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In Old Hou's palm, a small point of white light began to gather, and the entire room slowly darkened, as if all the light was converging in his hand. After two minutes, beads of sweat covered Old Hou's face, yet the light in his hand still refused to take shape.
Frustrated, Zheng Yifan stomped his foot, causing the Vital Energy in the room to rapidly gather around Old Hou. This was a method he had realized while sensing his Character Card the previous night. Clearly, this approach only allowed him to recover a bit faster; he was relying on upgrading his Character Card and the Time-Space Barrier, not on cultivation.
Gradually, the light in front of Old Hou coalesced into a tangible form, revealing a crystal-clear scalpel made entirely of energy. Exhausted, Old Hou sat down heavily on the ground as the scalpel slowly expanded before vanishing without a trace.
"Is this your Superpower? You went through all that effort just to show us a model of a scalpel?" Li Ning couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.
This was even more ridiculous than he had anticipated; there was no such thing as too ridiculous—only more ridiculous. It had no lethal power whatsoever.
"You don't understand! This is a basement; the lighting isn't sufficient. If I were on the surface, I could condense this scalpel in one minute and then use it in battle for five seconds," Old Hou said proudly, puffing out his chest.
"How can you say that? You took a whole minute just to use it for five seconds! Are you kidding me? If I were your opponent, I'd shoot you dead before you could even move. Anyone could take you out like that," Li Ning immediately pointed out his weakness.
Old Hou's face turned as red as a ripe tomato.
"As long as it has great lethality, that's what matters! We're only at First Level Superpower here. Just wait until I advance to Second Tier... uh! When I reach Fifth Level! I'll be able to use it continuously," Old Hou declared fiercely.
"Pfft!" Both Zheng Yifan and Li Ning laughed. Only at Fifth Level could he maintain usage.
The Ice King was impressive enough to rival the lethality of a Fifth-Level Esper, but in reality, he would surely be far inferior to a Fifth-Level Esper.
According to information revealed by Night Demon, reaching Fifth-Level Esper marked a significant leap. Only then could one truly be called a Superpowered Individual. Anything prior was merely child's play.
Zheng Yifan was also preparing for another advancement; he needed less than one hundred thousand Zombie Crystal s. This was considered quite a good harvest from the Han Sui City Gathering Place, as he had cleared out the entire reserve warehouse of Division One.
Unfortunately, many Zombie Crystal s had been wasted by that second-hand Formation Master. He had seen over a hundred Zombie Crystal s arranged on a vacuum cleaner just to test their release speed; that vacuum cleaner could use up all those crystals in no time at all.
Once he reached Fourth Stage, there would be a tremendous leap in strength, allowing him at least to contend with the current Ice King without losing. Of course, they would never have another chance to fight again since the Ice King had vanished completely—there wasn't even a body left behind.
"Boss! You can laugh at me all you want, but you absolutely cannot mock my Superpower! This is an extremely rare and precious High-Level Superpower—Photon Scalpel. It's like winning the lottery for me; I've never had such good luck before," Old Hou said excitedly, his face glowing with enthusiasm.
Zheng Yifan introduced the capabilities of the Photon Scalpel.
This surgical speed, similar to Light Speed, allows for the rapid removal of afflicted areas from patients, enabling wounds to heal at an astonishing rate. Blood vessels do not even rupture, as they are reconnected instantaneously at the moment of severance, seamlessly mending. When used against enemies, it can instantly extract their vital organs without them realizing it.
Its application in coercion is even more remarkable, allowing the tortured target to experience a state of ecstasy while remaining alive, effectively removing their self-defense mechanisms and ensuring that their body never falls into unconsciousness.
Of course, excising intangible entities requires an exceptionally high level of skill. He was not yet capable of this; he could only manage it for five seconds and typically performed surgeries instead. Considerable training time was also necessary.
"Not bad. Keep up the hard work. If you achieve results, you may be prioritized for using the evolved Essence. However, this is contingent upon your contributions to the Gathering Place during this period," Zheng Yifan said seriously.
Old Hou felt an overwhelming excitement within him. The evolved Essence was the best resource in the Gathering Place. Several of his former superiors had already become Second-Stage Espers, and their immense destructive power made him almost envious enough to bleed.
Now, he too had hope for advancement—not through prolonged suffering but through his own efforts combined with a bit of luck to obtain everything he desired.
With this thought in mind, he ominously turned his head to gaze at the young man trapped on the cross ahead.
Gradually, a faint smile crept across his lips.
This smile resembled that of a malevolent spirit, instilling fear in others. Years of honing his torture techniques had allowed Old Hou to emanate a terrifying aura.
"Listen closely, kid. You are now my bargaining chip for advancement; I will not let you go easily. Explain your Superpower in detail and tell me about those dead people—if it's good, the leader might agree to release you; if not..." Old Hou's smile was sinister.
"You'll only get to experience all the torture devices in this room. How about we start with your phalanges? But once we finish with this, your life will be ruined; even a Superpowered Individual would find it hard to recover," Old Hou's chilling voice sent shivers down Zheng Yifan's spine.
"Go ahead! Torture me! Interrogate me! You've taken everything from me—what more do you want? My girlfriend is nothing but skin now; my parents have fallen prey to you beasts. Now you want me to serve you? Not a chance! There's no way! My best friend was tricked into becoming zombie food by you! You think I'll listen to you? Dream on!" The young man shouted fiercely, filled with rage.
His expression was frantic and consumed by madness, as if he had lost control of his sanity.
"Calm down! Relax! Who exactly are you? Why did they eat your parents and skin your girlfriend? Tell us. We come from Hope Gathering Place; do you know Hope Mall?" Zheng Yifan's voice remained calm.
The Vital Energy beside him soothed the body of the young man in front.
With red-rimmed eyes, the boy stared at Zheng Yifan: “Hope Gathering Place? Hope Mall? What the hell is that? Bring out the Night Demon, let those monsters come out. Stop pretending! It’s been 71 days, you’ve kept me locked up here for 71 days. It’s impossible; I will never obey you. Even if you force that devil's blood down my throat, what of it? I can still convert it and expel it. Useless! The only way to end this is to kill me. It’s either you die or I die; there’s no other way! None!”
The boy was still hysterical, but Zheng Yifan managed to glean some information from his outburst. Old Hou looked at Zheng Yifan in surprise, having heard something different.
During the interrogation, this Fellow had done nothing but rave; he hadn’t revealed anything.
But now, he had unleashed his Superpower, capable of converting objects from within his body.
Not expulsion! But conversion—clearly, he could either change the substance itself or move it.
Both abilities were extraordinary. Altering the substance itself could quickly transform the target's appearance, possibly even fundamentally changing it.
As for moving substances, that was even more formidable; he could shift anything’s position at any time, gaining an advantage wherever he went.
However, neither ability seemed suited for combat; it appeared to be a supportive Superpower.
No wonder he was valued so highly and kept here. In the Hope Gathering Place, individuals like him were considered scarce resources.
The boy clearly did not believe Zheng Yifan and harbored significant distrust towards Old Hou.
Yet gradually, inexplicably, his mood calmed down, like a still lake.
After a long while, he slowly said, “Can we talk now? I’ve been locked up here for too long; my head has inevitably gotten a bit muddled. But now it seems I haven’t wasted too much time.”
The boy was frighteningly calm, causing Zheng Yifan to involuntarily think of mental illness.
Even Old Hou looked at him in astonishment, slowly coming to understand. Having been imprisoned in an underground jail for so long, with his entire family killed and eaten, and all his brothers dead—his survival alone was already a testament to his strength.
Having mental health issues is understandable, and it can only be treated slowly over time.
What Zheng Yifan is more curious about now is his Superpower. If he really can transform all matter, that would be absolutely insane.
"You don't need to imagine my Superpower as something perfect. In fact, it's a combat-type Superpower that can be categorized as Superpower-related. It allows me to freely change the form and various attributes, such as strength, toughness, and yield limit, of specified materials I come into contact with, without altering their weight. This is only useful in battle, of course, excluding these handcuffs on my wrists. I have no idea what they are; anyone else can just take a key and unlock them, but I can't," the young man said slowly. His calm demeanor evoked no resentment in anyone present.
Zheng Yifan glanced at the handcuffs and exchanged a look with Li Ning.
He wasn't afraid of the young man across from him turning against them, nor was he worried about a sudden attack. No matter what the opponent's Superpower was, it couldn't change the fact that he was a First-Level Esper, so he felt completely at ease.
In fact, it would be difficult for anyone to escape from Zheng Yifan.
Because Li Ning's Duality could pull him back, making escape impossible.
"It doesn't matter what I used to be called; from now on, I will be known as Deadly Twelve. Including my family and my Brothers, there are a total of twelve Avenge. Whether it's the furious me or the calm me, I cannot forget this deep-seated hatred."
As he spoke, names of his relatives slowly appeared on his arms, etched like ghostly symbols that coiled around him.
They would remain there permanently. Because he only changed the form of his skin, while the scars beneath were everlasting. (To be continued)
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