The clever Anomaly Tamers sensed that something was wrong.
They became much more restrained in their actions.
Seeing this, the other Anomaly Tamers also quietly stopped what they were doing.
Most Anomaly Tamers began to settle down.
Only some, already deeply trapped and unable to pull themselves free from power and desire, failed to notice the situation outside at all.
Or rather, they had seen it, but simply did not take it seriously.
Power was intoxicating.
Those who had once been ordinary people, the lowest of the low who had nothing, suddenly found themselves exposed to intoxicating status and authority.
They gained the power to decide others' fates at will, mysterious abilities, and the deference of everyone around them, all of whom had to watch their expressions and act accordingly.
Once they had tasted that feeling, they could no longer stop.
They clutched tightly at the little they had in their hands, indulging in debauchery as they recklessly decided the lives of others wherever their influence reached.
They controlled the lives and deaths of others.
The influence of the anomalous.
The corruption of the mind.
The temptation of power.
All of it dragged their souls into an abyss of darkness.
Their souls and minds had been deeply corrupted, turning them into humanoid anomalies feared by everyone.
"Hahahahaha!"
An Anomaly Tamer sat on the sofa with several sexy beauties in his arms.
As he accepted fruit fed to him by the women, his hands were far from clean as well.
A middle-aged man sat opposite him, his expression tense. "I know I did many wrong things in the past, but my child is innocent. She's still so young."
The Anomaly Tamer wore a disdainful, smug expression. "Heh, you old bastard. It's her honor to marry me. I'm an Anomaly Tamer."
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