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"I understand, your feature is very useful."
"So anyone who has enough power to make others submit can survive."
Even if she's a madwoman spouting nonsense.
"Fear is a very effective motivator for humans."
"Imagine you survive a catastrophe; would you be grateful to have lived another day, or would you be heartbroken by your own powerlessness and weakness?"
"Okay, actually, neither of you will face either of these options."
"Because you have always been nothing but trash."
On the wasteland.
Hamilton, who had just said he wanted to test Hera's secrets, suddenly withdrew his hand, stood up again, said some inexplicable things, and took a deep breath for a while.
"call……"
He hadn't experienced "injury" in a long time, so his current reaction was understandable.
Then Hamilton waved to Zelda and said in a flat tone, "I'm in a good mood right now, get me a cigar."
When the boss speaks, what right do the juniors have to disagree?
Zelda didn't react with surprise. She simply ran over, took out her cigar box, handed one over, and even removed the end to light it for Hamilton.
"Phew—thank you." Hamilton took a deep drag, a rather satisfied look on his face, and even thanked him.
This terrified Zelda, who quickly waved her hand, indicating that he shouldn't do such a thing, or he would be in serious trouble.
But from the moment Hamilton made contact with Hera, one person's expression turned strange.
Mikron wasn't particularly afraid. As an operative used as a scapegoat by Eoubs, he had already given his life in various control missions. He was just surprised by what he "saw".
As mentioned earlier, this guy's special ability is to preemptively remove someone from their death zone, including but not limited to observation, turning around, and mitigation.
Against higher-ranking operatives, this trait is indeed useless in terms of collateral damage. Just like when he observed Hera up close, he couldn't see any signs of a fatality point; it was a complete waste of time.
But for others... it's a different story.
The reason Mikron noticed something was wrong was because, in that brief moment, he saw that the combatants' death points had occurred earlier than he could control, and their methods of death were remarkably consistent.
Don't overthink it, you didn't see it wrong.
After puffing on his cigarette for a while, Hamilton looked over as if he had read his mind, and said in an extremely casual tone, "Now that things have come to this, you scum have at least shown some value."
"As for those useless people who need implants to grow... it's better if they're dead."
"After all, such a large quantity of material cannot be used solely on garbage."
"Even with the overall strength of a B-level operative, trash is still trash, and his status won't change much."
When he said the word "trash," he pointed to the rest of the cigar, which was still half-eaten, towards the rest of the convoy, clearly referring to them.
It was like being attacked by a boss who started spewing insults without any explanation in the workplace. Even if these combatants had a million curses in their hearts, they dared not say anything. They just lowered their heads, pretended not to hear, and prayed that this demon would stop putting pressure on them.
"As for you."
"A woman with conceptual characteristics."
“You bitch…you insane madman,” Hamilton said, then suddenly laughed. “Heh…if I had the chance, I’d like to go see Sunset Hill.”
"After all, I'm really curious about what kind of hell could create a monster like you, and even imprison Roy Anderson, one of the nodes."
Hera's eyes regained some clarity, as if she had just emerged from some kind of dream. It took her a moment to distinguish between reality and illusion before she turned her head to look at Hamilton.
"Please stop making those 'useless person' and 'trash' comments in the future."
"Fear is indeed the most effective catalyst."
"But not everyone can benefit from this evolution—like those pitiful people behind you who have experienced such tragic experiences."
"They just haven't found a good opportunity yet."
"Like the chasm between you and me, looking at the entire Mirror of Eternal Dreams, you may be considered invincible, but you can never kill me."
"And if I want to destroy you... all it takes is paying a price."
Hera stared straight at Hamilton as she spoke, her words seemingly calm and collected, despite their wildly absurd content. Yet, her words carried a chilling undertone.
Most of the time, she was incoherent and rambling, completely unlike a normal BO1. But in certain dangerous moments, she was remarkably calm and rational—as if only in those brief instants could her attention be focused, transforming her into a lucid yet deadly weapon.
Hamilton showed no signs of anger.
Because what she said was true.
That characteristic, known as "imperfectionism," means that while the outcome of one's wishes may never be the best, it at least ensures one's survival.
No one can easily break this conceptual ability, which is comparable to the Supreme God's Speed.
At least... Hamilton can't do that right now—if the two really go to war at some point in the future, the end result will only be that he will be worn down until he loses the power to activate his special ability.
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