Brain-Eaters: It's always been me paralyzing others, but now

The sun has actually been reversed.

Asclon Sector, Aquila Port.

On the bridge of the Shadow of the Throne, Nimrod, who commanded the Throne, gathered his thoughts, pressed the Communication Bead, and spoke.

"We will join forces to wipe out the Xenos in the galaxy."

"After that, I will summon you."

"As you wish, my lord," Luther replied.

After the communication was lost, Nimrod noticed that Diana Pauline's chair had not been turned back to face her control panel.

"My lord, we have a clear advantage in the battle, and I hope to join the fight after establishing an advantage in the void."

Nimrod keenly sensed the desire for battle lurking in her tone.

Considering that Diana was already Sequence 6 "Hypnotist" with considerable combat ability, he granted Diana's request.

You can go to the surface.

Diana recalled the Auger Matrix scan results she had just received: some Xenos had landed on the surface while the Imperium warships were still doing their best to defend.

The scan results showed that the intensity of the war was not high, which suited her perfectly.

"As you wish."

The female captain spun her leather seat and turned her control panel around.

She adopts the mindset of an "Spectator," examining the video screen in front of her with a detached perspective.

A few seconds later, she regained her composure and directed the fleet to launch an attack.

Blazing Lance and a rain of light from the Shadow Blaster filled the void, illuminating Aquila Port and shining into the dimly lit Hive City.

The people of Hertford Hive City fled in terror.

Eleven-year-old Pat stumbled and ran through the loading and unloading area, his steps uneven as he fled.

What Affliction him more than hunger and weakness was the color around him.

Red and black filled his eyes.

Countless blinding white lights—each one representing an individual's fear.

The whole city was trembling.

No, the whole world.

A dark light suddenly shone in Pat's eyes.

He immediately took off running in the opposite direction.

Pat had previously seen a dark light, after which his mind went blank and his body stiffened.

If he hadn't recovered his mobility faster than others, and if others hadn't been closer to that evil Xenos, he would already be a corpse, or in an even more tragic situation—enslaved.

Pat sprinted away, his tattered boots, much larger than his feet, now reduced to just a few scraps of faux leather, clinging to his toes.

His feet stung as he stepped onto the cold metal floor of the loading and unloading area.

He bit his dry lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Accompanied by terrified screams, a bloody red light flashed behind Pat. He didn't turn around, but he could see it clearly.

Pat ran a little faster, his desire to survive causing a burst of power within him.

He stumbled and ran wildly.

He stopped walking only when there was no color around him.

Leaning against the cold machine, he took a few quick breaths.

Pat immediately covered his mouth with both hands and looked around warily.

A few seconds later, as if the fog had cleared, he could see the sign above.

He learned more than other workers' children from a young age, and could barely recognize the letters on the paper.

To his surprise, he found himself having crossed the loading and unloading area and reached Docking Bay 36.

Pat felt a sense of alienation and irony; as a dredgesman's son, he would never set foot in this area, not even in his death.

Unexpectedly, due to the Xenos invasion, he actually escaped the cage of his birth.

Pat looked around blankly, and when he saw the burning aircraft, he snapped out of his daze.

[Those fierce guards are gone.]

His eyes suddenly lit up. "Those damned Xenos, they've been here, they won't be coming back."

At least... not today.

As Pat thought of this, his body lost all strength, and he collapsed limply.

He curled up and fell asleep, exhausted.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly frowned.

Black, red, white.

Pat jolted awake, his body instantly drenched in cold sweat.

He sprang to his feet and ran wildly.

Pat heard a piercing screech in the air and immediately rolled to the ground.

He caught a glimpse of an orange figure with a sharp beak stuck in the ground and wings flapping against it.

Pat ran in a panic between the two wreckage planes, the wind whistling overhead.

And then there's the engine humming.

He had no time to think; he was only concerned with saving his life.

A series of thuds rang out as one orange, bird-like creature after another crashed to the ground.

Pat looked up at the sky in astonishment, and then saw fifteen black aircraft descending from the sky.

The airflow from the opening hatch propelled his frail body backward.

He crossed his arms in front of him, staring wide-eyed ahead.

Pat saw a female officer in black armor, her long blonde hair tied up and hanging down her back.

Her blue-green eyes suddenly lit up with gold, and deep within her pupils seemed to be another pair of golden vertical pupils, staring at her.

Pat flinched, pulling his thin, tattered clothes tighter around himself. He felt those sharp golden rays pierce through his body, as if he were seeing light.

"My lord... you..." he cried out, his lips trembling, in the local Low Gothic.

He wanted to say something; it would make him feel better.

Pat's words came to an abrupt halt as he suddenly felt a surge of darkness behind him engulf his surroundings.

He immediately started running in terror, when suddenly he heard a gentle yet powerful voice.

Pat couldn't understand the language, but a voice suddenly flashed through his mind.

Don't panic!

Pat sensed a certain power in the voice; he couldn't understand it, yet he was no longer afraid.

He was no longer afraid and stopped walking.

Pat stared blankly at the dashing female officer as she walked past him toward the eerie alien Xenos.

After "comforting" the boy, Diana approached the Brain-Eaters.

Diana suddenly felt her mind freeze, as layers of gray, lifeless threads appeared one after another.

The Hypnotist's eyes shone with golden light, and she immediately felt her mind clear again.

The Hypnotist's golden eyes narrowed, and Spirituality light shot towards the Brain-Eaters like an arrow.

Knowing that her "Combat Hypnosis" would only last a short time, the "Hypnotist" raised her Archaeotech Pistol as she used her Beyonder Ability.

The Brain-Eaters raised its bent arm, then suddenly lowered it, knocking away a flying machine.

He only realized what was happening when he felt a burning pain in his arm.

The Brain-Eaters glanced at the arm in confusion, when a bright beam of light shot towards it.

The energy beams harvested from the star shot out at the intersection of the vertical beam overhead and the horizontal beam of light.

A fist-sized wound, with disgusting snot dripping onto the ground.

The Brain-Eaters let out a scream. It was always his Neurotoxin that numbed others; this was the first time he had been Paralysis by his own thoughts.

The Brain-Eaters takes a step and raises his arms.

Suddenly, he slipped.

Just as his swaying body regained its footing, another dazzling beam of light shot towards him.

No longer afraid, Pat followed the female officer's figure and looked towards the battlefield.

He was astonished to see that the terrifying Xenos, like those adult drunken workers, staggered and swayed as it walked.

Beams of light blasted at the Xenos's body.

He collapsed.

It crashed to the ground.

Pat stared blankly at the long golden hair and the straight back, and murmured:

Are you... Magician?

Diana heard the boy speaking a local Low Gothic that he couldn't understand. She didn't comprehend it, but as a former "Telepathist," she could guess at the boy's astonishment.

She looked at the Brain-Eaters lying on the ground, feeling a little surprised herself.

Having access to portions of the "Shadow of Order" report, she remembered that only the elite Warrior within the "Shadow of Order" were capable of killing the Brain-Eaters.

She knew this was because the Neurotoxin from the Brain-Eaters wouldn't harm her, given her expertise in the mental realm.

His own "Combat Hypnosis" caused the Brain-Eaters to act abnormally, and the Archaeotech Pistol could inflict sufficient damage.

[I don't have that much time to deal with other enemies who excel in melee combat.]

After calmly reflecting on her situation, Diana was still satisfied with her current combat abilities.

Before meeting Lord Nimrod, I never imagined I would possess such an ability.

Thank you, Lord Nimrod, for bestowing upon me this power.

As Diana was pondering, a gray figure suddenly flashed past her left eye.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked to her left.