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Chapter 88 - 80: Talent: Pheromone Control!

Chapter 88: Chapter 80: Talent: Pheromone Control!

He held the syringe in his hand.

A warm current surged through his body, sweeping away the fatigue that clung to Brian’s frame.

Each time his obsession was fulfilled, he could recover his physical strength once.

This ability was truly top-notch!

Brian took a deep breath and began to check the Gift from the scarecrow.

Energy +20, Talent: Pheromone Control.

Brian clenched his fist in excitement!

He had actually burst forth with a talent directly!

So generous!

Let’s see what this talent does!

Brian immediately closed his eyes and entered the Conscious Space.

...

As the Talent Fusion occurred.

Brian also received some memory fragments from the scarecrow:

The scarecrow’s original name was Mossley Lars.

Mossley was an inbred, deformed in appearance, to the extent that he was abandoned by his parents at the age of seven or eight and was bullied in the Children’s House, with no one willing to adopt him.

Had it not been for government subsidies, which also facilitated publicity, Mossley would likely have been kicked out of the Children’s House long ago.

After reaching adulthood, to survive, Mossley moved to a small farm and became a cheap laborer there.

Due to his appearance, he still could not escape a fate of being bullied.

Seeing his peers easily finding women to accompany them, while he could not even get a prostitute to take his savings for the business, Mossley became enraged!

He wanted people to fear him, wanted women to fall in love with him, wanted to...

But he was timid and cowardly, nothing more than a daydreamer.

Until thirty years ago, the Blood Moon descended...

...

A realization dawned upon Brian.

The Talent of Pheromone Control meant he could control the secretion of various micro-substances in his body, such as hormones, androstadienone, pheromones, etc.

Professionally speaking, it referred to substances secreted by an individual to the outside, perceived by the individual’s olfactory organs, such as the accessory olfactory bulb or vomeronasal organ, causing the individual to exhibit certain behaviors, emotions, psychological or physiological changes.

For example.

The simplest pheromone is the sex pheromone.

Like when a female cat is in heat, the sex pheromones in her urine can be detected by male cats within a few kilometers, forcefully putting them into heat.

Or the dry feces of tigers and lions, when burned in the wild, can drive away nearby wild animals.

These are the effects of pheromones.

The Talent of Pheromone Control resembles the Fury Talent that Brian had previously acquired, but it far surpasses the Fury Talent.

The Fury Talent could only stimulate the secretion of adrenaline, harming both others and oneself.

But the Talent of Pheromone Control was different.

Its influence was much broader.

Take the most common example!

Why do men’s needs for the opposite sex greatly decrease and their capabilities weaken as they reach middle age?

The main reason is the decreasing secretion of male hormones.

Brian wouldn’t have such worries now.

If he wished, he could even use his enhanced sense of smell to control his body and secrete custom-made pheromones for a specific male or female, making them feel elated and their hearts beat faster just by seeing him.

Literarily speaking.

This is called love at first sight, genetic selection.

In reality, it’s stimulating others to be passively in heat.

Brian now, if he wished, could transform into a walking hormone, a universal donor, beloved by all, men and women alike.

This was a degree even the scarecrow couldn’t achieve.

Because the scarecrow lacked enhanced sense of smell and couldn’t tailor the secretion of specific pheromones. He could only manage actions like eliminating his own scent, keeping himself in an exhilarated state, or maintaining the vitality of his youth regardless of age.

These had a large impact on himself but very little on others.

Fundamentally speaking.

This ability, as awesome as it was called; as useless as it was called; more like a freely adjustable BUFF, could always keep himself in states of exhilaration, intense concentration, or joy, but without a similar enhancement like Brian’s "Olfactory Enhancement" for private customization, its effect on other humans wasn’t very significant.

The truly awesome aspect of this ability lay in its silent and invisible dissemination of toxins.

This was the real reason the scarecrow could become an S-class wanted criminal.

By consuming specific toxins, ether, and such, and using his talent to evaporate them into the surrounding air, he could make people unwittingly fall prey.

Without any defenses.

He could single-handedly handle an entire fully-armed team!

Brian suddenly understood.

No wonder the scarecrow liked to kill people and then stuff their bodies with straw after dissecting their bellies. What seemed like sadism was actually a tactic to drain the victim’s blood, reducing the risk of exposing his real powers!

Brian admitted he had been naive.

No S-class criminal was simple!

..

"Very strong, very impressive!

But now this talent is mine!"

Brian grinned with a smirk.

A walking bio-toxin!

He finally possessed a trump card that could alter life and death!

Brian, with a thought, replayed the scarecrow’s memories just before death.

This process, Brian had experienced firsthand, contained no particularly valuable information, and he skipped it.

The playback ended.

A Spirit Crystal, significantly larger than the ordinary ones from humans, merged into Brian’s consciousness.

A distinct feeling of relief and relaxation washed over Brian.

He comfortably squinted his eyes.

It was a very peculiar sensation.

If the use of Gift Energy was like soaking the body in a warm hot spring, then completing the deceased’s obsession and absorbing the Spirit Crystal after witnessing the death memory felt like wiping away the mental dust, rejuvenating a heavy spirit.

However, this process was brief.

The Spiritual Enhancement ended.

Under Supercomputer Perception,

Brian’s Spiritual Strength was still at 1.1 and had not undergone a qualitative change.

However, due to the continuous killings, his previously heavy heart had lightened considerably, stabilizing his emotions enough to not instantly think of Destruction when something unhappy crossed his mind.

A contemplative look flashed through Brian’s eyes.

Perhaps, if he completed enough obsessions, he might not need any Suppressant to manage the Mutant’s uncontrollable issues...

This needed time to verify.

No rush.

Brian glanced at the time, ready to use the Gift Energy to heal the hidden injuries on his body.

Suddenly.

He squinted slightly.

Something was off.

Where’s my dog?

Brian’s nose twitched as he began to walk around the room.

A few seconds later,

he approached the fridge and kicked it: "Come out."

"Woof?"

Shi San’s whimpering came from beneath the fridge.

A miraculous event happened.

After acquiring the "Pheromone Control" talent and activating "Enhanced Sense of Smell," Brian was amazed to find that he could understand the messages conveyed by Shi San: fear, is it the master?

"How miraculous?"

Brian licked his lips, trying to manipulate his unique scent and spread it around.

The next moment.

A yellow figure dashed out from under the fridge, desperately trying to squeeze under the sofa but, due to Brian’s fidgeting with the sofa, could only fit Shi San’s tiny head under it, leaving its butt and tail completely exposed.

As Shi San struggled to push further in, it whimpered: don’t come close, scared...

Brian stroked his chin: "Could this scent be intimidation, murderous intent?"

Looking at the frightened little ball curled up, Brian flashed a sleazy smile.

Keeping a dog for a thousand days, using it once.

He continued playing until Shi San lay on the floor, legs up in the air, eyes vacant, looking like a lost soul ready to be slaughtered, before Brian reluctantly dressed in a suit, pinned on his badge and gun, prepared for work.

He still had traces of gunpowder from firing shots.

If there were no cases later, he’d have to go to the shooting range for a while to eliminate the last bit of flaw on his body.

As for his uncle’s obsession and inheritance.

Brian decided to wait a bit, until everything was stable, before slowly addressing it.

He was now debt-free and light-hearted, not as urgent as before.

Living for oneself felt great!

...

In compensation for Shi San’s ordeal,

Brian placed finely chopped meat and prepared sheep’s milk powder in the dog bowl before leaving the house.

After he left,

Shi San, who was playing dead on the floor, rolled its eyes and even sprinted to the balcony to watch, only rushing to its food bowl and eating joyfully after making sure Brian had driven away.

Compared to its peers, it was significantly more intelligent...

...

Arriving at the B6 team’s modest office,

It was still early.

Only one person was zoning out at their desk.

Brian squinted slightly.

It was Rechter!

The guy had actually come to work.

Counting.

In the FBI’s three-person training team, only Rechter was still alive.

According to Anna’s dying declaration,

Rechter had joined the B6 team to observe Brian, but mainly to replace Brian’s position as their inside link in NW, for safety, he had always verbally reported on Brian’s situation with Anna, leaving no electronic or paper records.

In this situation, just find an opportunity for an accidental death.

How should he reasonably deal with the other person?

Thinking this,

Brian walked up to Rechter’s desk, smiling, "Rechter, buddy, I’m glad to see you’re alright, I was too impulsive last time. How about this, I found a great fishing spot, how about fishing after work?"

Rechter: ???

Watching the suddenly eager Brian, Rechter inexplicably felt a chill at the back of his head...

"Fishing, where to go fishing?"

Old Harden, wrapping a colorful scarf around himself, cheerfully entered from outside: "Brian, I just bought a nice fishing rod, how about going sea fishing on the day off?"

The million-dollar bounty for eliminating the Highly Polluted Mutant—Mad Dog Ike was already deposited.

Old Harden and the others had shared around a hundred thousand cash, living quite comfortably recently.

Brian glanced at the interrupting Old Harden and shrugged, "No problem, just afraid you might be busy then."

So clueless.

Brian decided that on the day off, he’d find some tasks for Old Harden.

...

As Los Angeles began a new day against the sunrise,

A group of outsiders also dodged the coast guard and landed on this West Coast.