The Anomaly Tamer felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
This was the feeling.
Hahaha! Those bosses who usually strutted around so arrogantly now had no choice but to kneel before him humbly, bowing their heads to curry favor with him.
The feeling was addictive.
Ding!
His phone kept vibrating.
He glanced at it briefly. It was the group chat for the Anomaly Tamers he had joined.
He only gave it a cursory look.
Many Anomaly Tamers in the chat were spamming messages about panic, fear, Lord Apostle acting strangely, and so on.
What kind of nonsense was that?
Heh?
Fear?
He was an Anomaly Tamer now!
Feeling the strange anomaly suppressed within his body, radiating baleful energy, his expression twisted.
Suppressing anomalies had never been an easy matter.
The anomaly he had suppressed within his body might not have been high-level, but it still subjected him to constant erosion.
Whenever he felt his body being corroded by anomalous energy, gradually becoming less human, he began to hate his decision to become an Anomaly Tamer all over again.
But since he had already become an Anomaly Tamer, regret was no longer an option.
Anomaly Tamers could only swallow down their worries. Under the anomaly's influence, their temperaments changed drastically, and they made no effort to restrain themselves. Instead, they vented their desires on others.
It was very much a case of, if I can't have it good, neither can you.
The Anomaly Tamer was still drinking and making merry here, bullying men and women.
Then the bar's door was suddenly kicked open.
A group of pale-faced people in black uniforms stormed in.
The Anomaly Tamer was just about to curse at them.
When he was struck head-on.
Those people gave him no explanation at all. They simply raised their hands and