He was trapped inside a dark cage.
Icy iron chains bound his hands and feet, while strange, peculiar runes covered his skin, suppressing the energy within his body.
An elder stood outside the cage.
"Xie Yu?"
"I never expected you to catch His attention."
Regret and pity for Xie Yu flickered through the elder's eyes.
"What a shame. You are a very gifted child, but since The One has set His sights on you, I fear this is more disaster than blessing."
"Although you have gained a power that others can only dream of, everything has its pros and cons. You have also lost the potential for greater growth. Until you can master this power, I fear you will have to restrain your own strength."
"Do not use it. Do not try to understand Him. And do not let Him influence or shake you."
"Can you do that, child?"
The elder looked kind and benevolent, yet his words were cold enough.
He believed this was the best decision for a Contract Anomalist.
Xie Yu had once agreed.
He had said that he could do it—suppress his power, repress his emotions, refuse to understand, and keep his heart from wavering.
He would limit his own growth and strength.
All to keep that Evil God firmly imprisoned within his body.
To prevent The One from causing even greater trouble.
At the same time, Xie Yu merely lost the ability to advance to higher levels, in exchange for a certain degree of freedom.
After all, there was nothing wrong with Xie Yu himself. As long as he could endure it, did not violate any fundamental principles, and did not breach the Humanity Code, he could operate within the Aberration Association as an ordinary Contract Anomalist.
Unlike Bai Zuo, who was kept under strict