Chapter 178: Stop Acting Like A Sissy!
Creed was absolutely glued to the scene in front of him. Through the transparent chamber window, he watched as the group of teenagers that were probably no older than him screamed and twitched under a storm of what looked like translucent, lightning-like energy strands.
The glowing strands didn’t look all too harmful at first glance, but the way the youths reacted said otherwise.
They were contorting, crying, their veins bulging with a disturbing blue light as the strands dug into their skin and then vanished through their pores like living snakes.
Every few seconds, a strange gong-like sound would ring out, and the energy strands would pulse, latching even deeper into the kids’ bodies like they were rewiring them from the inside out.
The whole process looked less like training and more like torture from a dystopian sci-fi novel.
And Creed, in all his socially normal glory, leaned in closer with wide eyes, muttering, "This is... kinda scary?"
That was when a hand moved toward his shoulder, and his instincts—honed by countless battles, assassination attempts, and life-or-death missions—kicked in.
Swoosh!
Creed spun around so fast that he nearly tripped over himself, just barely dodging the hand that had come to rest on his shoulder.
A familiar gruff voice clicked its tongue and said, "How do you always manage to sense me, you little brat?"
Creed blinked and stared. Standing behind him was the ever-mysterious old monk in his snowy white robes, looking as unbothered as ever.