Psychokinetic Eyeball Pulling

Chapter 116: Lord Sinwen's Might, and Disappearance

Somewhere out on the Great Ocean.

Christian Sinwen was blasting over the endless waters. His static electricity enabled him to move on the water as if he was a high powered surfboard. His long, grey coat flapped violently in the wind–along with his medium length golden hair. It was once combed neatly into a side parting, but it was now slicked back from the salt spray of the ocean air.

Not long ago he had finally received the report of the pirate king Darcey’s whereabouts from his team of shadow soldiers. Although, the information was interesting. He didn’t bother hiding himself.

Darcey hadn’t even bothered to use a trace of camouflaging. It could only mean three things to Christian.

Firstly, the pirate king had supreme confidence in his ability to fight him, which he found utterly laughable.

Secondly, he would attempt to talk his way out of it with a deal–something he couldn’t refuse, or maybe he had a way to worm his way out of confrontation? Such a thing wasn’t possible.

Lastly, it was a trap. Well, it was obvious. But he was certainly interested in who was involved. Was it a ploy from nobles to gain his position, a joint effort from various pirate kings, or the masked zealots?

Whatever it was, he welcomed it.

An enormous vessel entered his vision. It was a cargo ship that was repurposed for long life out at sea. Houses were built on top and gardens filled a lot of the land–much like HMS Rebirth, just on a far smaller scale.

Alongside it floated numerous other ships coated in black paint that were chained to the cargo vessel as if it was the main hub.

Seems like Darcey has been busy. Christian thought.

He didn’t recognise the other smaller ships. Maybe they acted as a winch to pull the main hub, or they were travelling merchant ships–which he doubted was the case. But it mattered not.

Lord Sinwen wasn’t here to admire the expansion, nor did he care. Whether it was a ploy from Darcey, or Prince had done what he did of his own volition. No, he was here to kill.

Christian blasted toward the vessel and landed on a wide open area where people surrounded him on all sides. He gazed at a man that stood head and shoulders above the rest of the people here.

The man held a wickedness within his eyes that was impossible to hide away. He twirled his long moustache upward as the once grey was seeped and stained in a dark red that was borderline brown, if not for the wetness to it. But it wasn’t the blood stains on his moustache that grabbed his attention, but the eyes.

He remembered the report on the day of the auction assault as clear as yesterday. The commonality between the terrorists was not the robes, or masks–but their bloodshot, or different eyes. Astrid was the same.

The forceful extraction of the symbiotes meant that they had less control over it. They were unable to hide the evidence within their eyes. Unlike his daughter who had cleanly assimilated with them.

The secrets of Rebirth… are unravelling. Christian wryly smiled.

“Look at what we have here!” Darcey clapped his hand. “The mighty Spearhead of humanity, oh what an honour it is to share the same air as you.”

Christian sighed in boredom. He urged the lightning that filled his body to eject from his mana container. Instantly, the entire surroundings was filled with a chaotic lightning that sent a rumbling screeching sound in all directions.

The air warped under the power. Darcey’s happy expression was erased as the lightning shot forwards like a primal storm. Within a split second, Darcey and his entire army was erased in the blink of an eye.

The only remains of their existence was a smattering of ashes that was picked up by the wind, and scattered them along the Great Ocean.

You defeated - Darcey Blake, Warrior King - level 182!

Christian grinned as he activated his Domain. The entire world transformed into one that only he could see. Every human being alive held electricity within them, if they didn’t, then they simply wouldn’t be able to walk or function.

Golden currents entered his vision in an enormous circle that travelled a circumference of two miles. They were in the water, and were currently trying to escape. But, although he couldn’t claim to traverse the waters as well as a high tiered water class–there was no need to.

His power of lightning seeped into the ocean, then his strength surged as two golden bolts of electricity coursed through his eyes. Electricity crackled out his finger tips, and entered the ocean.

Just as he was about to expand his power, the figures all leapt out the water at once. Christian chuckled as he felt a heat bubble up within him. It had been too long since he completely let go, just once won’t hurt–right?

With the thought, the lightning around him surged into the skies up above. The sound was a kin to two magnets clanging up against each other, just magnified by hundreds as it boomed against the waves. The air distorted once more as the robed men were erased from existence.

A golden crown hovered over Christians head like a halo as he moved languidly to the last survivor that was stuck in mid-air.

His skin crackled with electricity and the muscles all over his body spasmed–he couldn’t move a finger, let alone anything else as he was suspended in the air.

Christian placed his hands behind his back. “So, not much of a trap, was it?”

“You’re a monster,” The masked man mumbled through gritted teeth. His eyes looked like tiny red snakes that were meandering within.

“I am,” Christian said with rare excitement. “Tell your leader that if he dares attack my daughter again he will face annihilation.”

“Who?” The man cackled. “You have no idea who you are up against, do you?”

“I think you’re mistaken,” Christian said. “I simply do not care who I am up against.”

Christian’s eyes flashed with supreme confidence–and arrogance was displayed grandly within.

“What about the Leviathan?” The man mocked. “There were eyewitnesses all over the top decks. You refused to meet it. Too scared to attack. You hoped and prayed to a false Goddess that it would leave, and luckily it did.”

“Shall I bestow you a glance?” Christian placed his hand upon his head. “What the Leviathan witnessed that day, and why it has not resurfaced since.”

Christian flashed a toothy grin that was eerily similar to Astrid’s own. It was as if they were one as the power surged within Christians mind, then transferred into the robed man.

The world changed and the man gazed upon Christian. He hovered in the air as the golden crown was the only thing visible on his body. The rest of him was shrouded in darkness as golden lightning crackled down in a stream all around him. They covered the entire world, not a single ounce of land was untouched by his cataclysmic lightning.

He was the centre of the universe, he was the apocalypse itself.

“You have no idea who you are up against, do you?” Christian’s repeated the man’s words, yet his voice was like a royal decree. It was unable to be answered, not to be refuted.

They were the words of Lord Sinwen.

Your obsession has reached 62/100.

It was the third time it had gone up in the past two hours. After every battle of pulling out the eyeballs of her enemies, it went up.

Do I really have an obsession with eyeballs? Astrid thought.

You called me pupil…

Yes, it was funny. Now that you are awake, have you remembered any other details about yourself? Where did you come from? How did you get here? Astrid thought. She needed to know more about Pupil, especially since the robed men were after the black blobs.

To an extension, possibly her…

Astrid sat down as the others got to work on the camp. Daniel always wanted to create a small base at the outskirts of the bubble for a place to retreat to if need be. It also provided a quick escape into the ocean.

She never knew when Pupil awakened, so Astrid just had to wait until he…it spoke. Well it sounded like an excitable little boy, just like those from the orphanage. So he it was, then.

I’m sorry Astrid, I don’t know. Astrid could imagine the black blob pouting. I wish I could tell you.

Astrid sighed. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. We’ll just have to try and figure it out on our own.

Yes! We can do it! Pupil thrusted his “hands” into the air.

Astrid got to helping the others with the camp. She created dense walls that would hopefully stop any invaders from entering, just like back when she was in the Voidmare dungeon.

With the camp fully secured, Astrid finished by shrouding it with a wide illusion to notify her if others walked in. If the Seafarers decided to ambush them, they would be able to prepare for any such attack.

Daniel chopped through the dense foliage as they trekked forward. Thankfully, it wasn’t a swamp unlike their first mission together and the ground was solid.

There was one thing that confused her however. Why was Brett, Losef, and Rachelle all excited about this mission? The heat had already made all of her skin sticky to the touch, and the sweat was already pissing her off.

She attempted to cut off the heat somehow, but it didn’t work–no matter how hard she tried. The only reason she could think of as to why she wasn’t able to remove the heat was because the particles were too small for her to currently see.

Although that was just a theory, of course. Whether that was the reason or not needed to be tested. But hopefully once she increased her Wisdom, it would become apparent.

Soon, the buildings jutted out from behind the thick foliage. Some were entwined in jungle vines, reclaimed by nature.

Astrid noticed to the side that there was freshly cut foliage that looked exactly the same as where they had just come from. It was a path carved out by a blade.

“The Seafarers?” Leena mused.

It would make sense. They were the only vessel on the surface.

Daniel walked over to one of the houses and trailed his finger along some of the vines that had been cleared from the doorway. Then, he opened the door as everyone else followed closely behind him.

Bags were laying against the wall, still filled with supplies.

Daniel crouched down at a pot that was standing on top of a metal structure. It was filled with food. The flame underneath was still crackling, but the food had already burnt to a cinder as the smell of charred meat swirled around the room.

“The Seafarers,” Daniel said, “have vanished.”