Last night, Buke had an arm severed. Relying on his familiarity with the terrain of the South District, he successfully escaped the pursuit of Gabriel, Brent, Galen, and the others.
Afterward, he found an opportunity to return to the Clock Tower and carefully inford Fass that Al had betrayed them and drawn the Holy Knights to their location.
Fass's eyes instantly turned red.
However, what gave Buke a slight sense of relief was that Fass did not misdirect his anger.
Perhaps seeing that Buke's arm had been severed, he did not bla Buke either.
His own ntal power simply went berserk. After overturning a few things around him, he fell into a coma.
By noon that day, Fass woke up.
Becky soothed his spirit, then was surprised to discover that Fass did not harbor much regret.
Or rather, Fass mostly regretted that his own innate talent was insufficient, failing to quickly master his ntal power.
If he had, he could have gone to save his family at the ti, and things would not have deteriorated to this point.
"You are relatively clear-headed," Becky said, looking at Fass with a trace of curiosity in his eyes.
"Because I know the situation at the bottom," Fass said, shaking his head. "My father was also a laborer. After just over a decade of that life, his body has practically broken down."
"My mother is the sa. After years of constant toil, she doesn't have much longer to live either."
"If we cannot make a change, then it is nothing more than the difference between dying early and dying late."
"I only feel sorry for my younger brother and sister."
In the South District, although no one had ever calculated the average life expectancy, the answer was basically obvious.
That was the paradox of the elderly: they were both nurous and exceedingly rare.
They were rare because true elderly people were scarce, but they were nurous because most people aged beyond recognition by the ti they reached forty.
Most people did not even have the chance to grow old, dying under the burden of various heavy manual labor jobs.
Fass understood all of this clearly. That was why he chose to seize any opportunity for change at critical monts. It was why he had acted so fanatically when Buke ford the Black Star Gang, because that was very likely the only chance he would ever get in his entire life.
"The current situation only happened because my abilities are lacking, not because I made the wrong choice," Fass said, his logical thinking remaining fairly clear without his mind being clouded by anger.
If he had chosen not to join the Construct Protocol, his entire family would have missed the opportunity and eventually died amidst endless labor.
By choosing to join, he actually had a chance to stand up and climb out of the mud pit that was the South District.
"Very good. The fact that you have such thoughts proves that you are indeed a perfect fit for our Construct Protocol." Before Becky could speak, under Fass's astonished gaze, a person radiating an aura of evil appeared not far away.
"Bishop Becky, let take over his case," Krew said. Becky naturally nodded in indifference, as he still had a mountain of research to do.
"You may call the Twin Bishop." Krew did not expose his real na within the Construct Protocol, and even his appearance was sowhat disguised.
"Twin Bishop." Fass did not know why he was being valued, but he knew that this might be the best opportunity of his life—the chance to change his destiny!
"Originally, I was planning to wait a while before telling you." Krew was highly satisfied with Fass's attitude. If Fass had woken up cursing the heavens and the earth, Krew would have been thoroughly displeased.
"But I really like your current attitude. Furthermore, I believe that this might be the only way for you to unleash even more potential."
eting Fass's slightly bewildered gaze, Krew spoke up, "I have already rescued your family. They are currently being settled in another location."
"You can go check on their condition right now, but I advise you not to contact your family frequently in the future," Krew said, looking at him.
Fass's pupils trembled as joy rapidly climbed onto his face. However, he quickly reined in that happiness and continued to listen to Krew's next words. "We will temporarily use you as a figurehead. The power you acquire will be the Construct Protocol's best outward facade."
"Therefore, the number of people watching you from now on might be far greater than you imagine."
"I understand, Lord Twin." Fass imdiately grasped the risks and rewards involved in this matter.
Becoming a figurehead ant having to face the myriad of problems that would follow.
At the sa ti, it also ant that Fass would receive the best possible cultivation and training.
Whether it was worth it or not was sothing only Fass himself could weigh.
Therefore, he chose to agree without any hesitation.
Fass understood the limits of his own abilities. He lacked education, his power was weak, and while his mind was sowhat clear, it could not be considered perfectly calm. His only praiseworthy trait was his self-awareness.
Under these circumstances, he absolutely needed a powerful external force to propel his rapid improvent.
The Construct Protocol was exactly that powerful external force.
"Next, you can already go out and seek your revenge," Krew evaluated after observing Fass's ntal state.
"After this incident, your ntal power has actually cald down... No, I should say it has slightly adapted to the berserk state." Krew felt it was incredibly bizarre.
Other ntalists all pursued the tranquility of the soul and mind to enhance their own control.
anwhile, Fass, who had unlocked his ntal power through the Berserk Accessory, originally possessed a highly volatile ntal energy. Yet, after he went berserk once, this ntal riot and spiritual volatility had reached so sort of eerie equilibrium.
As a result, Fass's control over his ntal power had actually improved.
"It inexplicably feels like two negatives making a positive."
"No matter what, you will win."
"But it is best if you can also demonstrate your own worth in this upcoming battle," Krew said, his body dissolving into black smoke, leaving only his voice echoing in the air.
Fass slowly stood up, and then he felt a certain link being established.
Faintly, he could even sense another surge of power waiting sowhere for him to draw upon it.
"After you sign the Construct Protocol, we will all be part of a single web. Multiform Unity is not just an empty phrase." These were the exact words Becky had spoken after his modification was complete.
It was just that he had never perceived this so-called web before, nor did he truly feel like he was a part of that Multiform Unity.
Until this mont.
The unprecedentedly clear sensation of becoming a node, capable of linking with others, finally made him realize how different he had beco.
'Is this the foundation of my absolute victory no matter what?' Fass could feel the massive power at the other end of the link. Even if he only drew upon a tiny fraction of it, he would still be countless tis stronger than he was now.
Carrying this foundation of confidence, along with the sheer determination to win no matter what, Fass found Buke, who had just finished receiving treatnt and was adapting to his new arm.
Upon seeing Fass, Buke imdiately understood what they had to do next.
No matter what, after suffering such a massive loss, they were going to get their revenge.
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