Why Suppress Yourself?

Chen Qingcheng: "We can't do that, can we?"

"Although every time an Anomaly Tamer uses their ability, their lifespan decreases, using their ability doesn't exactly count as reducing their lifespan... Damn it, I don't even know what I'm trying to say."

For the first time, Chen Qingcheng regretted zoning out instead of listening when those people at the Bureau of Special Affairs explained courses related to Anomaly Tamers.

Those theories and analyses.

They had once given him a headache.

But now, he desperately wished he could remember them, so he could explain to the other man that blindly suppressing himself would not solve these problems.

Damn brain, remember already!

Chen Qingcheng discovered in despair that the harder he tried to think, the blanker his mind became.

The education he had received in the past had long since become less and less important to him after he became an Anomaly Tamer, until now, his mind was completely empty.

His head was filled only with thoughts of how to kill those Evil Deity believers, who spread everywhere like insects, along with the Evil Deity's servants they summoned.

Every now and then, he also had to deal with the weird that kept emerging endlessly like cockroaches.

Fighting, slaughter, bloodshed, wails.

They filled his mind.

The other Anomaly Tamer also wore a disapproving expression. "Indeed, blindly suppressing yourself is not advisable. In fact, when the Bureau of Special Affairs first researched how to suppress weird, this suggestion was raised as well."

"That was to use the Anomaly Tamer's own emotions to influence the weird inside their body. But an experiment was conducted on an Anomaly Tamer who had committed a capital offense, and the result was that the Anomaly Tamer who had constantly suppressed his emotions ultimately died from his own madness."

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