I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 2: The permanent support and changing C
Wyatt arrived at the activity area, and the prisoners consciously made way for him. They crowded on both sides, cheering and making noises, and from time to time someone would reach out and pat Wyatt on the shoulder.

Approaching the stage, Wyatt took off his gray windbreaker and stepped onto the creaking wooden box ring.

The prisoners' cheers went up a notch; they were delighted with Wyatt's response.

The senior executives who were standing on high places and watching this battle all felt tormented. They were like ants on a hot pan, fearing that something might happen to the newly appointed director at the hands of those ignorant criminals.

Johnson, who was in charge of security, stepped forward and came to Helen's side.

"Adjutant Helen, will the director be in trouble? What position did the director hold in the military? He should be good at fighting."

"The director is a priest, and he was engaged in priest-related work when he was in the military."

"Priest?! How can we let the director fight 107? It takes three knights to suppress 107 when he starts to make trouble. I'm going to take the director off the stage!"

"Wait, Johnson." Helen stopped Johnson who was about to intervene in the competition, "You have never been in the military, so you don't know the director's...reputation in the military."

"What do you mean?"

"Anyway, go get the Holy White Stone now, and have the knights get ready. Also, clear out a confinement room."

Johnson didn't understand why Helen made such arrangements, but since it was an order from his superior, he had no room for disobedience.

Moreover, the need to make such preparations means that something big is going to happen next.

Hopefully, it was Helen's preparation to ensure Wyatt's safety.

The prisoners' cheers continued. 107 on the stage looked at Wyatt's calmness and couldn't help but overestimate him.

Among the seven directors of the four institutes so far, the one in front of him is the first one to stand at the welcome ceremony. Regardless of winning or losing, 107 will have a much better impression of him than the previous directors.

But 107 also knew that the lackeys of these big shots were all of the same character, and they had to be given a good warning.

Because the prisoners were very agitated, Wyatt had to shout at the top of his lungs when communicating with 107, so it was easy for others to hear.

"Hey, new here! You are also a transcendent, right? What's your profession?"

"Priest."

As soon as Wyatt reported his occupation, he was met with a wave of ridicule.

The priest is a profession that provides benefits and dispels negative influences to the target, and has no combat power at all.

As for 107, although she is not a superhuman, because of the evil spirit that has infected her, her physical fitness is not much worse than that of the knights.

In the entire shallow area, no prisoner could last ten rounds in a head-on confrontation with 107.

A priest could probably decide the winner in a split second, so this competition was really boring.

It looks like I won’t have to clean the toilet myself for the next week.

"New guy, don't say I'm bullying you. I can let you choose someone to fight in your place."

"It's okay, let's get started."

"Okay, you've got to clean the toilet!"

107 bent down and pushed off the ground to stand up.

The wooden box under her feet was crushed to pieces, and in the blink of an eye she was in front of Wyatt.

Wyatt twisted his body and leisurely dodged the close contact by moving sideways. His steps were skillful, worthy of being a transcendent who had retired from the military.

107 instantly realized that Wyatt was not as simple as he seemed, at least he didn't know his depth yet.

But what kind of storm can a priest alone stir up? It's nothing more than a late defeat.

107 supported himself with his hands, did a somersault, adjusted his posture, and launched a second charge.

This time, she walked close to the ground and no longer approached Wyatt recklessly, but instead took advantage of the terrain.

She stabbed the crate with her palm, grabbed it and threw it in Wyatt's face, blocking his view.

And 107 took advantage of this opportunity to quietly change direction and prepare to attack from Wyatt's flank.

But she made a mistake that shouldn't have happened.

107 felt his left foot go weak and he lost his balance. He fell heavily on the wooden box and rolled several times before he came to a stop.

With the qualities of a perennial ring champion, 107 stood up quickly. She looked at her left leg in astonishment, having no idea what had just happened.

And Wyatt had already grabbed the wooden box.

107 didn't believe that his weak legs just now were a coincidence, and he loudly questioned Wyatt: "New guy, what did you do!"

"B-4-107, whose real name is Dorothy, is infected with the evil spirit of "evolution", so her physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people."

"Don't give me irrelevant answers!"

"Your fighting style is simply to use your physical advantages. Your skills are still at the street fighting level, so I just used 'healing' to relax your left leg. This can cause you to be temporarily unbalanced. It is difficult for non-professionals to adjust in time."

The explanation was very understated, but only those who had some knowledge of divine arts, or were priests themselves, would know how difficult it was to achieve such a thing.

Casting spells that target a local area rather than an individual is something that only a priest at the level of an archbishop can do.

Helen felt early on that the simple-minded 107 could not defeat Wyatt, and she was worried that Wyatt would go too far.

In Helen's opinion, Wyatt had no idea what was the most terrifying thing about the Fallen Asylum.

"Stop looking down on me! Let me see how many tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Dorothy was a little furious. She hated being teased, and this time she wanted to deal with Wyatt as quickly as possible.

This also allowed her to rarely tap into the potential power within her body.

Wyatt sighed helplessly when he saw this situation. It turned out that all knowledge related to the Fallen should be shared. Those masters kept the relevant knowledge tightly in their hands, which led to the current situation where the Fallen were difficult to manage.

Dorothy, or most of the fallen people, don’t know that overusing their own supernatural powers will really lead to “degeneration”.

Wyatt knew that a true lesson only needed to be learned once to be remembered for a lifetime, but the lesson needed to be serious enough, so he decided to give Dorothy a lesson that would benefit her for a lifetime.

Wyatt looked at Dorothy who was jumping high in the air and released "Strength" on her.

Dorothy felt as if the dam that was blocking her strength had collapsed, and an endless stream of power surged through her body.

She felt she could do anything.

Wyatt quickly took two steps back and left the range that would be affected.

Dorothy punched the ground, and the wooden stage was instantly shattered into sawdust. Even the thick floor that separated the shallow area from the middle area was smashed into spider-web-like cracks.

The wind from the punches made the audience unconsciously raise their arms for protection and it was difficult for them to open their eyes.

This punch even attracted the attention of some prisoners in the deep area.

Dorothy pulled her little fist out of the dent and looked at her handiwork with great joy.

For the first time, she felt extremely powerful and that she could do anything.

It was at this moment that she also felt a sharp pain like her heart was being pierced by a knife.

Something seemed to be growing on Dorothy's back, eager to break out of the shell.

"It's the recurrence of evil spirits. Hurry up and bring the Holy White Stone up! Go and open the confinement room!"

Dorothy collapsed on the ground in agony, clutching her heart which was aching, but her unwillingness to give up prevented her from groaning, and thus she became even more miserable.

The first person to arrive was not the knight equipped with the Holy White Stone, but Wyatt.

He knelt before Dorothy and pulled her into his arms.

Gentler than the knights, and warmer than the cold armor.

Dorothy had been put in solitary confinement because of a relapse of the evil spirit, and she clearly remembered the knights' rude actions.

The shoulder armor made her stomach ache, as if she was not even a prisoner at that time, but just a dirty object that everyone despised, a dangerous object that everyone feared.

But this new director seems completely different.

The holy white light surrounded Wyatt and Dorothy. It was a novel sight, like a miracle, and the believers present spontaneously prayed.

Dorothy's pain was less severe, and her rapid breathing gradually became calmer.

The evil spirit's resurrection ended not as painful as imagined, nor was there the long-term confinement as expected. It was even resolved as soon as it happened.

A priest easily suppressed the resurrection of evil, a crisis that was enough to put the entire Fallen Asylum on high alert.

In serious cases, both the kingdom and the church will be alarmed.

It is no exaggeration to say that no one would protest if such a talent became a cardinal.

(End of this chapter)