Enforcer Manual
Chapter 989 - 895: Spiritual Sustenance_3

Next to him, "Nothingness" was dumbfounded.

For a moment, he couldn’t figure out who was the real fraudster.

"Is the volunteer you mentioned about the same age as you?"

Aishi suddenly asked.

"Have you met him?"

"Not in person, but I heard that he’s now in the hands of Hades. A few days ago, he caused quite a stir."

Anyone who could be a topic of conversation for the Rebel Army after meals must have something extraordinary about them.

As far as Aishi knew, this young man wasn’t a Psychic, hadn’t had combat prosthetics implanted, nor had his body altered with drugs, yet he managed to slip away from the Skull Gang and, while being hunted by the Brotherhood, he fled alone to Lira in a foreign land.

Moreover, he found people from Hades and reported to the Rebel Army how the Skull Gang treated outsiders, hoping to get help from them.

All she could say was that the young man still had beautiful but unrealistic fantasies about the world.

He pinned his hopes on the Rebel Army standing up for their rights, but in reality, everyone knew about the actions of the Brotherhood and the Skull Gang, including their human trafficking and organ trafficking industries in the Neutral Country.

In the words of the Boss of Esinvig, now wasn’t the time to pick a fight with the Brotherhood.

Especially not when they had new backing.

The Rebel Army and the Brotherhood were currently in a state of non-interference with each other, "The Brotherhood has a bounty of 200,000 volts for him alive, I can ask around for you, hoping the folks from Hades haven’t taken him to collect the bounty yet."

.........

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

This was a pitch-black room, where the young man had been confined since he had turned to the Rebel Army for protection.

His last hope had been shattered.

The youth was extremely frustrated, having believed the "outside" public’s opinions on the Rebel Army and naïvely believing that they would seek justice for civilians.

Not long ago, he heard from the soldiers guarding him that the Brotherhood had put out a bounty of 200,000 volts to find him.

He had never been worth so much in his life.

In this endless darkness and waiting, the young man finally faced the end coming for him.

The person who entered was a woman who looked no more than a few years older than him, and from the soldier’s respectful attitude, it was not difficult to tell that she must at least be an officer.

Oddly, he had never seen her on any bounty list.

The woman with amber eyes scrutinized the young man indifferently for a moment before finally speaking, "It’s beyond me why they’d put up a bounty of 200,000 volts for you."

"Cut the crap, as if I mistook the person."

The youth tried to appear strong, but his trembling legs betrayed his current mood.

"Looks like you’re just luckier than most."

"You—"

The youth’s defiant voice stopped abruptly as he took the first step forward, the woman’s raised hand smacked across his face.

A spinning sensation overcame him.

The strength of the slap wasn’t great, he didn’t even feel any pain; this strange sensation seemed to come from somewhere else, as if...

His soul and consciousness had been pulled out of his body.

When the young man’s vision cleared again, he stood rooted to the spot.

He saw himself.

The other "him" saw his expression and looked disdainful, "Don’t act like an idiot."

With that, "he" headed for the door.

The soldiers of the Rebel Army were ready, cuffing "him" with shackles and fetters.

The youth finally noticed the changes in his own body.

His movements became lighter, the only burden seemed to be extra weight on his chest. When he looked down, his mind once again crashed into a state of shutdown.

"Don’t mess with my body aimlessly."

A warning came from outside the door, "Otherwise, you’re dead when I come back."