"I'm going to faint... Whoa!"
This was his first time casting the "Deep Sea Secret Art," and it was only the most rudimentary form of the technique.
Yet it brought a massive backlash upon Yu Jing's body. He sprawled inside the bathroom, vomiting nonstop as seawater mixed with octopus tentacles poured from his body.
"This is different from my connections with Yog-Sothoth and Hastur. I only obtained a small amount of power from Deep Sea Cthulhu by killing a deep-sea noble. Casting a skill-type secret art is simply too much for me."
When Yu Jing walked out of the bathroom, the giant had already been completely enslaved and was kneeling before him.
"What's your name?"
"Alfred."
"Are you a foreigner? Are you from the Britain Empire?"
"No. I'm just a Frankenstein, from the Marei Empire. I was created by Dr. Al Orange Alfred. The doctor is dead, and I regained my freedom. While wandering aimlessly, I was taken notice of by the owner of Manufacture Fear Co., Ltd., who had me accompany him to the Chana Empire to establish a company."
"A company founded by someone from the Marei Empire. No wonder this mission involves a commission from Federal America..."
Next, under Yu Jing's complete control, the man revealed everything he knew about the company.
This allowed Yu Jing and Shui Bingmiao to gain a rough understanding of the basic working methods of the staff here, as well as some simple techniques for customizing fear for others.
The man was only a team leader-level employee, so he could provide little information.
"Shui Bingmiao, he's yours. Use him as a breakthrough point and slowly figure out the situation inside the company." Yu Jing handed complete control of the slave over to Shui Bingmiao.
"Okay."
The two did not linger in the