Enforcer Manual
Chapter 931 - 869: Both Teacher and Friend

Chapter 931: Chapter 869: Both Teacher and Friend

When dawn arrived, Vadim had already finished washing up.

Despite not having slept all night, he now felt incredibly alert, rejuvenated in comparison to his earlier cybernetic transplant and the evolution promised by "Blue Eyes".

The 2 seconds brought by the "Overload" system had not disappeared; on top of that, he had gained new powers.

So this was what it felt like to be a Psychic.

Vadim gazed at himself in the mirror, feeling that his vision had cleared up somewhat.

He wondered if it was psychological, but ever since implanting "Overload", whenever he looked in the mirror, he always felt his face was shrouded in a thin mist, which had finally cleared now.

He had never thought that one day he would become a Psychic.

All signs had indicated that Spiritual Energy was an innate talent; most Psychics showed more or less their talents when they were children.

Then, they would receive an acceptance letter from the Purple Wisteria Academy.

Even with talent, they still needed to undergo a long-term "stimulative learning method" to allow their abilities to blossom.

But now, he had become a Psychic overnight.

There were no stimulative tests, nor any theories from the Psychic institution utilized; all he did was "believe" – truly trust, in the words of a middle-aged man, or become his follower.

Even though the middle-aged man was not interested in the name "Vadim" and called him Cricket No. 1, Vadim had grown accustomed to this lifestyle. To him, it was no different from being a guinea pig in military technology, and nowadays, countless people wanted the chance to become "Little Mice" or "Cricket" but never got the opportunity.

And when he stepped out of his temporary residence, the entire District Four appeared transformed in his eyes.

It seemed as though some phantoms overlapped with reality.

Then, the voice of the middle-aged man emerged in his mind, "It’s been a long time since I last returned here."

"You’re familiar with this place?"

"Familiar? Let me think. In their words, this is the place where the Saint Heir was born."

The middle-aged man appeared nostalgic; he paused, then continued, "But actually, this statement isn’t accurate. This isn’t the homeland of the Saint Heir; he was ’invited’ to this city by the Church much later."

Again, that familiar title.

"What exactly is the Saint Heir?"

Vadim couldn’t help but ask.

The last time he asked "Blue Eyes" these questions, he was only told to shut up.

Unlike military technology, the middle-aged man seemed more humane, always maintaining a gentle demeanor toward him, "That brings us to the topic of destiny."

"Destiny?"

"There was a belief that the destiny of every living being was predetermined, and we were no exception. Take you for example, from the moment of your birth, every person you meet, every action you perform, was all predetermined. You were destined to leave District Seventeen, come to this city, and also destined to meet me today. No matter what choices you make, the predetermined outcome can’t be changed... How does that sound? Does it feel like a very despairing world?"

Vadim nodded.

However, he didn’t feel much despair; perhaps he had become accustomed to such a "predetermined" life.

He knew that any member from military technology of the same rank as "Blue Eyes" could easily determine his destiny.

But taking into account the identity of the middle-aged man, he guessed that perhaps for those who sat high above, determining the "rules" and the fates of others, this outcome was somewhat difficult to accept.

"Thus, some among us harbored the thought of manipulating destiny."

That was the period when their powers were at their peak, and from their perspective, what they saw naturally differed from humans. At least for them at that time, their real enemy was never the Church of Mechanics, but an entity of which even they could only glimpse the tip of the iceberg.

So, they devised a plan.

"The so-called Saint Heir, in their calculations, was the one who could help them glimpse the cards of destiny. His abilities were never intended to win a particular battle."

Through Vadim’s eyes, the middle-aged man walked the streets of this city once again.

However, compared to the last time he was here, the city had completely changed its appearance.

Vadim stayed silent, listening to secrets he would have never come into contact with in his lifetime.

The Church had crumbled, buried long in the annals of history. From the looks of it, whatever plans they had brewed ultimately ended in failure.

However, he could vaguely imagine the war people had waged against destiny back then.

"But you ultimately failed."

"On the contrary, we—or rather they—succeeded."

The middle-aged man provided an unexpected response, "The fact that you can stand here and talk to me, instead of praying to a statue, proves that their plan was extremely successful."

Destiny had indeed been rewritten.

Only, the means and outcome of rewriting were not quite satisfactory.

"Those people were too obsessed with exploring destiny, thus neglecting the terrifying entity they had ultimately created... Well, I admit, some of the responsibility does fall on me."