People who hadn't even dried the rain off themselves weren't fit to hold an umbrella for others. They were lucky if they didn't snatch someone else's.
Han Su understood all too well how awkward his situation was. He had just suffered a major defeat and still hadn't found the key to turning things around. He shouldn't be letting himself get distracted.
But some things had to be dealt with.
Otherwise, one day he might lose the nerve to face all sorts of things.
So, for the first time in his life, he showed no mercy as he struck down an opponent who was clearly weaker than him and whom he had never met before.
His Mental Power swept over them like a vast ocean, crushing everything in its path. Then countless "prisoners," summoned by that power, came charging out from every corner of the secret prison and attacked the guards.
At that moment, he was like a god walking through a prison in chaos.
All he had to do was hold the Emperor's Book, endure its endless pollution, and then awaken even greater Mental Power.
Copper-colored blood surged in every direction. Strange fog descended, and even the Ghost Truck appeared. Its two enormous headlights blazing, it joyfully joined the Anomalous Creatures in their riot, destroying everything in sight as if it belonged there.
"This feeling of euphoria..."
In the midst of this boundless chaos, Han Su could barely suppress the indescribable joy he felt. It was as if a rush of blood had shot straight to his head.
He even felt that, as the Emperor's Book devoured the countless black substances, his own divine substance had grown to its absolute limit.
Yet even after it reached its limit, the book continued to devour the black substances. More Emperor's text appeared,