Not a big shot, but a rookie possessed by one?
The Reincarnators looked strange. Thinking about it, that really might be the case. Otherwise, there was no way to explain why Russell was so powerful.
Reason told them that was the truth, but they still felt suspicious.
Could the big shot be pretending to be a rookie?
Should they test it?
Considering that testing it might mean dying, the Reincarnators stayed perfectly still and frantically exchanged glances with the people around them.
Since everyone was exchanging glances, no one was willing to step forward. After silently committing Russell's face to memory, they vanished into the darkness in small groups.
In a world shrouded in white fog, ordinary people would instinctively huddle together for warmth, but Reincarnators would never do that. Only by standing behind others did they feel safe.
An occupational disease. Diagnosis: Lord God!
Russell shrugged and walked toward Unit-01. Although the Reincarnators had seen him clearly, he dared to guarantee that within five minutes, this bunch would forget what he looked like.
Beside Unit-01, several dozen Reincarnators lay obediently on the ground. Their memories of being inside that mass of flesh were extremely unpleasant. They needed some quiet time before they could regain their confidence in being human.
Crack!!
Without Russell making any visible move, Unit-01's cockpit popped open on its own. After Russell pulled out six unlucky people, Unit-01 automatically transformed into Capsule Corp technology.
As for the Spear of Longinus, Russell thought for a moment, then waved his hand and dispersed it.
"Hey, a new world is here. How long are you planning to keep lying there?"
Russell patted their faces one by one. They could not be bothered to move, sprawled on the ground as if nothing mattered anymore.
Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!!
A psychic shockwave