Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 405 The True Power Channel
"This one hurts a little..."

Yan slowly crawled out of the ravine in the orchard.

He looked disheveled, but there were no very obvious wounds on his body.

My first thought after standing up was to look for the half-smoked cigarette I had lost, but given the terrible state of the orchard, it seemed unlikely I would find it anytime soon.

Yan didn't hide the anger on his face; he looked up at the person at the back door.
"You're not Enid, where is she?"

"Don't worry, she's asleep."

Enid, standing outside the iron gate, moved with light steps towards Yan, a strange smile on her face revealing the sharp tips of her fangs.
"I thought you would keep hiding forever. Do you know how hard it was for me to find you?"

Its shape changes every two steps it takes.

Now, it has become Emma's appearance.

Then it became Kang.

It turned into Milo again.

When it was about ten steps away from Yan, it transformed into Yan's appearance.

Even Yan's clothes, the mud on his body, and even the slight scratch on his forehead were exactly the same. The difference was that this imitator did not have Yan's black smoke, but he had a half-smoked cigarette on him, unlike the real Yan.

……

It seems that it is trying to create the same power as Yan.

However, the black smoke that appeared at his fingertips dissipated shortly after it emerged, while only the black smoke emanating from Yan's main body continued to swirl around him.

It stared at Yan with a questioning look, as if asking itself:
"You seem to have a familiar scent..."

Yan frowned as he looked at the creature in front of him who looked exactly like him. He lowered his head and sniffed his collar, asking, "Alcohol? Secondhand smoke? Women's perfume?"

“No, none of those.” The Imitator Yan shook its head, looking at the black smoke that was rapidly forming and dissipating in its palm, and said seriously, “Your power system, just like Milo’s, is not within the rules of imitation. Who bestowed this power upon you?”

"Who? Uh... it must come from their parents' good education."

Yan spoke leisurely, pulling his legs out of the muddy orchard, walking onto the road, and shaking off the mud from his body.

He calmly and solemnly repeated the question he had just asked:
"Where's the girl?"

"What? Is she very important to you?"

The imitator Yan showed an interested expression and tilted his head to look at Yan.

It seems to have learned all the characteristics except for the black smoke, even Yan's habitual expressions and body language.

"Let me think. You call yourself the Ripper. No wonder I couldn't find anyone in the entire city of Nanwei. I should have realized it was you... Hmm, you have an evil aura about you, a characteristic that can still be called evil even in the Dominator sequence... How interesting."

Aren't you going to answer?

Yan also tilted his head to look at the other person.

"Answer what?"

"That's okay."

……

BANG!!!!

Without any warning or indication, a strange power swept out instantly.

Thick black smoke.

A terrible gale.

The entire orchard—no, everything within a radius of over two hundred meters centered on the orchard—was destroyed. Half of the buildings at the Dulle Manor were crushed.

……

After the billowing dust gradually settled, slow, leisurely applause rang out from the eye of the storm.

Snap—Snap—Snap…

"Impressive, impressive. Your pure power has reached this level. Perhaps I should be glad I didn't cause you trouble too soon. If it were me last week, you might have crushed me on the spot."

After the entire area was razed to the ground.

The two Yan figures at the eye of the storm remained standing.

They were completely unharmed, not even their clothes were damaged.

And they were both quite surprised.

The imitators were astonished by the immense power Yan unleashed.

Yan was surprised that his attack methods had no effect whatsoever.

……

The entire area looked as if it had been plowed through; everything on the surface had been reduced to fragments, and the ground beneath their feet had been lowered by several tens of centimeters.

However, this had no impact on the standoff.

"You're not a psychic; to be precise, you're still within the human realm, which is strange..."

The imitator seems to be scrutinizing every detail of Yan, trying to see through him.

"Oh, I know, no wonder you have a familiar scent, but... I can't quite figure out what that scent is coming from yet."

"Someone has chosen you, hasn't they? Chosen you as their messenger?"

"But he didn't leave any trace, or rather, you erased it yourself..."

"Hmm—the worst-case scenario is that you're no longer the original human you were, nor were you chosen as an emissary, but rather an incarnation of some god. I can't be that unlucky, can I?"

"What do you mean? Give me a straight answer. If it is confirmed to be an incarnation, I will turn around and leave immediately, and will not bother you any further."

...The imitator's series of nonsense only earned him one sentence from Yan:
Why do you talk so much nonsense?

Upon hearing this, the imitator couldn't help but show an embarrassed expression, touching its forehead: "A familiar comment."

It chuckled twice and then flipped its palm over.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The destroyed ground, roads, orchards, and the manor buildings behind them were restored to their original state almost instantly.

Even Yan began to doubt whether the storm he had just created had actually occurred.

Because it was only a momentary daze, when I came to my senses I found that the orchard was still the same orchard, the road was still the same road, the carcasses of wild animals were still on the road, the chain was still hanging on the iron fence of the back gate of the manor, and even the chirping of insects could be heard in the surrounding grass...

This…

"I'm very sorry, but I have to maintain a high degree of similarity between this city and its original appearance. It's best to avoid showing any scenes that shouldn't be there, as they might attract attention."

The imitator shook his head, speaking casually.

"Hmm—perhaps you are one of those things that shouldn't exist, but it would be a bit of a shame to just let you disappear like this."

……

Yan's gaze turned serious for the first time.

He felt the pressure, but it wasn't from the other party; rather, it came from his own belated realization.

At this moment, the black smoke swirling around him began to boil again.

Yan hadn't yet figured out what had happened to him, but it was clear that the thing in front of him wasn't the kind of thing like Dila Xiao, and couldn't be easily dealt with.

……

"Again?"

The imitator's face showed a hint of amusement, his gaze fixed coldly on Yan.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than an even more terrifying black storm engulfed everything in the area.

Bang! ! !
This is even more terrifying than the first storm.

The intense buzzing seemed to crush everything in the air.

The terrifying force churned for nearly three minutes before subsiding.

But the moment the smoke cleared, the scene that came into Yan's view made his heart race...

It's back to normal.

Everything that had been destroyed twice has been restored once again without a sound.

Orchards, roads, estates...

……

The imitators, however, remain standing still.

It looked up and took a deep breath of air, then slowly exhaled, its gaze gradually becoming clearer:

"So that's it, it's the aura of chaos. No wonder it felt so familiar... Was it the one who guided you to become its incarnation? If so, this is going to be difficult..."

"But it seems you're not quite familiar with your own power."

"You must already know that the resentment of living beings can become a channel for increasing power, right? I can see that you have tried it many times, but... but you are too cautious. You shouldn't be so cautious."

"Now that you have mastered the source of evil's power, why not simply become evil itself?"

"Unfortunately, I cannot see your soul clearly yet, but I can roughly see that you are purer and clearer than Milo. You are not like him, carrying so many rules and taboos."

"I think perhaps we should join forces?"

"Of course, it's just a suggestion. If you are one of that person's incarnations, then my plan will have failed tonight. But obviously you are not. You are acting according to your own will. However, I can never perfectly replicate the power rules within you. The power order bestowed by that person is above mine."

"What do you think? I'm suggesting we skip unnecessary disputes."

"In exchange, I can show you the way. What do you think, given my limited understanding?"

……

"Who knows what you're talking about?"

Yan shook his head.

This was the first time he had encountered someone who talked even more nonsense than he did; of course, this guy was probably not human.

Yan didn't want to think too much, nor was he bothered to figure out what the other person's riddles meant, because he knew very well that he didn't have much knowledge in his head, and thinking about it would only waste his brain cells.

If one attempt doesn't work, try a second. If the second attempt doesn't work, try an even more drastic approach. There's always a way to shut this annoying guy up.

He clenched his fist.

The next second, even thicker black smoke condensed on the body surface.

Before Yan could make a move, he discovered that the figure in front of him had once again transformed into Enid's appearance.

And he was also holding Yan's notebook in his hand, flipping through it as he spoke to him in a very calm tone:
"Hmm—it seems your general line of thinking is correct, but there's a slight deviation. The gradient of resentment power is indeed that higher-level creatures are stronger than lower-level creatures, but you only got one point right. Blood feuds are indeed the deepest resentment, but the most powerful resentment power needs to come from someone you know well."

"The god who walks in the chaos does not offer you a path, but a choice."

"To gain enough power, the first thing you need to give up is all your emotions."

……

"Let's start with Milo and see what kind of power the resentment of a quasi-Dominator can bring you."

The imitator (Enid) points to herself.

(End of this chapter)