Chapter 201: Never Trust a Scheming Human
The chain of light erected by the Darble World wound around the Directional Misalignnt System, bounding it. As it didn’t have much ntal Energy remaining, it wasn’t able to break free, remaining even more helpless than the Slave Harem System.
“Stop!” It shouted in alarm when a bullet slamd into it, breaking a chunk of its body in the process.
The Directional Misalignnt System looked like a yarn of arrows that was bundled in a ssy arrangent. It was an erratic cluster. There wasn’t just one arrow in it, but rather hundreds, with each seemingly like a different part.
They were disconnected.
The mont Earth began to fire projectiles at it, the cluster of arrows compressed themselves before bursting out, slipping through the confinent as quite a few of them escaped.
Countless tentacles of light appeared from the Darble World as they tried to wrap around the flying arrows while from ti to ti, Earth would blast forth a bullet at an arrow, killing it. But, only one in every twenty bullets hit its target.
After all, the arrows were able to affect trajectories in the direction they pointed at. But, since each arrow was only capable of pointing in a certain direction, as long as the bullet targeted it from a different direction while it was affecting another bullet, it would be destroyed.
Compass Carburettor condensed two Anthozoa in his hands, shooting a flurry of bullets at the arrows, distracting them to affect his bullets when Earth’s bullets destroyed them.
And, when the arrows tried to pierce him, he condensed a film of light before him, expanding it in size to throw the arrows off.
In the world of his mind, he was able to use all the abilities that he possessed. At present, he wasn’t able to use his Darlac because he didn’t have an Armant. But in the world of his mind, he could simply condense one and use it for his attacks.
As long as it was sothing he was capable of doing, he was able to do it here.
But, Compass Carburettor didn’t press forth on his attacks, slowly attacking the arrows. The problem was his insufficient ntal Energy reserves.
As he wasn’t a True System Slayer, he wasn’t able to store ntal Energy in his body. All he possessed were those that he forcefully trapped within his ntal Energy Form. And, it wasn’t much to note about.
So, he primarily relied upon the ntal Energy influx he received from the custors of the café and the internet café that he had worked at for a week.
The amount wasn’t much. And, they weren’t consistent. After all, it wasn’t as if the people would constantly talk about him. Other than being a handso guy that worked at the place, he hadn’t done anything noteworthy.
So, at most, he would be talked about a couple of tis. Or for so that lusted after his appearance, even if they didn’t talk about him, they would at least think about him enough tis, wondering the reason for his disappearance.
And that was the primary source for his ntal Energy. And since he was getting an almost consistent amount per day, he paced himself accordingly, slowly whittling down his opponent while leaving so excess ntal Energy to spare.
What the Directional Misalignnt System was doing now was just a futile effort. Not many arrows escaped from the bindings. And, it was aware that once the dispersed arrows condensed into a cluster, the Darble World would take the chance to bind itself.
Adding that onto the projectile assault by Earth, it wouldn’t be able to redirect all the attacks. So, it was only prolonging its life by trying to fly everywhere it wished within the ntal space.
“Just…let live.” The Directional Misalignnt System shouted in agony, “You can put under your Slave Harem’s influence. But please, allow to survive.”
“You said it before,” Compass Carburettor laughed, “It’ll take a couple of years to put you under its effect. But, I don’t have the leeway of ti, right?”
“Surely your fellow Systems would try to save you by then. After all, you dying here would an a decrease in the opponents Rhizen has to face.” He nailed the point, “And before I manage to put you under my control, you’ll have enough ti to casually connect to the Astral Network and inform them of the situation.”
“No! No! I won’t do that.” The Directional Misalignnt System scread, watching even more of its arrows getting destroyed. “I can use a Skill to vow upon the terms.”
“Leave that aside,” Compass Carburettor shook his head, defending against a couple of arrows that tried to injure him as he spoke, “All you need to do is state the nas of all the Systems that have descended in this world, and the nas of those in your sub-group. Do that, and I’ll set you free.”
“What makes you think I’ll believe you a second ti?” It retorted in anger, looking like he was mocking its intelligence.
“Simple,” He laughed, pointing at the arrows, “Every ti you na a System, I’ll free an arrow from the cluster. Let’s start with those that manage your sub-group.”
“Fine,” Left with no other choice, the Directional Misalignnt System could only agree. It had lost the initiative from the mont it appeared in this ntal space.
“Destiny Luck, level 92.”
“Great.” Compass Carburettor released one arrow from the hold.
“Happy-Go-Lucky, level 88.”
“Continue,” He released one more arrow.
The Directional Misalignnt System then continued to iterate the nas and levels of every System it knew about. After the ones in the group were all nad, it then nad the Systems that had arrived at the world.
Finally, Compass Carburettor frowned, “So, no System from the Luck Genre has entered the world. That’s sad.”
“Of course, if they did that, the Coincidental Luck System would gobble them up. It would only serve to strengthen its powers further.” It replied, noticing that less than twenty arrows were left within the constriction, saying, “Please ask more.”
“Sure, what’s your next plan to target Rhizen?”
“I don’t know.” It replied, “I was only briefed about my plan. And, this is the first ti I am entering this world.”
“Fair enough,” Compass Carburettor laughed when suddenly, a powerful bullet landed on an arrow within the layer of light tentacles, destroying it, causing the Directional Misalignnt System to scream in agony, “Why?”
“Well,” He laughed, “Did your parents never teach you?”
“To never trust a scheming human?”
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