The book containing the Mystic Art [Distortion] was a handwritten copy.
Judging by the handwriting in the other books he had skimmed earlier, Glaster had copied it himself-or, more precisely, written it out after committing it to memory.
Before his ego had gotten out of hand, Glaster had been quite cautious.
The Mystic Art [Distortion] in Arthur's hands was a perfect example.
Not only had Glaster copied it twice, he had also filled in omissions and corrected errors between the lines.
That made it easier for Arthur to memorize.
After two quick readings, Arthur had memorized fifty or sixty percent of it.
He immediately gained a rough understanding of the Mystic Art [Distortion]-
Create an anchor of life or death that belongs to you, then use an external force to construct a corresponding point. When the two points align, distortion occurs.
It can distort not only the perceptions of living beings between the two points, but, depending on the anchor's level, their personalities, strength, and even...
Sex?!
Whoa!
Just as Arthur had guessed earlier, nothing produced a greater change than a shift between life and death, or better suited the nature of distortion.
Even so, as he learned more, Arthur sucked in a sharp breath.
It could even distort someone's sex?
Arthur had never expected that.
But on second thought, when life and death were involved, sex hardly seemed that important.
Hmm, that makes sense.
At least, according to this description, if I use my Death Talent's level as the anchor... I should be able to pull it off!
Arthur instinctively imagined turning his male enemies into women with [Distortion], then making them suffer period cramps.
If they were women, he would turn them into men and let them discover what a real pain in the balls felt like.
And