The "Dragon's Might" surged forth, and both Ozel, the "Giant Force," and his subordinates were simultaneously jolted, as though struck hard by a massive hammer. In an instant, some rushed wildly in all directions, others fled aimlessly, some spun in place continuously, and others stood frozen, trembling throughout. Their responses were categorized distinctly, reflecting differences in mental strength and resilience. Unlike earlier, when they had feared that Miros, the "Master of Words," would recover and had needed to act swiftly, now Caine had the leisure to observe the entire scene and swiftly grasped the situation: "The varied responses stem from differences in mental strength and resilience. The most vulnerable and ordinary ones rush wildly. Among ordinary humans, those with more steadfast will flee aimlessly. Exceptional individuals with improved mental strength and particularly resolute ordinary people mainly spin in place, attempting to escape while beginning to control themselves. Those with strong capabilities or exceptional mental fortitude combine standing motionless with trembling, both standing still and trembling." "The kind of panic that leads to fleeing or hiding..." Clene scanned the scene, ready to raise his rifle to incapacitate any enemy who could still pose a threat. At that moment, he noticed a man who had been rigid and trembling now regaining clarity in his eyes—seeming to break free from the shock—and several others showing signs of partial recovery. Recognizing that he couldn't swiftly subdue them all, that the sound of gunfire might wake others, and that the varying abilities among the non-ordinary beings might itself endanger him, Clene decided to adjust his approach. He brushed the black, eerie sheen of the glove on his left hand, deepening the darkness in his eyes and deliberately "twisting" the intentions of the awakening ones. The trembling man suddenly lunged sideways, his urge to flee now unstoppable, racing toward the secret exit, leaving behind a steadily shrinking silhouette of his employer, the giant Ozer. Klein swiftly toggled between "Psychologist" and "Corrupted Baron," "Dragon's Might" followed by "Twist," then "Dragon's Might" again, then "Twist," quickly driving several mentally strong or resilient Ozir guards out of the underground sector. While "The Crawling Hunger" couldn't match the official "Shepherd" in strength, there was a certain buffer during soul transitions, and Klein maintained an excellent rhythm, aided by lingering effects of "Dragon's Might," achieving his objective with ease. However, he also noticed an issue: for certain targets, repeated exposure to "Dragon's Might" within a short timeframe gradually diminished the effectiveness of the "dazzling" impact. Indeed, most of the Ozir's mighty footmen, now subjected to successive layers of "Dragon's Might," had collapsed completely—lying motionless, excreting waste, and emitting a foul odor. The combination of "Dragon's Might" and "Twist" is truly excellent... Previously, if Misol hadn't planned a counterattack, relying solely on "bribery—weakening" and "Twist" to force a retreat, I might not have been able to catch up to him or even defeat him. His counterattack was indeed impressive—almost unannounced in the early stages. If it hadn't been for the Seer and the Clown relying heavily on intuition and foresight, I might not have had time to deploy my paper-man stand-ins, let alone evade the assault. Unfortunately, without a special ability that allows area-of-effect attacks, those extraordinary beings couldn't have stayed—otherwise, they would have. I remember that within the "Ocean King's" domain there was a "Lightning Storm"... but that incantation is too advanced, beyond my current knowledge. Kline glanced at the scattered fighters on the ground and then moved steadily into the underground area. At that moment, though his forehead still bore traces of cold sweat, he felt as though swirling vortices were forming deep within the eyes, drawing his entire spirit into them. Klein spoke calmly, "Have you ever been a pirate?" "Yes," Ozel found himself eager to answer. This was "psychological suggestion!" Klein maintained his steady tone and asked again, "What legal violations have you committed in the past?" Ozel did not hesitate, briefly recounting several instances from his time as a pirate and owner of the Leaf & Branch Tavern—such as humiliating female passengers and killing innocent ones during raids on passenger ships, and even kidnapping rivals' families to eliminate competition, setting up ambushes that resulted in their entire families drowning at sea. Klein listened quietly, then slowly smiled, patting his left palm with his right hand. "Indeed, a capable pirate, and a truly competent underworld boss." Amidst the applause, he extended his left hand, and suddenly a fierce mouth burst open across the thin layer of human skin. A piercing, shrill cry echoed throughout the underground area, lasting only a few seconds before abruptly cutting off, leaving only lingering echoes. Klain sat quietly in his chair, gazing steadily as the bright spots ahead slowly coalesced into a single luminous form. Around him, the blackmailer's enforcers, trembling and overwhelmed, instinctively drew back, leaving behind a trail of muddy impressions on the floor. After a while, Klain rose slowly, bent down, and picked up the pure, infant-like orb of light, as well as the wallet found inside Ozler's clothing. He glanced at the thickness of the bills, then placed both items neatly aside, reholstered his revolver, and took off his half-high silk hat, bowing formally to the blackmailer's enforcers who had now retreated to the corners, shivering in fear. After completing all this, Caine inspected the underground area, only to be disappointed by the absence of items such as a safe, and thus returned to the corridor, lifting the body of Misor Kin, the Speaker, and proceeding to the entrance. He paused for two seconds, mentally picturing the scene outside, and noticed that the guards he had expected to attempt opening the door and come to rescue had already vanished without a trace. The "Dragon's Might" they had just witnessed had clearly conveyed that this was a battle between extraordinary beings—so they had retreated? Indeed, in a region long known for piracy, ordinary people were beginning to gain insight into the world of the extraordinary. Perhaps such events happened quite frequently here? Maybe a fugitive had been suddenly seized by the Enforcers? Caine unlinked the chains, casually brushing against Misor's coat pocket to transfer his cash to himself. Resisting the urge to count the money, he lit the paper figures, shook them outward, then opened the entrance doors, and stepped out with Misor's body in hand. At this moment, most of the guests had already departed, leaving only seven or eight people huddled in various corners, waiting for the outcome. Klein surveyed the room with a neutral expression, prompting the streams of eyes to hastily withdraw. The only one who dared meet his gaze was Us Kent, the military liaison, frowning as he watched Germán Sparo walk slowly toward him with a body in his arms. Thud! The body crashed into his presence, knocking over a table. Us Kent focused intently, his pupils momentarily contracting. "Malinor Kin!" "Malinor Kin," the Third Vice-Admiral of the Illness! He stared in astonishment, then turned his gaze once more to Germán Sparo. Klein gradually smiled. "Remember to pay me my fee." With that, he gently removed his half-high silk hat, bowed slightly as a gesture of courtesy, and then turned to walk toward the main entrance of the Scent of Leaves Bar. ... Bayam Port, aboard the White Garnet. Ailran watched as the door to his captain's quarters was slammed open with a loud crash, and stared in astonishment, asking, "Kent, what's happened?" Us Kent, his face twisted with intensity, demanded, "Ailran, what monster have you been introducing me to?" "...Germán Sparo?" Ailran asked hesitantly. Us Kent nodded. "He killed the 'Orator,' he killed the 'Powerful One,' right at the Leaves of Scent tavern—right in front of me! It all happened within less than five minutes!" He felt as though he were going mad. "Missor Kin?" Ailran said the name as if questioning himself. Then, a wry smile broke on his lips. "It seems we'll have to report this upward." He didn't mention the death of the 'Flame' Daniz, nor that of the 'Steel' Mavith. "Good!" Us Kent had been waiting for exactly that sentence. At three in the afternoon, in a garden house near the Governor's residence of Bayam. Arlan and Us Kent sat in the elegantly furnished living room, waiting for the important figures to respond. After an indeterminate length of time, a young man with neat, well-combbed golden hair descended the stairs and said to them: "The admiral's message is that, since he currently holds no hostility, they should honor the agreement, continue their previous cooperation, but remain vigilant, and send a telegraph back to Beckett to discreetly investigate his true identity and intentions for sailing. Additionally, they should publicize the news of his killing of Misoor Kin to the pirates." "Yes, Mr. Lyran," Arlan and Us Kent replied, immediately easing their tension upon receiving clear instructions. "This is also an item worth six to seven hundred pounds... not to mention the Misur's bounty. Even after deducting the 'service fee,' there's well over several thousand pounds. Honestly, Us Kent wouldn't dare take such a hefty commission. What a windfall! What a stroke of fortune!" Klein thought with genuine satisfaction, then performed the ritual, lifting the "creeping hunger" into the gray mist above. To be honest, the extraordinary abilities—"Dragon's Might," "Rage," and "Psychological Suggestion"—were all quite valuable, and he had been reluctant to part with them. Yet, having promised the "Justice" lady, he ultimately honored his commitment.