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Chapter 47 - 39: I, Brian, do not Share the Sky with Evil!

Chapter 47: Chapter 39: I, Brian, do not Share the Sky with Evil!

When Brian realized that he himself was a Mutant and that there was no such thing as a Golden Finger, his feelings were very complex.

According to Susan’s claims,

Mutants are either super-perverts or mentally ill.

These people, after being exposed to the radiation of the Blood Moon, had a certain probability of receiving the Blood Moon Gift.

The Gift’s power would reflect the host’s heart, giving birth to the ability that the host most desired and was most compatible with, and with the passage of time, the dark side of their hearts would uncontrollably surface, gradually losing sanity and committing crimes.

According to Susan’s words,

Once these Mutants acted on their inner darkness, and their desires were satisfied, they would become stronger while their sanity diminished even further.

Therefore, most Mutants, after the initial influence of the Blood Moon, could not last one or two years before they succumbed to their desires, turning into beasts and losing their reason completely.

This made Brian feel uneasy.

He thought of something serious!

His uncle might have been a Mutant before the Blood Moon.

Could it be that,

Uncle was a Mutant who had received the Blood Moon Gift twice?

How strong would that make Uncle Billy?

...

Thinking of this,

Brian hurriedly asked Susan, "Leader, if those Mutants can receive the power they desire most, then if someone wishes to destroy the world, won’t we have no way to resist?"

Susan heard this and sneered with disdain, "If it were really that simple, the world would have been in chaos long ago. It’s not about what Mutants want in their hearts that they will possess; it depends on two factors."

"The first factor is the degree of Blood Moon pollution when the Mutants awaken.

The higher the pollution degree, the more aligned the awakened ability will be with their innermost thoughts.

For example,

A Mutant Awakened with low pollution,

who desires the strongest body,

might develop bone proliferation, skin calcification, muscle hardening, and such abilities that are beneficial but come with significant side effects.

If it is a Highly Polluted Mutant Awakened,

with the same desire for the strongest body,

they might develop a substantial increase in muscle fiber quantity and density, a substantial increase in bone density, a significant increase in nerve reaction speed, and so on, with positive Enhancements without side effects.

The specific pollution degree

depends on their willpower.

The stronger the willpower, typically the higher the degree of pollution.

According to current research,

the most potential Mutants are usually those who are perverted, mentally ill, but always consider themselves as sane.

These people deceive even themselves,

often having a high degree of pollution.

But regardless of the type,

ninety-nine percent of Mutants receive physical Enhancements and do not possess whatever they wish for, only to say it’s infinitely close."

Brian: ...

He felt that Susan’s last statement was hinting at himself.

Yet, from Susan,

He also realized that his uncle was likely at the very least a Highly Polluted Mutant.

He wondered if the ten kilograms of explosives he had accumulated

would suffice.

The problem was,

Uncle’s many minions had a danger perception akin to that of wild animals and had the ability to acquire a large amount of weapons.

His own explosives and small handgun might not be effective!

Brian hurriedly pursued, "Leader, what is the second factor?"

Susan glared at Brian with irritation, then took out a bottle of water, took a gulp, and continued,

"The second factor that determines the strength of a Mutant is their sanity.

Mutants are human too, and as humans, they know how to use tools.

Just imagine,

A Mutant who reacts and moves faster than you, shooting at you. Can you dodge it?

However, in general, the higher the pollution levels of a Mutant, the easier their sanity spirals out of control. Without sanity, they don’t harness outside forces. Whereas those with lower pollution levels have average willpower at best; even if they are less likely to lose control, their Mutant Abilities are not strong and don’t differ much from the average criminal."

Hearing this,

Brian did not feel relieved.

He felt that his uncle Billy did not fit the descriptions given by Susan.

Not only was the opponent brutal and strong, their intelligence was also not low.

The more he knew,

the less confident Brian felt inside.

Seeing Brian’s face turn pale,

Susan thought he was still worried, so she took out a special bullet as thick as Brian’s little finger and 11.18 mm in caliber, "Brian, don’t overthink it. Even the strongest Mutant we’ve discovered so far can’t withstand the gunpowder justice that can shatter a brown bear’s head in my hand!"

Brian nodded, but his expression still did not improve.

He didn’t believe that his uncle could physically resist bullets and explosives.

The problem was,

The opponent’s perception of danger was too sharp.

A sneak attack might not be effective.

A head-on confrontation...

Brian sighed.

A wise man does not stand under a collapsing wall.

Since his uncle had been targeted, he was probably doomed to be captured and studied.

He might as well do the righteous thing and embrace Susan’s "big white leg" firmly.

After Susan’s primer,

Brian also figured out his so-called Golden Finger wasn’t really a transmigrator’s Fooly.

It was entirely a Gift from the Blood Moon.

It also reflected the deepest desire in his heart.

Thinking about it made sense.

As an ordinary transmigrator, faced with immense pressure and life-threatening danger, yet powerless to change his situation,

what did Brian’s heart desire the most?

It was undoubtedly the Golden Finger.

Thus, Brian had Awoken the dead’s Gift of the "Golden Finger."

"It’s no wonder I feel so satisfied every time I execute those beasts," Brian thought, his mind a bit of a mess.

This meant that,

if things continued this way,

his rationality might disappear like those of the Mutants and turn into a beast of desire?

...

Brian sighed internally.

Forget it.

Take one step at a time.

Uncle Billy and Mad Dog Ike had managed to hold on for thirty years without losing control.

He should be able to do the same.

First, deal with the current predicament.

With that thought,

Brian pushed down the worry in his heart and continued listening to Susan’s endless explanations.

"...

Every out-of-control Mutant strikes a blow to the social order.

That is the reason for our existence as NW."

At the end of her primer,

Susan looked into Brian’s eyes, earnestly saying, "We are the first line of defense for the common people, the Night Watchers of the dark; capturing or killing any detected Mutants is our most vital mission!"

Brian, a BOSS-level Mutant, raised his fist with resolute eyes: "Understood, Chief! I, Brian, stand against sin with no shared sky!"

Susan nodded in satisfaction, patting Brian’s shoulder:

"Good, Brian!

I knew I hadn’t misjudged you!

Forget about your uncle’s business.

He brought you into NW probably because he’s aware of the Blood Moon’s secrets, using you to test if we were onto him.

It’s actually pointless.

Even without my intervention, the base’s people wouldn’t touch you.

They would only try to turn you.

Because your uncle has great value, his own code, and I bet he’s already been listed on those disgusting people’s breeding list."

"Breeding list?"

"Mutants are unstable elements, but also a wealth resource.

You don’t need to know the details.

From now on, avoid contact with your uncle.

His surroundings are no doubt filled with those disgusting people’s informants.

If you keep in contact with your uncle, I might not be able to keep you safe.

In any case.

You can tell your uncle that you’ve passed the NW’s vetting.

But don’t meet him again.

If your uncle insists on seeing you.

Let me know.

I’ll personally send him to meet Satan!"

Susan proudly patted the dual guns at her waist.

"Chief..."

Brian’s eyes welled up with tears, wishing he could offer himself to Susan right there and then.

Unfortunately, Susan wasn’t into playing by the unspoken rules.

She glanced at the clock and beckoned to Brian: "Let’s go, the orientation training should be over by now; I’ll take you to sign the confidentiality agreement and receive some official employee gear. Actually, Ace Base’s purpose is to detain and study Mutants. We are basically their first-line staff and their eyes and ears."

Hearing about detention and research,

Brian tensed up inside.

His identity as a Mutant absolutely must not be exposed!

Otherwise, life would be worse than death.

...

Following Susan,

Brian, laden with thoughts, received a "high-tech" watch exclusive to NW employees.

This device wasn’t just for positioning but also for emergency aid.

Most importantly,

after a Mutant’s death, the polluting radiation within their body would leak and be detected by the watch.

In actuality,

every law enforcement agency in Los Angeles, after the Blood Moon, would immediately test every corpse to make sure they didn’t miss a dead Mutant.

That was the fundamental reason Mad Dog Ike’s corpse was discovered so quickly and sent to the base.

For NW front line employees like Brian,

every Mutant’s corpse represented a substantial bounty.

As to who was the Hunter and who was the prey,

it was all about each other’s methods.

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