Backlund, East Borough.
In the rented house from before, two figures silently took shape in the air.
Stepping onto the old floorboards, Fors let out an almost imperceptible breath.
She looked out the window. Night had already fallen, and the gas streetlamps cast hazy, ambiguous light through their shades. A thin mist drifted through the air, making the view outside difficult to see clearly.
"The two Demigod-level Monsters have been captured. Do you need me to send you back?"
Mr. Chariot's voice brought Fors back to her senses. She hurriedly said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can manage on my own."
"Very well. Then I'll take my leave. Goodbye."
The gentleman vanished from the room in an instant. A gust of wind swept through the house, blowing the windows open with a loud clatter.
Soon, the wind subsided.
That gentleman had left as well.
Only then did Fors collapse onto the sofa.
"Mr. Chariot is truly terrifying."
She recalled what she had experienced in the Spirit World today.
When hunting those two Demigod-level Monsters, Mr. Chariot had used the same method each time.
First, he sealed off the space, leaving the Monsters no chance to escape.
Then, he swept the area with overwhelming firepower, clearing away every obstacle. This included all other Monsters and creatures besides the target.
Finally, he used some method to project the figures of other Beyonders.
What astonished Fors was that even the weakest figures projected by Mr. Chariot were Sequence 4 Demigods!
Then, relying on superior numbers and the coordination of various abilities, he forced the targets into a dead end before controlling them.
Finally, he handed them over to Fors.
"If they hadn't needed to be captured alive, the targets would probably have been cleared away along with everything else during that