Sno unusually tossed a coin into the air. The metallic ring of it rubbing against the air was so eye-catching that Jack instinctively turned his gaze toward the coin.
As someone had once said, if a blank sheet of paper was placed before you, your eyes would casually sweep across it. But if there was an ink spot on that sheet, your gaze would focus solely on that spot.
The coin, whose presence had been emphasized by Firm White Same Different, firmly seized Jack's attention. Then, through it, he saw the ceiling, packed densely with a sight straight out of the deepest nightmare—
Hundreds upon thousands of scarlet eyes of varying sizes, constantly writhing.
The instant their gazes met, amid Sno's increasingly brazen, malicious laughter, Jack felt his movements completely locked down.
Those gazes seemed to possess power, crushing him until he could barely breathe, while that white-gloved right hand slowly reached toward him.
Jack, whose mental state had been locked down by 2-031, felt no fear. Yet with every inch that hand drew closer, he could clearly sense himself moving one step nearer to death.
"No, you can't kill me!" Jack shouted, desperately pouring his spirituality into his bracer. He was no stranger to his current condition; this was the fairly basic "Mental Oppression" ability of the Arbiter pathway.
This ability had originally only enhanced one's authority, allowing one to take the lead during interrogations. But at this moment, with countless eyes in the shadows using it simultaneously, it achieved an effect that only near-demigod-level "Intimidation" could possess.
"Don't use such a low-level trick on me. It's meaningless." Sno's white-gloved hand lightly pressed against Jack's chest, tightly gripping the Dragon Tooth deeply embedded there. Heavenly Punishment, switched into its Artisan state, immediately provided the relevant information, allowing him to