Chapter 142: Death Row Prisoner Out of Control
Han Su suddenly opened his eyes. The burning sensation on his body was rapidly fading.
Looking again, the crowd, the limbs—everything had vanished. The scars on his body that could move were still simply there, unchanged from before.
The polluted state had been lifted.
Yet the shock in Han Su's heart lingered. He could feel the ntal activity in his mind surging, seemingly elevated beyond what it had been during the pollution.
He carefully sensed it and a shock rose within: "My ntal activity increased by 5% during this process..."
Was it the pollution of the painting? Or the burn scars?
Most crucially, Miss Ai had arranged for him to co in contact with this painting, which enhanced his ntal activity. That ntal activity just happened to activate the mysterious power within the burn scar, and that mysterious power severed the pollution—
Wasn't that...
...a little too coincidental?
And also: there was indeed a hidden mysterious power within that scar.
Just the first stage alone had resolved the ancient painting’s pollution. If fully activated, reaching the second-stage application, what effect might it have?
However, to be able to activate it with his ntal activity alone was already rare. Activating the second stage of this scar would likely require leaving the city and using Fisherman’s Chant at full capacity without interference.
...
"Mr. Butcher, can you hear ?"
Just as he was focused in thought, a panicked voice ca through the earpiece, mixed with chaotic static.
Han Su was mildly curious and responded softly, "I can hear. What's the matter?"
"Be careful..."
The Squad Captain imdiately warned: "There’s been an anomaly in the movent pattern of a D7 mber. I ordered him to retreat, but he refused. I fear he..."
"...I need to lock onto them remotely..."
"No good, why is the signal so unstable..."
"Careful, soone has set up a barrier..."
"..."
"Hmm?"
Han Su was slightly startled, and at the next mont, a "swoosh" suddenly sounded before him.
A sharp steel bar pierced through the bookshelf beside him and thrust toward his face.
Han Su’s eyes narrowed. His ntal power suddenly focused on his left hand.
As his hand tingled slightly, in the nick of ti, his left hand reached out and caught the steel bar.
In an instant, his five fingers gripped it like an iron clamp, halting the steel bar infused with imnse strength.
His gaze pierced through the gap in the shelves—and there it was, a tattooed face with ink running down to the chin, bearing a sinister smile: "Little Investigator, tough luck. Soone paid the price of three prostitutes to buy your life!"
It was Jackal!
This D7 mber had appeared without warning and directly attacked.
Han Su gripped the steel bar, preventing Jackal from advancing or retreating, and said coldly, "A D7 attacking an Investigator? You guys really are bold."
"Pent-up rage..."
Jackal giggled: "Besides, soone used No. 12 to promise us—if we take you out, we live."
As his voice dropped, his tone abruptly shifted into a bizarre language—it was Zero Sequence Spell No. 02:
『Respond to My Limbs』.
The mont the spell was uttered, Han Su felt the ntal power in the air surge tangibly. Jackal’s arms seed ten tis stronger, channeling power into the steel bar, pressing it forcefully toward Han Su’s face.
Han Su narrowed his eyes to shield them from the ntally charged wind.
In that instant, he grasped it: who paid such a high price to convince this D7 to attack him?
No. 12 『In the Na of the Crimson Scroll』—a mysterious power, and any utterance beca a binding contract.
"Zero Sequence Spells are that powerful?"
Han Su already knew that standard D7s only learned Zero Sequence spells.
Usually spells like No. 05 『By My Command, Appear in the Light』 and No. 03 『What I Think Becos the Boundary』, used to repel infiltration or attract pollution.
They were treated like consumables—useful and enough.
But as tasks grew complex, D7s could be granted additional spell numbers.
Jackal now was clearly adept with Spell No. 02. Though Han Su also knew this spell, Jackal’s higher ntal activity and sheer strength almost overwheld Han Su’s Cross-Shaped Bronze Scar defense.
That left hand had strength exceeding a thousand pounds...
‘No, it’s normal for him to be this strong...’
A mont of confusion flashed by, then Han Su understood.
These D7s had ntal activity far above his own—so even Zero Sequence spells manifested stronger effects.
The one truly "cheating" was himself.
Only because the Cross-Shaped Bronze Scar had such high status could he match soone with far superior ntal strength.
‘I’m the challenger here?’
Thoughts raced. Han Su could have used Fisherman’s Chant to enhance his left hand—but he didn’t.
Instead, he loosened his grip, let the steel bar fall, then tilted his head, dodging the strike.
“Crash!”
Next instant, Jackal lunged, tearing down the bookshelf. Bottles and jars crashed to the ground. Using the debris as cover, he lunged forward, kneeing toward Han Su’s chest.
His montum was already fierce, and Spell No. 02 enhanced his physique.
Combined, the knee strike was like a charging iron horse—trendous pressure.
But Han Su, cold-eyed, spotted a cold glint in the corner of his eye. Another attacker slashed from the side toward his neck.
Sawtooth!
The two ford a pincer, trapping Han Su in a corner.
“You all...”
Facing the pair, Han Su’s gaze chilled. He silently recited Spell No. 01: 『I Shall Enter the Abyss』.
He didn’t use Fisherman’s Chant—but now with heightened ntal activity, he seed to vanish in a blink.
The attackers faltered montarily.
Then, Sawtooth’s ears twitched wildly. He suddenly slashed to his right.
He had used Spell No. 07: 『I Am the Night Itself』, hearing Han Su’s position from the storage room’s shadows.
Jackal, still airborne, twisted his body mid-air and stomped toward the sa location.
But in that instant, Han Su’s left hand flashed like lightning. He grabbed Sawtooth’s dagger-wielding wrist and yanked him into the path.
*Crack!* Jackal’s kick landed squarely on Sawtooth, bones audibly cracking. Realizing he hit the wrong target, Jackal didn’t stop—he drove the force deeper, raising the steel bar overhead.
Yet once Han Su moved, he was like lightning. He shifted Sawtooth’s body aside and pulled back his left fist.
ntal power surged into the fist. The Cross-Shaped Bronze Scar erged on his hand.
The power of bronze reached its peak. He slamd his fist hard into Sawtooth’s back.
*Crackle!*
The punch landed on Sawtooth’s spine, shattering vertebrae and his whole skeleton.
The force sent both Sawtooth and Jackal flying. They smashed through shelves and bottles, crashing into the wall seven or eight ters away before sliding down.
“Who sent you to attack ?”
Han Su slowly withdrew his clenched left fist, carrying his suitcase as he approached.
“You dare hit my brother?”
Before the two could respond, a furious voice bood at the door—it was Iron Hook.
Seeing Sawtooth’s crushed back, his enraged face twisted like writhing worms. He muttered a bizarre incantation.
A chilling aura filled the air. Illusory skirts fluttered around him.
His body visibly turned translucent—not invisible, but halfway between existence and nonexistence.
His complexion turned iron-blue, bloodless.
The voice that ca from his mouth gradually turned shrill, as if a female ghost had taken over his body.
That ghostly woman possessed him, imbuing him with terrifying malice.
“Sequence Two: Banshee?”
Seeing this, Han Su’s expression tightened.
One of the Disaster Managent Bureau’s three great Sequences—and he hadn't even picked one yet, while this D7 had already manifested it?
At the sa ti, Sawtooth and Jackal, crushed against the wall, struggled to rise.
Their injuries were dire, yet both chanted eerie spells:
『Devil’s Kiss!』
『...』
A Zero Sequence spell capable of healing serious injuries—though with a steep cost.
As they recited it, Sawtooth’s broken spine slowly realigned, torn flesh nded, and blood drawn from their lips retracted—though not what had hit the ground.
In monts, these grievously wounded n were trying to rise, their eyes filled with malice.
One D7 had shown a Sequence Two power—did the other two as well?
An oppressive, tangible danger lood.
But just before a clash erupted, a sudden *clang-clang-clang* rang out, breaking the heavy atmosphere.
All four turned toward the source—a man with shackles dragging behind him, entering the storage room.
The most dangerous D7 inmate:
The Ripper.
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