Randall never even considered complying with the man's demands.
He knew all too well how cunning and treacherous pirates were. It would be a miracle if one actually kept his word in the end.
But what could he do now to dispel this man's ability, or make him willingly release it?
Randall sank into deep thought.
Seeing Randall remain silent, Irush was in no hurry.
He had absolute confidence in his ability. There was only one way to dispel it: he had to release it himself.
There could be no other way.
Let Randall think it over. Only then will he understand despair.
Irush couldn't help sneering. He was just waiting for Randall to get on his knees and beg.
Then he would thoroughly humiliate Randall before making them slaughter one another, letting these Marines die in despair!
Time ticked away, and Irush remained perfectly patient.
At last, Randall raised his head.
Seeing this, Irush flashed a smug smile.
Looks like the brat finally realized he has no choice but to beg me.
Randall spoke.
But what he said was not what Irush had expected.
"Lucky for me, Irush, you let me experience three days in the span of three minutes."
Randall spoke calmly.
He had already found a solution.
"What do you mean? I'm telling you, unless I release my ability myself, it'll stay in effect even if you kill me!"
For some reason, Randall's unusual reaction gave Irush a bad feeling.
Randall had no intention of explaining himself to Irush.
As luck would have it, those extra three days had finally allowed Randall to perfect his technique for attacking the mind.
The five senses were controlled by the nervous system, and that was precisely what this technique targeted.
Randall took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.
Waves