Chapter 1851: Crazy Or Not, You're Done For

Chapter 1851: Crazy Or Not, You're Done For

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Drake fired dozens of bullets against his foes, combined with his Psychic Powers and his Divine Abilities, he was able to finally eliminate the six thugs that came after him.

Despite these guys being mere "small fries" within the trial even small fries were annoying to take down, holding a minimum of 50% of his stats, they were tough nuts to crack.

However, by working quickly, he dispatched them all in a couple of minutes, rushing outside after robbing their bodies out of anything they had and devouring them to regain energy.

No matter how hard he tried though he couldn't get any ability from eating people or monsters of this world.

Because they were Espers though, all of them, his Psychic Energy reserves were rapidly regenerated as he felt more refreshed.

He rushed towards the next railroad car, finding out Benladann there, and a bunch of people on the floor unconscious.

Meanwhile, Paprika and Johnsie were screaming at one another, strangling and piercing their eyes as if they had hated one another their entire lives.

"Benladann?!"

He realized there was a darkness encompassing everyone, but that didn't show outside of their minds, it only resembled black colored crosses floating over their heads.

"Drake...!"

Benladann didn't averted her gaze from them.

"I've got them trapped, kill them quickly!"

"So this is your Esper Ability?! That's amazing!"

"Hurry! I can't... hold back anymore!"

"Okay!"

Drake didn't even hesitate, rushing towards the two psychopaths hurting one another. Despite how rough they were being, they were only hurting each other anyways.

They wouldn't be able to kill themselves in such a way.

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"Stop."

Her words stopped him from moving.

"Celestia?!"

"You're going to kill people that isn't even defending themselves? Even more, they suffer from a mental illness that have made them insane. In a way, they're not in fault for what they've done."

Drake quickly washed her body with a healing light made of ice and holy light, healing her exhaustion and a bit of her wounds.

"Thank you," Benladann sighed in relief. "You were good doing that. Don't let that stupid sword tell you what to do Drake. I saw what they did in their nightmares. They killed their entire families, even their little siblings... I feel a bit sick, ugh."

"It's alright, let's go back with the kids for now," Drake said. "I had come on my own to fish some of them, but it ended escalating a bit out of proportions with those two. But I'm glad they're gone. Wait, what about these people?"

"Ah, they were brainwashed by that girl, she had the power to control males, it was weird," said Benladann. "Well I guess that didn't work with you right? You're super strong."

"A-Ah, yeah, it didn't work at all," nodded Drake, rather nervously.

At least it only worked on the little slimes derived from his body, so he wasn't lying, it didn't work on him... as long as he considers those slimes not him.

Once they were back in the railroad car while checking that the victims were fine, although unconscious, they saw their family doing just fine, still asleep.

"They're still sleeping? Gosh, and we went through so much for them to be napping!" Benladann sighed, sitting by the side of her daughter.

"Well, it's fine like that for now, right?" Drake laughed, spreading several small slimes through the train to seek potential hostile foes.

For now, things seemed to have calmed down, and he noticed several guards of the train moving to the areas where everything happened, quite late already, but at least their presence gave some false sense of security to the people.

Once merged with his other half, Drake sat down to meditate; while concentrating his senses

into every slime he had sent to scout.

"Your ability, Benladann, how does it work?"

"Ah, it traps foes inside of a mindscape that embodies their traumas and attacks them

directly. It also seems to be something not even psychopaths can escape from or resist."

"That's incredible... How many can you target though?"

"A lot if they're weak, but the stronger their minds and souls, the harder it becomes and the

less I can trap..."

"That still really cool," nodded Drake. "I'm still trying to figure out mine. I mean, it showed out like Telekinesis, Telepathy, and the like, but there's no proper "unique ability" to it yet, like the Esper Abilities others had."

"Hmm..." Benladann wondered. "Maybe it'll manifest once your mind has gained a new resolve? Esper Abilities seem to manifest based on the development of a person's mind and

their personality and experiences."

"A new resolve? I have plenty of resolves already..." Drake sighed. "Ah!"

In that moment, it didn't take too long for him to once more find some troublesome fellows

on the train...