Enforcer Manual
Chapter 932 - 869: Both Teacher and Friend_2

Chapter 932: Chapter 869: Both Teacher and Friend_2

Although he said that, the man’s tone didn’t show any self-blame, but rather some pride, "To dominate creatures and rules, that’s what I taught him, or as your current theories would call it, interference-type Spiritual Energy."

To Vadim, however, this sentiment could only be described as eerie.

The middle-aged man seemed to be boasting proudly that he had invented an extremely powerful bomb, which eventually blew up their own house.

"By the way, you just asked if I was familiar with this place, I too once wandered through the streets and alleys of this city in the same way."

Normally, they wouldn’t form such a close connection with a specific Psychic Ability, not even the Saint Heir," It was really fun hanging out with him. The Cricket Fighting Contest was an invention of both of us, and initially, the contestants were indeed crickets, creatures the size of a palm post-war mutant insects,""

"I’ve seen them in illustrations in a book."

Vadim said.

Whenever the Saint Heir was mentioned, the middle-aged man seemed to become very talkative, evidently happy and deeply nostalgic about the past.

Unlike the always indifferent ’Blue Eyes,’ the middle-aged man was more like a sociable and learned elder, eager to share his past experiences with others.

"The concept of the Cricket Fighting Contest was created during our discussions on dominating and rewriting rules; I am not only one of the contestants with the oldest qualifications but also the founder of the contest."

As the man spoke, more illusions appeared before Vadim’s eyes, and he could truly see the grandeur of the first Cricket Fighting Contest.

He saw the entire city enveloped in a jubilant atmosphere.

Even the Archbishop and the Knight Commander, who held very high positions in the Church, actively participated in the contest, and Vadim’s ears seemed to echo with voices from the past.

This desolate street clearly showed no sign of life, yet in his eyes, it was as bustling as the liveliest district in Zone Four.

He unconsciously reached out his hand, but it passed straight through the body of the illusion.

The illusion didn’t notice his presence at all and quickly ran towards the contest platform.

This made Vadim feel somewhat lost; he felt like an outsider at this grand event but also understood the reason the middle-aged man sought him out.

He must have left some very beautiful memories in this city last time.

The middle-aged man coughed lightly, "Speaking of the first Cricket Fighting Contest’s champion, yes, that was me."

In any contest, the winner of the inaugural event is always of special significance, and although he hadn’t won the championship since that first contest, it did not diminish his special status in the event.

"So, you were the Saint Heir’s teacher?"

"Mentor and friend, actually, many of his ideas also inspired me."

Vadim took a few more steps forward, and just as he was about to reach the contest platform, all the illusions suddenly vanished.

He suddenly realized something and asked, "Is this the friend you mentioned?"

"I’m not sure myself; we haven’t seen each other for a long time, and many clues suggest that he is already dead."

"... You can die too?"

Vadim was stunned.

He had associated the middle-aged man with deities, and he found it hard to imagine how to kill a deity, especially since ’Blue Eyes’ and military technology were also very reluctant to antagonize the middle-aged man, to the extent that they willingly ceded the entire ’outside world’ territory to him.

And thinking deeper, the increasingly rampant Rebel Army might also be a result of his doing.

Vadim had heard that the leaders of the Rebel Army were all Psychics, and even the company couldn’t understand why powerful Psychics were flocking to the ’outside world,’ a place with inferior material conditions, despite the vast human resources, substantial research budgets they had spent, which couldn’t keep up with the ’outside world.’

After becoming a Psychic overnight, Vadim imagined the answer to this problem.

Perhaps all the leaders of the Rebel Army were followers of the middle-aged man.

"Of course, nothing in this world lasts forever, not even a Consciousness Entity,"

They had many names in human society, but the middle-aged man thought ’Consciousness Entity’ was a more apt concept, "There are many ways, and the destruction-type Spiritual Energy you speak of is one of them."

During the conversation, Vadim just kept walking forward.

The middle-aged man never mentioned the destination, but a feeling guided him onwards.

The path ahead seemed to lead to the ruins of Kolo Film Industry—since the building was annihilated, that area had been under lockdown.

The local Investigative Bureau still had a heap of major cases to handle, so they were unlikely to lift the blockade anytime soon.

The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "Someone has used a similar type of Spiritual Energy here, and that is exactly why I have come."

While traveling around in the "outside world," he had coincidentally witnessed the entire process of the destruction of the Kolo Film Industry building.

For the residents of the "outside world," this was undoubtedly good news.

They believed that the Empire of the United Government was gradually declining, but the middle-aged man had noticed something unusual about it.

Since that era had ended, there were probably only a few people in the world who could still set foot in that domain.

Perhaps he would meet old friends in District Four, or maybe a spirit from the past.

After that, the middle-aged man did not speak again. Vadim arrived at the ruins of the Kolo Film Industry in silence, something here was calling out to him.

The once glorious Kolo Film Industry was now nothing more than an empty site, desolate as far as the eye could see.

Vadim crossed the isolation tape set up by the investigation bureau and walked along the guided route.

Eventually, he stopped in an open area.

"Why do we need to come here?"

He voiced the doubts in his mind.

"Because you still have one thing left to finish. In our era, becoming a Psychic didn’t require wearing a device on your head to shock you."

"But stimulation experiments appeared at the beginning of the United Government. They weren’t a product of the dark ages," Vadim said, puzzled.

After arriving in District Four, he had studied some books on Psychic Abilities and had even imagined the scene of his own psychic awakening, but all his research made one thing clear to him.

He was not going to make it in this lifetime.

"That was a torture method they invented. They always felt they could understand and master everything through research but what you are about to see is the real path to Spiritual Energy."

They also had communicated with some Psychics who had embarked on this path.

Therefore, those believers also called them ’Whispers’ from the upper world.

Vadim did not speak again because he felt a strong calling in his heart. He realized that he was only a step away from the Spirit Ability Path that the middle-aged man had mentioned.

When he took another step forward, the world around him suddenly showed countless cracks, dispersing like shattered glass, and after that was a pitch-black space where stars guided Vadim’s way forward.

For a moment, he felt as if he was placed between the universes, and there, he could clearly see the true face of the middle-aged man.

Just as when he had first seen that strange sculpture in the "hallucination" world, he wanted to bow down and worship it.

"Nothingness."

A completely unfamiliar concept emerged in Vadim’s mind.

This concept made him believe in the existence of deities and the upper world.

"Now, let me witness what makes you special."

The voice of the middle-aged man turned ethereal and omnipresent amidst these stars; he was not a specific living creature but had become a concept itself.

Vadim felt as though he was undergoing a baptism.

At the end of this sacred ceremony, he heard a voice.

"Oh dear, it’s sunk!"

...

As Vadim was full of doubt, trying to understand this concept, he returned to reality.

It was still the destroyed building of the Kolo Film Industry, an empty and desolate space with only him in it.

Silence lasted for a long time.

Eventually, the middle-aged man broke the silence.

But his voice was no longer filled with sanctity and majesty; instead, it had become weak, "Never mind, let it sink. Aren’t the weak also living?"