novelzi Chapter 186 You'll Have To Do Better Than That
Chapter 186 You'll Have To Do Better Than That
The woman met his gaze with a faint smirk, her expression unflinching. "Oh, but wouldn't that ruin the mystery?" she replied playfully, though a glimmer of something sharper lingered in her eyes.
Linsley didn't react to her tone, though he noted the calculating intelligence behind her lively demeanor.
She was holding back, and while she might seem carefree, the awareness she'd shown about the Outer Gods and the virus was too precise to ignore. Whatever her intentions, she was more than just a bystander in this outbreak.
It was clear to Linsley that she had no intention of revealing her secrets easily. He wasn't the type to play along with these games for long—his patience had its limits. Even if he couldn't fully gauge the scope of her power, it hardly mattered.
He had all the retries he needed, and his objective was clear: he would uncover the truth behind the Diviner World's secrets, one way or another.
Linsley knew that his use of faith-based power had drawn the Outer God to the Diviner World. But he also suspected that the world held a secret so profound that it was able to kill even an Outer God when it attempted to destroy everything.
Whatever that secret was, it lay at the heart of the Diviner World—a truth powerful enough to bring even the most dangerous entities to ruin.
The fact that this young woman seemed to know so much was reason enough to confront her directly. He hadn't ascended to the higher realm for a reason, and that reason was standing right here.
He raised his hand, and with a thought, the sky above and space around him filled with a myriad of firearms, each one aimed at her.
Tens of thousands of guns hovered in perfect formation, their barrels pointed directly at the young woman, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
"If you're tied to this outbreak," he said, his voice unyielding, "you'd better surrender now, or I'll do everything in my power to prevent you from leaving here alive."
The woman, however, merely chuckled, unfazed by the sight of countless guns aimed her way. She met his gaze with a playful gleam in her eyes, as if the arsenal surrounding her were no more than a mild inconvenience.
"Everything in your power?" she repeated, her tone amused. "Funny, because it looks to me like you're still holding back. You're not even tapping into the full extent of your gift."
Linsley's eyes narrowed, but he kept his expression indifferent.
She tilted her head, still smiling. "I wonder... do you even realize the depth of your own power, or are you pretending to hide it for some reason of your own? It's so amusing—the human world never ceases to surprise." Find your next read at empire
Her words struck a nerve. She'd seen through the fact that he wasn't using his true gift, and she knew enough about his abilities to call him out on it.
This changed things. Even if she knew nothing about the secret behind the virus outbreak, her awareness of his restrained power alone was enough reason to either silence her or uncover whatever secrets she held.
Keeping his expression impassive, he steeled himself, preparing to act. She might think she had the upper hand, but Linsley was far from done with her.
His gaze sharpened, his expression cold and unyielding as he took command of the vast arsenal hovering around him, each weapon primed for precision and power.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "A real fight?"
The sight was unnerving. She hadn't merely deflected his attacks—she'd replicated them, wielding his own tactics against him.
He didn't falter, but a grim realization sank in—her abilities weren't just powerful; they mirrored and expanded upon his own in ways that rivaled, perhaps even surpassed, his own.
With a measured exhale, Linsley steadied himself, surveying the battlefield. The weight of the secrets he sought pressed upon him, and he knew that against this mysterious woman, he'd need to tread carefully.
The quarantine zone was still dotted with paralyzed infected, lying motionless where he'd left them, and the military forces were watching from afar, their eyes on him. He couldn't afford to reveal the full extent of his true power or Real Fantasy gift, not yet.
He lifted his hand, his gaze narrowing as he issued a silent command. The guns hovering above the field adjusted, each barrel aiming at the infected.
In perfect unison, they fired, the bullets streaking downward, glowing with flux. Upon contact, each infected figure vanished, teleporting directly to the containment chambers back at the research facility
Clearing the field of distractions, he turned his focus to the soldiers watching at a distance.
A fresh round of bullets materialized in the sky, each one emanating with flux as it aligned with the personnel on-site.
In quick succession, they fired, reaching the soldiers with perfect accuracy. The bullets didn't harm them; instead, they transmitted his direct order, resonating through their minds.
"Retreat from the area immediately. I am handling an unknown adversary. Any interference will only complicate the situation."
The soldiers exchanged glances, their initial hesitations overridden by the authority in his command.
As he released a second volley, the bullets' flux activated upon impact, teleporting them safely away from the battlefield.
In moments, the quarantine zone emptied, leaving Linsley alone with the woman.
Throughout his preparations, she had merely watched, her eyes gleaming with a playful curiosity as though each step he took amused her further.
She remained unfazed, seemingly content to wait for his every move, as if indulging in the thrill of his meticulous setup.
Once the last soldier was gone, she tilted her head, grinning as though the real game was only beginning.
Linsley tightened his grip on his weapon, aware that she had allowed his preparations, watching each of his efforts without interference, as if savoring the anticipation.
"So," she said, amusement flickering in her gaze. "All cleared up? Ready for the real fun now?"