RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 289: Looking For A Solution

Spellbreaker.

Was Leon a witch? No. Were the wind blades spinning around his figure the product of a spell? I wasn't sure.

"What was a spell?"

Unfortunately, I would have to ask a proper source for the answer to that vital question. But for now, my take on Leon's slashing technique was that it wasn't a spell.

I'm sure we all still remember what my one-shot did to Bettany's giant snake.

One pull of my trigger and a monstrous construct of energy that looked like it could swallow a building on its own was defeated.

While deadly and a menace on its own, Spellbreaker had a particular boost against or was a weakness for spells.

Leon's deadly wind blades had me firing shot after shot, and though I couldn't get a proper look at what was going on in his body, judging by the fact that he just stood still as I blasted him, it was clear that whatever technique he had cast didn't allow him to move.

Also, since he didn't switch plans or pull off another technique even as his wind barrier was being eaten away by my shots, it showed that his wind blade technique was either not easily maneuverable, or he just straight-up sucked at using it.

In my opinion, Leon straight-up sucked at fighting.

He thought that just by creating the wind barrier, he would be safe and easily end me. But now look where he was, his body seated on his knees and his head rolling on the floor.

Noooooo!!

No, that wasn't Vicky screaming; it was Hailey who had flipped out.

As for Vicky, who should actually be screaming, considering I had just unloaded a shell in her face, the woman was on the other side of the room, her whole head lodged in the wall, and her body facing upward, hanging just from it.

"She actually survived that," I thought, glancing back at Vicky and taking a few steps backwards, away from Leon's decapitated form.

Rising up from the ground to her full height, Hailey appeared kneeling, steaming tears dropping from her eyes. And from beneath her, though she still maintained her human form, a puddle of red, bubbling fire appeared and quickly began expanding.

"How do I kill these girls?"

With Leon's death having broken Hailey, leaving her on her knees crying, and Vicky, who had her head in the wall, unconscious, this was the perfect time to end both parties. But the problem was, I didn't know how.

I mean, if a shot at point-blank range to the face from my shotgun couldn't end Vicky, then what would?

Let's not even go to Hailey.

"How did they even make you two?" I groaned inwardly, but then paused.

"Say, Hailey… you're not a product of natural evolution, are you?"

Of course, I got no reply from the grieving female.

Imagining girls and boys like Vicky and Hailey running around with indestructible bodies and ridiculous strength made me shiver. Then my attention shifted to the door of the room.

At the moment, there was no one there, no one on the entire 33rd floor, but I knew in about 25 seconds, this was all going to change.

Manpower from both above and below was coming to the floor, and the reason they were coming now, by my guess, was because the other big dogs who resided on the top floor had figured out Leon was dead.

With Echo, I could see them up there, each in lavish, separate rooms, surrounded by guards and discussing amongst themselves.

And while I couldn't hear or make out exactly what was happening, an order from these individuals was the only explanation for why dozens of men, who had been on standby on the stairs and elevators, had suddenly charged forward.

"They know Leon is dead… but that doesn't mean they know who killed him, right?

I mean, sure, I was here and should, by default, be blamed—but what if I wasn't the only other one here?"

Yes. Even if I just took Grace and left, Leon's associates would become aware of my capabilities, and I'd be more aggressively targeted.

What I'll do is have someone else take the blame.

Someone much stronger than me.

Someone who would make people shift their attention from me to him.

With a grin, I stopped moving, there weren't many steps left behind me anyway, and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath, putting my entire focus into my mind, diving into it and appearing in a world filled with an orange-colored sea.

Previously, I hadn't been able to visualise this world, only sense it and then use that to imagine what it looked like.

This world in question was the place where my Psion resided, the place where I pulled my Psion out of, where I created my emotion packages.

The ability to appear in this world had only come to me this morning, after the dance of lightning and thunder in the sky.

In this world, the sky was a bright orange, with orange clouds, and below was an orange sea.

Located deep at the bottom of that sea was a figure.

At this point, all I had to go on were instincts, and I indulged in them.

"Come out."

In the real world, my eyes opened, not more than five seconds having passed and I looked to my left where a buffed male body, nearly seven feet tall with broad shoulders and chest, stood.

The body was bare, without an iota of clothing, just its muscular limbs and after taking a moment to bask in the Psion dispersing from its rosy skin (this energy being my own), I directed my fallen soldier:

"Kill her." I pointed at Hailey's weeping figure.

While the tall male body moved forward, I dived into a link that had popped up between the two of us, searching for information on the abomination I now had under my control.

Because frankly speaking, other than its origin I knew nothing about it.

Not its principles of function.

Not its capabilities.

All I knew was, the bodies of Mike and Bettany had been taken, and then I had been given this.