assistirfilmes Chapter 369: Where Does Chaos End? (2)
Chapter 369: Where Does Chaos End? (2)
An astral body was fundamentally composed of mana.
Then, one question arose.
Could something be placed in the “empty spaces” within the human body where the composition occurred?
A certain woman conducted an experiment on that idea.
“Professor Do~! I’ve come up with another hypothesis!”
The blue-haired woman, “Docheol,” was a highly inquisitive individual.
“What if we structure the astral body around an object, allowing us to move with the object embedded inside?”
The hypothesis was that during the astral body’s formation, embedding an object within could result in the body being created with the object already inside.
“I tried it myself!”
Docheol boldly experimented on her own body and ultimately succeeded.
“Look! I succeeded! I figured out how to embed objects within the body from the start, rather than inserting them into openings afterward, like with a goblin’s bat!”
“Setting aside the goblin’s bat nonsense for now, what exactly did you do to get so excited?”
“Watch this.”
With one sentence, she demonstrated her new hypothesis.
“Cry, Infernal Devil Blade.”
“!!”
Even I felt a chill down my spine.
She claimed to have drawn inspiration from circus or magic shows where magicians pull long swords from their mouths.
“Once it’s out, you can’t put it back. Retrieving what’s inside is fine, but reinserting it would seem too much like stabbing yourself.”
“I see....”
“But maybe if you pushed it in from below, you could manage to reinsert it!”
“Shut up.”
“So mean. You entertain others when they make jokes like this!”
“Because others don’t make such crude jokes.”
The unique property of astralization that Docheol discovered was soon shared with other executives, which was why Chaos now stored the Phoenix Feather inside her body.
Even so, why did this feel so similar to how smugglers snuck contraband inside their bodies?
“Wherever you’re keeping it, make sure you guard it well, noona. We might need to hand over the genuine article later.”
“Are you seriously planning to sell the real one, not the fake?”
“Yes. It depends on who the buyer is.”
Not all auction participants were bad people.
There might be good people who buy the Phoenix Feather to prevent someone’s death, fearing that a loved one might suddenly die.
“If someone innocent and good spends a fortune on a fake feather, wouldn’t that person—or someone close to them—turn into a demon out of despair?”
“So what are you, not a Goblin but a benevolent ‘Guardian’? Bringing golden treasures to the good and chaos to the wicked?”
“It’s only natural to ensure the product is flawless for honest transactions.”
That was common sense.
“Then what about the fake? Isn’t the one going to auction a counterfeit?”
“Tell good buyers the truth. Say you handed over a fake to avoid theft, and the item you’re giving now is the real one. Warn them to guard it carefully since others will target it.” ????АNoΒƐŠ
Phoenix Feathers weren’t something you left lying around without reason.
Many people coveted them, and those targeting the feather were already scattered across the world.
Rather than aiming for the auction itself,
They aimed for the seller, plotting to steal the feather.
“Let’s go. This place seems dangerous now.”
“Huh? Weren’t you working here?”
“I can always read novels later. Lives are at stake.”
A small sphere rolled toward the bench where we sat.
The blond man, Grand Canyon, lit both hands with flames and hurled them wildly at Desmond.
It was a clear act of villainy to use magic power against a civilian. Naturally, a hero would respond to such villainous behavior.
But what do you do when the person committing villainous acts is a hero? Not just any hero, but an S-class hero active in the United States?
[Stop, Grand Canyon. Any further, and this will be considered villainous behavior.]
Even so, stopping him was necessary.
Attacking an innocent civilian is unacceptable.
“Hah! Communicating with tangerines? Impressive. You really are Master Citrus!”
[I’m Ji Chun-hyang, not Citrus.]
“Same difference!”
Ji Chun-hyang, far away, was fending off Grand Canyon’s attacks by manipulating tangerines near Desmond and sending them flying like magic bullets.
“Sorry, but the compatibility isn’t in your favor!”
However, the tangerine bombs didn’t even reach Grand Canyon’s body.
“Let me show you the flames of this body, the greatest pyrokineticist, the apprentice of Master Phoenix!”
[You’re not an apprentice!]
“Hah! Learning through experience makes me an apprentice!”
Grand Canyon’s entire body was engulfed in roaring flames, evaporating the juice from the tangerines before it could even touch him.
“Do you think mere tangerines can stop me? If you really want to stop me, use durians instead! Flare!!”
[Why is someone called ‘Grand Canyon’ using fire powers?!]
“Because it’s cool!!”
Grand Canyon spread his arms wide and began spinning like a top.
As he spun, the red flames around him swirled into a vortex, burning up all the flying tangerines and surging toward Desmond.
“The Phoenix is America’s hero! The Phoenix Feather belongs to the Phoenix! Therefore, the Phoenix Feather is America’s property!”
“That’s the most absurd logic I’ve ever heard!!”
“Absurd?! I cannot forgive it! As an American, I can’t tolerate someone auctioning off the Phoenix Feather in Korea instead of America! The Phoenix Feather must be America’s resource!”
“In a capitalist world, such claims mean nothing! Damn it, at this rate....”
“The Rider won’t be showing up!”
Whoosh!
Grand Canyon spread his arms even wider, sending streams of flame shooting out in all directions.
“Bringer Salamander!!”
“Ahhh! Attacking civilians, really?!”
“I’m just apprehending someone illegally possessing and attempting to sell an item with unclear ownership! Give me the Phoenix Feather, Desmond, and surrender!”
Bang.
A projectile flew in from afar.
It was unmistakably a mana-concentrated cluster bomb.
“Ugh...!”
Grand Canyon clutched his head and collapsed.
The magic bullet had struck him squarely on the crown, knocking him unconscious.
“W-What in the...?”
Step, step.
A man wearing a mask resembling a mechanical face and draped in a poncho-like garment of green and black approached, leisurely carrying an anti-materiel sniper rifle over his shoulder.
“Who... are you...?”
[Goblin.]
The man who called himself Goblin placed the sniper rifle against the unconscious Grand Canyon’s forehead.
[Villains are for sniping.]
Bang.