Force from Another World

The white steam around Testom suddenly froze.

The vicious, crazed expression on his face stiffened as he threw a fierce punch.

The strange Home Communicator beside him, which had been making sounds, was smashed into powder with a single blow.

"Your daddy's been right here all along. Come on, trash."

Yet that dry electronic voice sounded again from elsewhere in the living room. It came from a network-connected floating speaker.

A kick swept out with a rush of air, shattering the floating speaker into pieces.

"Damn rat, get out here!"

Testom's voice was filled with boundless killing intent. The other party's insulting words had driven the murderous urge in his heart to its peak.

Yet even now, he had not found the source of that voice!

"Don't waste your effort. You can't kill it... oh, and you can't kill me either."

A faint voice came from in front of Testom.

Mu Fan gripped the assembled Trilateral Javelin in his right hand and slowly pulled his left hand from the pocket at his side. Under Testom's puzzled gaze, he covered his face with it.

When he lowered his hand, a cold, lifeless mask, white as jade, had appeared on Mu Fan's face.

When their gazes met, Testom saw a pair of indifferent black pupils devoid of even the slightest emotion.

Buzz...

With a faint tremble, a strange rushing sound arose. A pale green flash flickered through Mu Fan's right palm.

Then, as if held by magnetic force, the Trilateral Javelin hung upside down beneath his palm and spun into a blur in an instant.

"It? You really do have plenty of secrets... Hm?"

Testom forcefully blinked his left eye. Surprise surfaced in his gaze, only to turn completely into disbelief.

"How did you do that? Who exactly are you?!"

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