Chapter 22: The Taste of Freedom
"Exactly. And if you’re not here when he returns, he might disappear again."
Dominic forced himself to calm his growing anxiety and decided to accept Louis’s advice.
The place where Shiao Yi jumped to was the same forest where he had first appeared in this world. There was no trace left of Doshaguma, the one who had tried to attack him and was then taken down by Dominic. Most likely, some magical beast living in the forest had already devoured the body.
Even now, he could feel the presence of living creatures moving in the distance—and sometimes closer. The forest at night was a dangerous place where wild animals roamed freely.
Teleportation, as a general rule, had to target a known location or a recognized individual.
If someone tried to appear in an unknown spot, there was no telling if the place was safe to survive in—or if it might be inside another living being, inside solid ground, a rock, or a block of metal with no open space at all.
If they were lucky, the teleportation would be rejected. But if not—if their body fused with the object—there would be a huge explosion.
Not just molecular, but atomic-level fusion would occur instantly. Naturally, the teleporter’s body wouldn’t survive it either.
Shiao Yi remembered that some of his comrades, whose only ability was teleportation, had been used as living bombs during the final stages of the war.
He had often worked with teleporters. They would place high-powered explosives or even nuclear bombs at the target location, and he would detonate them using his telekinesis. He was the living trigger. That was why he had been so useful to them—right up until the very end. And that was how he had survived.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder. He looked over at it. He had jumped here still shirtless.
Under the skin of his left shoulder was a recognition plate. Because of that, his location could be tracked no matter where he tried to run.