[Yet when the dark red magma, hot enough to vaporize steel instantly, came within an inch of your back, it seemed to strike an invisible sigh it could never cross.]
[Raging flames rampaged behind you, scorching the surrounding air until it warped violently and instantly evaporating even the muddy water beneath your feet.]
[But this seemingly inescapable, lethal attack from behind failed to leave so much as a scorch mark on the hem of your dark uniform.]
[You still held your cigarette-lighting pose, without even turning your head.]
[Under the absolute conceptual protection of "Limitless," you had activated an omnidirectional spatial defense.]
[Feeling the futile, frenzied burning behind you, your black eyes hidden behind your lenses showed an exceedingly rare flicker of a cold emotion resembling "gratification."]
[You silently assessed him in your heart: at least this proved that Jogo, that idiot with a head full of lava, still had a pitiful scrap of brains; he knew to think, to test whether this bizarre defense existed only at the front.]
[But for a special grade cursed spirit, that seemed to be the extent of his intelligence.]
[As though an invisible pocket watch had been pressed deep within your brain, you activated "Time Perception Expansion" at that moment.]
[The entire world stretched out and froze in your perception.]
[The erupting magma, the falling volcanic ash, even the entertained smile that had yet to fully bloom in Kenjaku's eyes all became exceedingly slow, as though sealed in thick amber.]
[Within this "bullet time" forcibly squeezed out by burdening your brain, the instant you confirmed that Jogo's sneak attack had run out of momentum and had nothing left to follow it, your brain began a terrifying series of multithreaded microadjustments.]
[Without hesitation, you stopped maintaining "Limitless."]
[Like precisely meshing gears, your innate cursed