Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Insight

They had achieved victory but found themselves trapped in an inescapable dilemma.

Gazing upon the once-prosperous Blood Hell Island now reduced to ruins, with shattered streets and alleys, the Blood Purification members sank into bewilderment.

Even the typically composed "Judge" Marcel could offer no rousing speeches to rally the faithful, resorting to temporary silence.

As a sect, Blood Purification turned to prayer—the sole solace for directionless hearts.

Countless followers knelt before Leslie’s statue, pleading through fervent prayers.

Even the usually low-profile Avril was temporarily "borrowed" by Marcel from Midi to comfort the crowd as their Holy Maiden.

Though Emil, being Avril’s sister, equally qualified for the Holy Maiden role, Midi prudently avoided mentioning this to Marcel—knowing the position’s time-consuming demands.

The Hawk Brigade had endured heavy losses too, yet fared better with Blood Purification bearing the brunt.

Every member here had weathered storms:

Reinhardt and Wiseman had been defeated—even slain—by Midi’s blade.

Avril carved her place in the merciless Sea of Clouds alone as a wandering woman.

Emil maintained her foothold in the chaotic Windstream despite surface-level calm.

Midi’s current triumphs stemmed from his previous life’s fatal failures.

These battle-hardened elites wouldn’t falter after one setback. Though wounded, they remained functional—no need for despair. Relentless struggle sufficed.

While Blood Purification stagnated, Midi’s group pressed forward:

Forward base repairs, ancient warship research, poison needle warship preparations, fleet assembly, and sect collaborations advanced methodically.

For Commander Midi, priority lay in subduing the All-Seeing Demon—a top-tier entity from the Shaded and Demon Realms. Haste would backfire.

Post-battle, he spent three days recuperating and analyzing combat lessons.

Refining pure Radiance of Light crystals healed his injuries and solidified his level 59 foundation—resolving instabilities from his rapid 54-to-59 ascent.

The Sea Emperor’s Inheritance meditation techniques restored his psychic energy.

His Spirit Dragon Sword regained luminosity within, its glow sharper and more mysteriously profound than during initial inheritance.

Even his reluctant mind control skills sharpened through combat—natural growth after life-or-death struggles.

Now 90% confident in controlling the weakened, freshly thawed demon, Midi descended into Blood Hell Island’s magic-sealed prison depths. Passing layered defenses, he reached the captive creature’s cell. Sea of Clouds dwellers avoided the unfamiliar entity—only hulking guards lingered nearby.

Wiseman’s face was alight with excitement as he inspected the massive eight-meter-wide eyeball. He pulled out alchemy tools, punctured its outer layer, and drew out fluids.

“Don’t kill it,” Midi warned sharply.

“Relax, it won’t die. I’ve got this,” Wiseman replied without looking up, his gaze fixed on the All-Seeing Demon like a wolf’s. His hands never stopped extracting samples.

Unconvinced, Midi ordered Reinhardt to drag Wiseman away before approaching the All-Seeing Demon himself. Closing his eyes, he spread his telepathy.

Through his psychic vision, every intelligent being became visible. Wiseman and Reinhardt shone brightest—not just due to their battle strength, but their sharp, unyielding minds.

In stark contrast, the All-Seeing Demon sprawled in the hall resembled a faint speck. Its brain had been ravaged first by Midi and Loz’s clashing psychic energies, then stripped of instincts by Loz’s fleeing command to kill, plunging it into frenzy. Finally, Wiseman’s curses drained its vitality before freezing it solid.

Midi marveled it still lived. Its consciousness was now fragmented—a boon for mind control.

Weaving Threads of the Mind from his psychic energy, Midi probed the demon’s shattered awareness. Finding no resistance, his Deep Blue Energy flooded its consciousness, forging an instant bond. A single thought would now command absolute obedience.

Though familiar from controlling Heart-Seizing Demons during his Thought Capturer trials, reality felt different. This wasn’t mere enslavement, but total infiltration.

“Open your consciousness,” Midi ordered. His awareness detached, merging with the demon’s.

Suddenly, he *was* the All-Seeing Demon—a limbless, faceless orb. Opening its eyes, hyper-detailed vision flooded him: dust motes, fabric threads, pores on skin. Heat patterns and magic flows revealed each person’s power. Words became visible symbols.

Wiseman’s voice manifested as text: “It moved. Refreeze it?”

Through telepathy, Midi broadcast, “I control it now.” Crisis averted.

Next, mastering the body. The demon’s hundred minor eyes could cast spells independently—a mage’s dream. But Midi focused solely on the main eye. After an hour, he triggered its skill: Insight.

The gaze pierced prison walls, crossed Blood Hell Island, and soared over the Star Ocean—hundreds of kilometers unveiled in an instant.