Chapter 144: Ghostly Fla
“Big Bro……”
Sawtooth leapt forward and caught Iron Hook’s corpse. Seeing a chunk of his skull missing, it was obvious he was no longer alive.
In a surge of rage, he suddenly hugged Iron Hook’s body and took a bite out of it.
It seed to be so sort of ritual. As he chewed and swallowed the flesh, the stench of blood grew thicker in the air, and his mouth began to visibly deform, cracking open.
It resembled so kind of sea creature—lined with dense, sharp fangs—as he violently launched himself toward Han Su.
From various parts of his body—both jaws, under his ribs, and along his flanks—nurous orifices opened up, expelling foul-slling gas that seed to be laced with venom.
This gas made the already confined chamber reek even more of a blue-grey putrid stench.
Then another person suddenly sprang up—Jackal.
Taking advantage of Sawtooth’s move, he seized Iron Hook’s body, placed one hand on its shoulder, and rapidly chanted a spell. As the air quivered, streaks of blue electricity flashed.
This storage room was littered with relic fragnts, many of which were tallic. Their battle had scattered them everywhere.
As he chanted, scattered screws, nails, even ancient buried wires trembled and rolled toward him, as if drawn by the electric arc.
Under his chanting, they burrowed into Iron Hook’s joints, spine, facial features, even into his shattered skull.
Miraculously, this completely lifeless corpse was stitched and patched back together. And as the spell finished, Iron Hook suddenly opened his eyes. In the remaining intact one, a cold, chilling light burst forth.
At this point, it was hard to tell whether he was a chanical creature or still human.
“Sequence Three [chanical Ghost]!”
“……”
“……”
“So this is the power of the Three Major Sequences?”
Sawtooth, in his sea-beast form, was unexpectedly difficult to handle. His skin had turned smooth and deathly pale, like it was coated in an oily film, making him slippery to the touch.
Even a strike with focused spiritual power from the left hand only inflicted about seventy percent of the intended damage.
If Han Su hadn’t preemptively shot him earlier, wounding him, this would’ve been a much tougher fight.
The worst part—he constantly emitted foul, toxic gas from his pores. It was a neurotoxin, one of the sea-beast's special abilities. While harmless at first, prolonged exposure would begin to affect spiritual strength.
Gradually, the sea-beast would appear more and more beautiful.
When what he saw as a "dugong" turned into a "rmaid," he'd fall completely in love—unable to strike.
After just a few exchanges at close range, Han Su already found Sawtooth looking slightly delicate and charming.
At that mont, Jackal had already completed Iron Hook’s transformation. With a command, the once-dead man dropped to all fours and lunged forward like lightning.
The two brothers—one dead, one alive—had re-ford their deadly partnership.
Nearby, Bowl-Cut Boy slightly lifted his head and moved subtly. Jackal imdiately shouted at him, “What are you standing there for?! Attack! Let’s kill this little Investigator and get outta here!”
Bowl-Cut Boy didn’t move.
“Compared to Zero Sequence, the Three Major Sequences are already turning humans into monsters—but even among monsters, there's a difference…”
Still doubtful, Han Su parried Sawtooth while clashing with the approaching chanical Ghost.
It was impossible to tell whether this monster was flesh or machine. While battling Sawtooth still felt like fighting a strangely pretty creature, chanical Ghost exuded the coldness of a lifeless machine—but with unsettling vitality.
Cold. Rigid. Even capable of releasing electricity…
Having joined the Disaster Managent Bureau and handed out plenty of stun batons himself, Han Su was now on the receiving end for the first ti.
With every exchange, it beca more intolerable.
Relying on his superb agility and reflexes, the three figures clashed repeatedly in the cramped storage room. After a few rounds, Han Su had ford a plan.
His regular spiritual power had been pushed to the limit.
The initial advantage he gained from shooting them earlier was diminishing.
But the three D7 group mbers were growing fiercer thanks to the benefits of the Three Major Sequences or their ntal activity. This forced Han Su to reevaluate the mysterious powers he currently wielded.
Giant’s Eye seed highly effective against summoned projections like Banshees, but was nearly useless against internalized abilities like Sea-Beast and chanical Ghost.
Cross-Shaped Bronze Hand’s first stage gave him a significant edge in physical fights, but its more crucial contamination power couldn’t be utilized in this battle.
Summoning the Ghost Truck? The space was far too small…
In that case…
As the thought flashed by, he felt his spiritual power just barely depleted, but a fresh battery had been charged.
“Then it’s ti!”
He suddenly straightened up and leapt off, running up the wall in quick succession to dodge the tag-team attack from chanical Ghost and Sea-Beast. While in mid-air, he solemnly chanted the Fisherman’s Chant, raising his right hand high.
[Gods descend with their divine decree!]
[…]
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was laser-focused.
Scorching. Boiling!
He felt the spiritual power fully activated by the Fisherman’s Chant, and the burn scars on his body once again ca alive—this ti, even igniting visible flas.
The fire danced wildly, thriving, yet exuded a ghostly, chilling aura.
Compared to his earlier first-stage activation of spiritual power, this chant-based activation was more powerful—and possessed a strange, uncanny vitality.
“Boom!”
As he landed, he finished chanting the Fisherman’s Chant, and slamd his right palm onto the ground.
The fla surged down his arm, erupting across the floor, then leaping toward the chanical Ghost.
“Crackle—”
Sparks flew. The blue arcs on chanical Ghost’s body scrambled and extinguished under the fire’s assault.
His flesh sizzled and charred, with chanical parts dropping off piece by piece.
On the other side, Iron Hook attempted to leap away, but the fla stretched out nearly three ters—still managing to scorch him. Sawtooth wailed in agony.
His face turned red as steam burst from his head like a boiling kettle. Even his eyes seed afla.
“Boom!”
Han Su landed a kick, sending the disintegrating chanical Ghost flying into the wall—breaking in half on impact.
The next instant, his left hand focused with intent. Stepping forward, he reached the howling, squirming Sawtooth, the Cross-Shaped Bronze Scar faintly erging on the back of his hand. Five fingers clutched the creature’s face—crack—half the skull was gone.
“Hm?”
At that mont, Bowl-Cut Boy also noticed the extensive burn scars on Han Su’s body. A flicker crossed his hollow eyes—perhaps signs of thought.
Having drained nearly a full battery to unleash this attack, Han Su retracted his hand, thoughtful:
‘This Ghostly Fla truly has a powerful invasive effect… but I can still only use it through the Fisherman’s Chant…’
‘Which ans, insufficient spiritual activity has beco my biggest shortcoming now?’
‘Without cheating, I’m no match…’
‘……’
“So this is the rookie that woman said pulled strings to get in?”
anwhile, Jackal, realizing things had gone south, wore an expression of sheer terror. He cursed inwardly:
“What kind of newbie has this many tricks up his sleeve?”
With that thought, he sprang up and dashed toward the storage room exit.
Only to find a smiling bald head stepping lightly into his path.
Finally interested in the unfolding chaos—Bowl-Cut Boy.
“Smile your ass, get him—”
Jackal, furious at Bowl-Cut Boy’s smirk, cursed loudly. He raised both hands, blue arcs wrapping around his fingers, and aid for both sides of Bowl-Cut Boy’s temples.
This was another ability of chanical Ghost—biological electricity emitted through all ten fingers, designed to disrupt ntal activity, turning victims into a kind of “bio-machine.”
But Bowl-Cut Boy’s smile didn’t change. Well, it wasn’t a real smile—he never smiled at all. He simply stepped forward.
Jackal’s electrified hands brushed behind Bowl-Cut Boy’s head. He widened his eyes, their noses nearly touching—heart going cold.
Next second, Bowl-Cut Boy slamd his head forward—knocking Jackal to the ground.
As Jackal scread and cursed, Bowl-Cut Boy calmly lifted his foot, hooked the door shut behind him, and slowly walked toward Jackal, tossing a glance at Han Su, tilting his chin.
He signaled for Han Su to kick over the nearby short blade.
What the hell does this guy an?
Didn’t help earlier, now giving orders?
Han Su actually…
…lightly raised his foot and kicked the short blade over.
With both hands cuffed, Bowl-Cut Boy picked up the blade and calmly approached Jackal, who now scread in terror:
“You… you… what are you doing?”
“Ahhh fuck—”
“Help , Investigator! Save —!”
……
Han Su couldn’t bear to watch. He turned his head slightly and asked:
“What… are you doing?”
Bowl-Cut Boy, focused on his task, didn’t look up. He replied softly,
“Hobby.”
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