My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 464 - 281: Interrogating Julius, The Undercover’s Na

Dead silence, dark, pitch-black, the basent is empty and desolate, the glaring white fluorescent lights flicker on and off. Insects crawl in and out of the sewer opening, making rustling sounds.

And at this mont, a tall and slender shadow hangs upside down from the ceiling.

Holding a comic book in his left hand, a restraint belt extends from his right sleeve, tightly binding the old man in a tattered officer’s uniform, wrapping around his body, then almost word by word, he asks:

"Mr. Julius, could you tell ... where is the base of the Salvation Society?"

The words end. The clear sentences bring forth a brief silence. Death-like silence gradually fills the air of the basent, the insects entirely crawl into the sewer holes, leaving the only sound being the hum of the exhaust fan.

With nothing else to do, Black Cocoon launches "Restraint Detection" and glances at the opponent’s attributes.

[Condition t: Touch the target’s body, passive skill activated - "Restraint Detection".]

[Target Gender: Male]

[Target Attributes: Power: S ; Speed: S ; Spirit: S]

[Extraordinary Species: Superpower User]

[Superpower: Manipulation of rock and stone, unable to create from thin air, must extract from surrounding environnt.]

"So this is the standard attribute for Catastrophe Level?" Black Cocoon raised an eyebrow.

He thought, "Julius is a leader among Catastrophe-levels, his peak single combat ability can probably be compared with mbers of Lake Hunting, so his attributes should be slightly higher than usual Catastrophe-level... This way, my machine’s attributes are not far from the Catastrophe Level standard either."

Black Cocoon looked up. Even under the pressure of Restraint Truth, Julius had little reaction, only slightly furrowing his brows, veins bulging on his forehead—this was due to Julius having extrely high spiritual power, temporarily resisting the effect of Restraint Truth.

But from the observation of Restraint Sensing, it seed Julius couldn’t hold on much longer. His brain was like a computer slowly booting up, stuck on the password entry screen.

And Restraint Truth was like a hacker, continually trying various passwords, attempting to awaken this slumbering system, to spy on the data within its disks.

This process requires ti. After all, Julius is a mighty S-level Spirit Attribute user; his defense chanism is not easily penetrated.

However, Black Cocoon is very patient, anyway, temporarily having no other tasks at hand, plenty of ti to wear the opponent down.

He suddenly shook his head and sighed, casually placing down the not so readable "Abyss of Youth" onto the ground, then turned to another borrowed comic book "Octopus’s Original Sin."

Both of these comic books were recomnded by the comic store owner, now it seems sowhat suspiciously like malicious retaliation.

He thus watched the comic, quietly waited for a while, then slightly narrowed his eyes.

Finally seeing Julius show a trace of reaction. The old man’s lips suddenly moved slightly.

The officer spoke hoarsely: "I... don’t know."

"Don’t know? How can you not know? Aren’t you with the Salvation Society?"

The officer remained silent.

Black Cocoon thought, "Then where was the first contact between you and the Salvation Society? In what manner did they contact you?"

"I don’t know, Salvation Society... Salvation Society, don’t know. Can’t... can’t be the Salvation Society?"

"How did you previously go to the Salvation Society’s base then? Did they blindfold you with a cloth?"

"I can’t say... I can’t say, I can’t say!" Julius suddenly scread, his body convulsed violently as if an epileptic patient, his pupils spilled terrifying threads of blood, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

Through feedback of Restraint Sensing, Black Cocoon realized the situation was becoming dire.

Julius seems to be experiencing symptoms akin to the day on the train with Red Traffic Lights—he is facing ntal death, a fate distinct from physical death, void, filled with terror, leaving an empty shell upon brain death.

This is undoubtedly the ntor’s handiwork. Currently, Black Cocoon only knows of two Spiritual superpower users within the Salvation Society, one being the ntor, the other Kong Youling.

Apart from the ntor, no other possibility exists. Last ti’s Red Traffic Lights incident precisely verified this point.

"Must hurry... must extract sothing before Julius completely succumbs to ntal death." Black Cocoon squinted, his thoughts chaotic, "But what can I ask? He’s already been implanted with a ntal imprint by the ntor. The ntor is ruthless... will he spare no one who has co into contact? Or perhaps... is this a rigid rule of the Salvation Society, and Julius tacitly accepted this point?"

During the prior probing, he seems to have realized one thing: whenever "Salvation Society" is ntioned, Julius simply won’t respond, or rather, "can’t respond."

Undoubtedly, this is the effect of the ntor’s ntal imprint.

If it were soone like Red Traffic Lights, a Dragon-level superpower user, they would have already succumbed to ntal death.

But Julius is different. He’s an old Catastrophe-level superpower user, his spiritual fortitude naturally far exceeds the norm, evidenced by the attributes detected by "Restraint Detection".

"Even so, in this situation where he’s lost the ability to think, if I phrase my questions to avoid the phrase ’Salvation Society’, I might bypass the ntor’s ntal imprint, extracting so crucial intelligence."