"I never wanted to use force..."
Heinz sighed. "It's not because I can't bear to do it. It's because every one of those last guards definitely has a Derivative!"
The Mage Council was an organization that had formed spontaneously in Nutri to suppress Derivatives.
After all these years, even if it only encountered a difficult incident once every few years, it must have accumulated quite a few Derivatives.
Even after eliminating the flashy but useless ones, or those with no combat applications, they would still have at least one or two! That was the Mage Council's ultimate trump card.
Heinz had been asking around about this all along, but he hadn't learned a thing—and had even aroused suspicion.
Just then, several mages fell beside the Golden Door.
Of the two old mages who remained, one had a solemn expression as he put on a pair of black sunglasses!
That's right, sunglasses! The cheap kind you saw everywhere on sunny beaches! Sunglasses that were completely at odds with his temperament!
But in the next instant, Fang Yuan and Heinz both felt their hair stand on end. They rolled behind several obstacles. "A Derivative?!"
Clatter!
The old mage shifted his gaze to the monsters hovering in midair.
At once, one bat monster after another went pop and turned into chunks of strawberry cake, dropping to the ground.
"Mmm, the cream is sweet, and the strawberries are fresh!"
Fang Yuan dabbed some cream beside him and smelled it, feeling utterly speechless. "What is this supposed to be? A cake ray? Anything it looks at turns into cake?"
Some Derivatives had to be said to possess truly bizarre traits, full of unpredictable twists.
"That's right, cake... Even our bodies would meet the same fate if those glasses looked at us!"
Heinz nodded.
His monster