??Chapter 33: Chapter 31: Spirit Puppet Thread (Seeking more reading, seeking monthly pass)
Chapter 33: Chapter 31: Spirit Puppet Thread (Seeking more reading, seeking monthly pass)
[Spiritual Puppet Thread (Beginner Level 10%): This high-level special series skill allows you to release invisible Spiritual Puppet Threads, which you can use to pierce the bodies of living creatures, release Puppet Curse Threads, infuse different curses, or turn the target into a puppet to manipulate.
The stronger the target, the more Spiritual Puppet Threads you will need to spend.
You can also create special spirit marionettes to control.
Expending a large amount of Spiritual Puppet Thread can create a Fog Crow Puppet to share your vision.
The effective distance of the Spiritual Thread is 80 ters and increases with strength and proficiency.]
This is the high-end special series skill that Gary Smith would get no matter what, even if it ant draining his entire fortune.
It integrates abilities like AOE control, scouting, and cursing.
It’s almost as good as the super-level category.
After digesting it, Little Spider gains abilities similar to those of a Puppet Curse Frog, which includes controlling Spiritual Puppet Threads and turning living creatures into its own puppet.
The prerequisite for a Ghost-face Curse Frog to create a cursed puppet is to consu the target’s internal organs and then use fresh blood and flesh to create cursed blood.
Puppet curse spells are then drawn inside the skin, allowing control.
Typically, this only works on creatures weaker than oneself.
anwhile, the “Spiritual Puppet Thread” skill can condense invisible threads, forcibly turning the target into a string puppet.
Even if the target is powerful, you can briefly control them through this skill, interfering with their actions, or creating a perfect opportunity for a kill.
You can even craft a dedicated puppet for manipulation.
It could be a replica of Little Spider, a sword ghost with sharp blades all over, or even…
A Gundam loaded with hot weapons!
Alert!
Enemy Spider Woman encountered with a Gundam!
Thinking about the stunned look on his opponent’s face when they see the Gundam makes Gary Smith burst into laughter.
However, he’s now so poor that he might have to sell his body to make ends et.
Not to ntion buying a Gundam, he can’t afford even a few bullets.
But as Little Spider’s strength increases, coupled with the support of the Proficiency Template, maybe one day it could spread Spiritual Puppet Thread over a large city, turning millions of people into caged birds, freely manipulating them as puppets.
Like the God of Fate, manipulating the destiny of all things.
Though no one knows how long this will truly take.
At least it is a good starting point.
Thinking about this, Gary Smith also grew curious about the skill’s practical effect, so he said to the Little Spider:
“Craft a Fog Crow Puppet.”
“Ying!”
Little Spider nodded its head, extended its hand, and Spiritual Puppet Threads began to weave together.
It quickly transford into a Fog Crow with glossy black feathers, resting on Gary Smith’s shoulder.
From the outside, there were no differences from an ordinary crow.
The only difference was its pair of deep purple pupils, indifferent and aloof.
“Caw caw!”
The Fog Crow squawked loudly, flapping its wings and flying out the window.
Right then, Gary Smith’s vision was taken over by a ford magic array showing a rapidly elevating view.
This was his first ti experiencing a bird’s-eye view.
Looking down, he saw that the people on the ground had beco as small as ants.
That reminded him, it wasn’t a real crow, just a puppet being controlled.
So he quickly stopped and turned around to return while lowering the Fog Crow’s flight angle, looking down at the ground.
Although it was only nine o’clock, there were already quite a number of pedestrians.
In the community, elderly n in tank tops were playing chess.
On the enthusiastic stalls, there were BeastMasters’ pets of the Feline Clan attracting custors.
A shoe repairer in his forties wiped his hands after finishing a shoe repair, carefully took out his child’s certificate, stroked it with his calloused fingers, his wrinkled face breaking into a happy smile…
It was the sa familiar street and people, but the different perspective brought a different experience.
The Fog Crow stood on a tree branch, quietly enjoying this scene of everyday life.
However, just as it was about to return after getting bored, it suddenly spotted three burly boys beating up a frail figure in a small alley.
Gary Smith furrowed his eyebrows.
He controlled the Fog Crow to draw closer, resting it on a pale stone wall.
The crow’s purple eyes got a clear look at the frail figure.
A skinny little boy, dressed in faded old clothes covered with footprints and dust, was lying on the ground, fiercely protecting a yellow kitten with only three legs, despite being beaten.
It was a disabled Wind Spirit Cat, with elite middle potential of its race.
Its racial skill was Wind Walk, giving itself accelerated speed – it was typical of an assassin type pet beast.
However, losing one foot greatly reduced its potential.
The three boys were getting tired from giving a beating.
One of the two followers, a boy with a shaved head, spat and fud fiercely,
“Hand over the disabled cat quickly, we’re not going to kill it.
It’ll be an honor for it to spar with our boss’s Sand Dune Snake and it may even help it learn survival skills in the wilderness.”
Another follower with squinted eyes echoed, “Our boss’s family has pre-purchased a Sand Dune Snake juvenile, an elite peak of its race, for his early cultivation.
Even though it’s only at the servant beginner level right now, once it matures and awakens its talents, contracts a pet beast, it might be comparable to a Golden Beastmaster.
To have an early head start is sothing a fatherless ordinary family like yours can’t compare to.
Take my advice, it’s not even your pet beast, just a stray cat.
Why are you so determined to protect it?”
The little boy did not respond, only huddling his body more tightly.
This only angered the three boys more for at their age, losing face was more severe than anything else.
Originally, they just wanted a target for practice.
Now, they just wanted to tornt the Wind Spirit Cat to death to prove their dominance.
Sotis, the pure wickedness of children is terrifying!
The leader, a boy with ssy hair, also grew impatient, coldly instructing,
“Really a dumbass.
I’ll give you another chance.
Hand it over and then crawl away, and I’ll spare you.”
“If I crawl…
can you also spare it?” the little boy asked weakly, but his words were exceptionally firm, calming the trembling Wind Spirit Cat.
Gary Smith, controlling the Fog Crow, squinted at the scene, seemingly deep in thought.
“Damn, who do you think you are, bargaining with !”
The ssy-haired boy cursed, directly unzipped his school bag, from which a half-ter long Sandstone Snake with grey rocky scales crept out, its cold gaze and the hissing sounds it made sent shivers down the spine.
The appearance of the Sandstone Snake startled the two followers.
The squinty-eyed boy quickly advised, “Boss, don’t…
don’t do this, it will cause trouble!”
“Yeah, yeah, we can just teach him a lesson ourselves!”
The shaved head boy also wiped the sweat from his forehead, talking nervously.
They followed the leader not because they were stupid, but because they wanted to enjoy so perks and enter the rich kids’ circle, not to go to prison.
Children fighting was normal, but if they used their pet beast to attack others, it was an entirely different matter.
Although their boss’s family was considered wealthy, it would still be helpless against the Alliance.
“Buzz off!”
The ssy-haired leader, already high from the attention, was now infuriated by his followers’ distrust.
He commanded;
“Sandstone Snake, use Tail Whip!”
“Hiss!”
The Sandstone snake, not being able to comprehend the complexities of human society, rely obeyed its young master’s command, lashing its tail out like a whip.
If it hits the target, it can put even full-grown adults in bed for a few days, let alone a skinny little boy.
The little boy lowered his head, his body trembling with fear as he desperately clutched the Wind Spirit cat.
His eyes were dull, filled with resentnt.
If only…
If only he had enough power, he could protect the weak just like the superhero in the stories he admired the most.
If he were knocked back, the Wind Spirit Cat would still be unable to avoid the fate of being tornted.
Thinking of this, the little boy beca even more desperate, quietly bracing for the impending pain.
However, at this very mont, a voice spoke in his heart:
“Do you want to understand the aning of life?”
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