he didn’t catch them by then, he’d retreat immediately and wait for the next chance.
He wasn’t the kind to walk into a trap just for a chase.
“I killed someone. Innocent people.” The parkour guy’s face was pale as he muttered, lowering his head and quietly leaving the scene in guilt.
“Didn’t you kill people while you were locked up, too?”
Still just to fight over a piece of steamed buns with others.
“That’s different, that was emergency avoidance…”
“How is it different?”
“But they were just innocent bystanders!”
“But wasn’t there a murderer chasing you? How does that not count as emergency avoidance?”
“Emergency avoidance, my ass.” Isaac’s voice was ice cold.
“Your so-called plan was utterly terrible. Not only did you fail to kill the Night Demon, you also set traps on the highway that killed innocent people.”
“Kid, have you never killed anyone before?” Clairaudience asked mockingly.
“I only kill those who deserve it,” Isaac replied.
“Cut the crap, kid. Did you ask their parents when deciding whether they deserved to die?” The Clairaudience laughed. “In superhero movies when heroes and villains smash everything, you don’t actually think they fought that long without accidentally hurting a single good person, do you?”
Isaac fell silent.
Parkour Guy: “Alright, my bad. I’ll kill the Night Demon to make their deaths worthwhile.”
After just two seconds of guilt, the entire incident of fatal car accidents was brushed off with a single casual remark.
This was exactly why Isaac said he didn’t like these people.
He really didn’t like them.
After being imprisoned long-term in that oppressive environment where death could come in hundreds of ways, how could anyone possibly maintain kind thoughts.
“So kid, what’s your plan…” Clairaudience’s voice suddenly changed: “Old Du, don’t go that way!”
Bang!
Even with a silencer, the gunshot was still quite audible.
“Hey?” Isaac called out but received no response.
Parkour Guy had probably already met his end.
His attitude was: dead is dead anyway, he wasn’t a good person to begin with.
But…
He looked down at Parkour Guy’s location on his phone – an abandoned factory where no one would normally pay attention to such a place.
Dealing with a sneaky veteran like Night Demon was actually quite simple.
Isaac activated his ability.
Night Demon, who had drawn his claw knife to finish the job, frowned as he noticed Parkour Guy’s body beginning to crack.
Without hesitation, he turned and fled.
The explosion’s flames illuminated the entire factory. The air was filled not just with gunpowder smoke, but also the stench of blood and flesh.
After what felt like an eternity, the smoke cleared.
A slightly disheveled Night Demon, Charuk checked his wounds.
It was that kid from Tian Xing Dao’s ability – he could turn anything he touched into a bomb.
What a sneaky bastard, actually turning people into bombs to blow him up.
“This makes seventy-two. Pity we couldn’t capture him alive – his ability had significant research value.”
“Should I engage if I encounter the Sixth Fractal? Would she just drop an entire building on my head to take us both out?”
“You want to fight her? Fine, try to lure her to a completely open area first…”
“Who’s next?” Charuk interrupted him.
Hunting these test subjects was laughably easy.
After so many deaths, haven’t they considered they might have trackers in their bodies?
Not that it would help even if they did suspect – it’s not something conventional equipment could detect.
“Is No. 9 not here?”
“Didn’t notice. Didn’t she remove her tracker? If she was with these people, she should have warned them, right?”
“Then you can take a break now.”
“Leave the others alone?”
“Or you could go play with the Sixth Fractal.”
A file was sent to him.
It was Mi Xiaoliu’s profile, quite detailed, even listing her real name as Misha.
Even though they already knew her current identity, they hadn’t made a big show of coming after her.
Worried about the Little Demon King? Though she herself isn’t someone to be trifled with either.
Since he got the chance to rest, he naturally wouldn’t do the thankless work of overtime – it’s not like there was overtime pay.
He didn’t have the Red Prince’s convenient abilities – if he wanted to survive, he could only rely on his own caution.
“Actually, weren’t these people also looking for the Sixth Fractal?”
Charuk looked down at Mi Xiaoliu’s profile on his phone.
He removed the password lock and placed the phone on the charred, bloody remains on the ground.
Hopefully these people have the habit of checking their comrades’ bodies.
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