A Failed Prophecy

Like headless flies, the crowd screamed as they ran wildly in every direction.

The bodyguards looked incomparably tense.

Watching the utterly chaotic scene around him,

Angus Feldgar could not help clicking his tongue.

With only a cursory glance, he estimated that the number of casualties at the scene had to be at least four figures...

That was many times more devastating than most terrorist attacks!

It was only because he had heard Wanwan's whisper that he knew who had made the move.

Otherwise, he would probably have been fleeing in panic like everyone else.

How could he possibly have remained as unhurried as he was now?

Still, as a completely ordinary person, he simply could not understand how Wanwan had done this—silently injuring so many people at once.

All he could do was sigh inwardly that mortals before those transmigrators who wielded Supernatural Power truly were like ants.

They had no power to resist at all.

Moreover, having long grown accustomed to the sharp tongues of reporters and onlookers due to his own outlook and lifestyle, he still had no idea exactly how those people had offended Wanwan, nor did he understand why she had attacked them.

He could only secretly lament that these powerful beings truly were somewhat temperamental...

He did not dare make a sound.

He cowered in the middle of the bodyguards, who feared a terrorist attack.

As for Orsaga, their boss, he still wore that utterly calm expression.

His face was full of indifference.

He was just short of yawning on the spot.

Clearly, he had no intention of interfering with Wanwan's actions, nor could he be bothered to.

Or rather, in his eyes, what she had done was also a kind of amusement.

As casual as squatting by the roadside to watch someone press ants