The Last Gentleman-Chapter 307: The Magician’s Tactics

Seeing the others had already chosen their targets, Catherine jumped out and turned her gaze toward the deputy director Kimberly, who had undergone physical prosthetic transformation, “Oh, someone infected with the metal disease? They’re the type I’m least skilled at dealing with. But never mind~ Since you all have chosen your targets, I’ll just make do then.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth~ whoosh!

A laser beam shot out instantaneously, piercing right through Catherine’s forehead, as well as the door behind her and a pedestrian reading a newspaper across the church street.

However,

the moment Catherine’s forehead was pierced, her body began to rapidly fill in the flesh.

A closer look would reveal the eerie and terrifying nature of the flesh repair: between the holes pierced and scorched by the laser, tiny female bodies surged in, embracing each other to complete the filling.

She didn’t harbor any hatred toward Kimberly, who had attacked her out of the blue;instead, she looked cheerfully at Marko.

“Didn’t I say so? These humans are quite remarkable, or else I wouldn’t have disturbed your valuable rest time. I entrust the task of tearing them apart to you, Uncle Marko.”

“It’s fascinating, especially this human before me who suffers from severe split personality disorder.

I didn’t expect the Skin Market to raise these humans in such a diverse, unrestrained manner, without limiting the type of illnesses they develop, only making tweaks to their clothing.

This is a stark contrast to the rigid and outdated Source Epidemic Area I recall;Is it an intent to reform and adapt to a new era, or to give these humans a degree of ‘freedom’ before they’re completely enslaved?

Alright, let me deal with the matter at hand first.”

The Magician Marko made a seemingly ordinary gesture—he tossed his top hat forward.

The spinning hat in the air suddenly split into five parts, aiming at everyone except Wrinkled Skin Spacy, and flew towards them with increased speed.

Feeling the spatial fluctuations between the hats, Prophet Marko shouted, “Everyone dodge this thing!”

He himself brought out the spiritual power accumulated in his brain, condensing it into an almost tangible Spiritual Shock, attempting to knock the flying hat away.

Yet,

a strange thing happened—the spiritual power that was fired like a cannon actually became a force that further pushed the hat closer.

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Even more exaggerated was the fact that when Marko moved his feet, trying to dodge the oncoming hat… his body, in turn, moved toward the hat on its own.

It seemed as though everything had been reversed.

Just as Marko realized the problem of ‘reversal’ and wanted to warn his teammates, it was already too late.

With the hat’s high speed and their reverse actions, the contact was already happening.

At the moment of contact with the hat, the rim turned into a vortex of nightmares, sucking in each individual it touched, with no way to prevent the process from happening.

Those pulled into the hat were taken to the independent dreamscape Catherine had set up in advance.

The whole process was like a magic trick, making the interactors disappear.

However, the magic hadn’t been completely successful.

Out of the five hats Marko threw, only four had taken effect.

Zede, crawling among the domes, was not ensnared,

His body had caught the reversal trap between the hats in an instant, completing a reverse correction of thought and action within 0.01 second, changing ‘dodge’ to ‘approach,’ thus perfectly avoiding the trap.

Now,

Zede, with a face devoid of eyes, faced the crowd, using his flesh to sense the invaders, even mentally arranging the order in which to kill.

Meanwhile, Mozander, the ringmaster walking on stilts, suddenly stepped forward, standing in front of everyone.

“It’s quite interesting that someone could see through your magic at first sight, Marko… The dreamscape this time was just right. Since the others have been transported away, let this fellow stay here.

I’ll keep him company and play a little.”

Catherine lightly tapped Mozander’s flesh stilts with her fingers, “Mozander, make sure not to kill anyone, these people are all my game characters.”

“Don’t worry, I only need to take one leg. This guy who could dodge Marko’s magic, even if he lacks a leg, it won’t affect his overall strength too much.”

Even the Magician Marko himself was quite surprised;he had not expected anyone to avoid his magic on the first performance.

Although interested in Zede, he did not actively compete for him since Mozander was even more intrigued.

“Catherine, keeping this person in the Church should be okay, right?”

Catherine immediately made an OK sign with her hand, “Thank you, Uncle Jia’en. Being able to split up four of them is already quite an accomplishment. You and Aunt Harida can head back first;it’s really embarrassing to bother you amidst your busy schedules.

“Team Leader Mozander should be able to ‘return fully loaded’ after playing for a while.”

However,

Jian waved his hand, “No rush, since there’s nothing much happening at the circus tomorrow. The next set of rehearsals for the performance won’t start until a week later. It’s not often we meet such interesting humans;I want to play with them for a bit.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try not to be lethal. I just want to have a talk with that human whose personality is completely split.”

Next to him, the ventriloquist Harida also raised her hand to indicate that she wanted to ‘communicate’ with that hot-tempered woman.

Catherine made a face, “I knew it… Sigh~ If my game gets interrupted, I’ll have to settle the score with you guys one by one.”

As everyone was making small talk,

a strange skin texture started rippling from deep within the Church,

and the skin that covered the Church rose like a wave and crashed towards the circus members who were talking near the entrance, attempting to swallow them whole.

Slap!

The skin wave fell in less than a second, and a dense array of legs swelled up inside the skin texture, eventually bursting it open and filling the Church with fragments of torn skin.

However, only Team Leader Mozander was left at the entrance of the Church.

The other members had already teleported away through the use of Dream Space permissions, each to their independent area corresponding to the members of the Sharp Knife Squad.

Mozander’s gaze was also drawn to the silver barrier underneath the Altar, where Wrinkled Skin Spacy was enveloped.

“It’s truly pure skin manipulation;it’s hard to believe you’re not a direct descendant of the Skin Market but rather a human… With such high talent, even if you were sent to the Skin Market, you would receive quite decent treatment, right?

“However, the deep Skin Market is facing an unprecedented crisis;it might just vanish altogether. By then, the support you humans rely on will disappear completely, whether that’s good or bad for you.

“After all, even if the Skin Market doesn’t disappear, you’ll eventually become their slaves.

“By the way, stop performing ‘Dream Skin Planting’! Unite with your teammates and attack me together;that would make things a bit more interesting.”

No sooner had he finished speaking,

five pale fingers suddenly rose in front of Mozander, followed by the palm that bore the fingers… He hadn’t even had a chance to see clearly when the hand had gotten so close.

The fingers curled… Slap!

He was struck by a force far greater than he expected.

If Mozander’s “stilts” resembled tens of thousands of perfectly structured legs from various patients, collectively supporting his body,

the force applying pressure was like a mountain of corpses piled high,

flipping over all the legs that supported him.

Boom!

Mozander was slammed to the ground, his head crushed.

[Fallen]

For a circus stilt-walker, this was a tremendous disgrace;since becoming the third leader of the circus, he had completely removed the word from his personal dictionary.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying force erupted from within him,

and above Nightmare Town,

a gigantic foot materialized out of nowhere and came pressing down with mighty force!

Boom! The Dream Church and the buildings along the central streets of the town were leveled to the ground.