Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 950 The Insignificant EX Rank

Castanet stared at his arm lying on the ground, feeling nothing at all.

He saw that the others who had rushed over with him were also standing still, without making any move. He wondered: Why aren't these people attacking? What are they doing standing there?!
"Who among you is afraid of death?" Sprite asked, waving his hand lightly. An elder beside him seemed to be struck by an invisible force, falling backward slightly. In the instant he was knocked back, his entire body was sliced ​​into grid-like blocks.

A vast and filthy magical power immediately dissipated, and Castanin immediately recognized that this was not the magical power emitted when using supernatural abilities, but rather the magical power emitted by a corpse upon death.

The elder statesman who was chopped up is dead?!
With the blessing of the underwater magic array, being sliced ​​to pieces meant certain death?

And why didn't the intruder's magical power dissipate when he used his special ability?

Confusion and an indescribable sense of unease tormented Castan. He felt he should do something, but he didn't know what to do. He felt... something was wrong.

“I have no interest in you. Where is the capital of this country?” Sprite said expressionlessly, pointing at Castanin. “You lead the way.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the third elder was also reduced to pieces, and even denser curse power emanated from his corpse, making the air extremely foul and heavy.

The fear of death coiled around Castanin's neck like a cold snake. He said nothing, letting his blank mind control him as he turned around and walked ahead of Sprite toward the shore.

On the lakeshore, the nobles stood with icy expressions. Charles I stared intently at Sprite, who was being led by Castanin and approaching them step by step.

He didn't understand what had happened, why Castanet and the others hadn't launched an attack.
We were already so close!
While Charlie was pondering, the other nobles nearby began to argue.

"Why don't you do it?"

"We're already within the range of your ability, aren't we?"

"You're the one who's talking! Why don't you do it yourself!"

"Damn it! Didn't you see Count Loves is dead?!"

"Does this have anything to do with you not attacking?"

It was then that Charlie suddenly realized something was wrong.

No one... was thinking of launching an attack themselves! They were all stripped of the courage to attack that man!
“I know why,” Charles I said, looking at the others.

……

Far from the battlefield, the upper echelons of Twilight City, along with outsiders, quietly watched the battle, a scale and level of combat rarely seen in the modern world.

Because of the existence of the Control Bureau, large-scale wars do not normally occur between high-level superhumans. The Control Bureau spares no effort to prevent mass deaths of high-level superhumans in the same location within a short period of time.

A war that gathers so many Level 5 superhumans is truly unprecedented in the world.

Because Level 5 superhumans cause their magical power to dissipate simply by using their abilities, and Level 3 and above superhumans cannot stop absorbing external magical power, when a large group of Level 5 superhumans gather together, it's like a pile of flammable and explosive chemical substances; if one is not careful, a mutation reaction will occur.

Even the extraordinary individuals of the 16th century understood this principle, which is why these modern observers were curious about what drove these top 16th-century warriors to gather here, risking alienation, madness, and death.

“There must be quite a few of them above level five, right? With so many of them dying here, could we create an EX-level anomaly?” Flandre asked. Edward: “There will be one.”

Flandre was taken aback by his words. When she understood what Edward was saying, she snapped back to reality and looked at his face in astonishment: "What?...Really?!"

Edward smiled and nodded: "Really, I think this result is also a surprise to the Bureau of Control. They probably didn't know they would create such an EX-level monster."

"How did you know that?" Flandre blinked curiously.

"Because I am an investigator, the job of an investigator is to collect detailed intelligence and obtain more secret and important intelligence based on reasonable reasoning. I only need to be responsible for the investigation, but the control bureau has a lot more to do, so they often don't notice useless details."

"Is an EX-level anomaly considered a minor detail? I don't believe it."

"The world is complex, and the information people know is less than a drop in the ocean compared to what has happened. Therefore, 'unexpected' things permeate everyone's life like air."

So, given how many unexpected events occur in everyone's life, it's reasonable to view history as the result of a series of consecutive unexpected events. Did you see that person?

Edward stretched out his hand and pointed to an inconspicuous figure in the crowd on the lake shore—a young man wearing a sky-blue cloak.

"The man in the blue cloak is called Darby. In history, he was a nobleman who was soft-hearted, extremely greedy, and morally depraved. He was exceptionally talented but had no sense of family honor and had no bottom line. He did many absurd things and was eventually killed by an ordinary blood hunter for no apparent reason."

"What's wrong? Is this person special?"

"He was quite special, but his specialness was not revealed before his death, so his name is only recorded in the family genealogy. The story I just described about him was recorded by a historian in the 17th century, corresponding to the third branch, in a soon-to-be-extinct historical record."

Because that history book was written by the inhabitants of the old history in the cycle of history, it will disappear forever after the cycle resets every few years.

The author who wrote this book recorded what happened during the second cycle of this bloody dynasty. In other words, it is something that is now completely unrecorded, leaving no trace. It simply happened.

This man named Darby has a terrible personality, character, and abilities. His only special trait is that his magical power is extremely chaotic, allowing him to absorb the vast majority of magical power. His desires are mixed and intense, like a hedonistic patient without perseverance.

From the perspective of his personal life, he has no value. But if you treat him as a sacrifice, then he is quite special... a vessel that can absorb all sorts of messy desires, with such a weak ego, it is inevitable that he will be alienated into a monster.

In a normal era, even if he were to become a monster one day, he would only be killed by his own people or blood hunters. But things are different now. Even if this history were to repeat itself ten times, such a suitable opportunity might not appear again.

With so many Level 5 superhumans, it's likely that only Rosa could have gotten these dukes and earls to appear in the same place, let alone fight side by side to the death.

But now this has actually happened, and their deaths here are inevitable. I can't even imagine what kind of bizarre thing such a filthy and immense cursed power will ultimately brew.

Flandre gasped, and the smile on her face vanished.

"The Control Bureau didn't know about this either?"

Edward smiled easily: "Don't be nervous. In any other situation, this would be an extremely dangerous anomaly, but this is in the loop of history."

(End of this chapter)