Chapter 909 Power Trip

Chapter 909 Power Trip

The Numbers were at the Galactical Plaza.

Michael teleported to the plaza with Cosmic Stride and quickly scrutinized the situation with Seer. True Vision showed him over a hundred masses of energy, all Higher Lifeforms. However, only one of them was a Curse User. It was Hesta.

'Where are Fera and Lig?' Michael wondered for a moment before Seer located a familiar energy fluctuation.

"Zeke!" Something about the Galactical Plaza had been weird, and discovering Zeke explained everything. Zeke used his Soultrait with a powerful Soullife Arts to hide whatever the remaining Numbers were trying to do. Only Hesta seemed to be able to see through Zeke's illusions. She was in front of Zeke and severed one of his arms with a swift attack. She was about to execute a killing blow when Michael appeared above her.

Hesta reacted quickly and was about to attack the new arrival when she saw her brother. She stopped in her tracks and focused back on Zeke, only for a fierce mixture of a fireball and highly compressed wind, augmented by Greater Enhancement, to smash into her, hurling Hesta through the air.

"What?!" Hesta exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. However, Michael didn't pay any attention to his sister. Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

He used Seer's Domination to attack Zeke's mind and dominate it. A highly concentrated mental attack of a 7-Star Soultrait was enough to knock out Zeke. Michael studied Zeke's energy and vitals through true vision and used Greater Enhancement on River of Vigor. The enhanced serum gushed out of Michael's hands, stopping Zeke's bleeding before stimulating the regrowth of his lost arm.

He could have reattached Zeke's arm if he had the time, but time was not one of the luxury goods Michael had to spare. There were still more than a hundred Numbers doing something underground.

"Focus on the other!" Michael said domineeringly, "If you touch Zeke, I will tear you into shreds!" As Michael's words resounded, the Beast God Curses' halos appeared around him. A primal howl and resounding hiss rang through the Galactical Plaza, hitting the depths of Hesta's being. Her Curse stirred in fear and submitted to Fenrir without a second thought.

Michael approached the corpses and stored them in his War Rune for later use. He approached the last living Number and stared at her. She wasn't one of the Lesser Humans from the Tritan Alliance, but using Mind Reader on her again illustrated that the woman was from another human civilization outside the Supreme Human Alliance's territory.

'How many human civilizations are there in the first place? How can there be so many human civilizations in the first place?'

Michael had always been confused about that, but he had yet to find an answer. Some stated the Will of the Origin Expanse split up humans in the Old Ages to avoid the inevitable fate of the Supreme Human Alliance's supreme ruling. Of course, the Supreme Human Alliance's devout believers said that. Michael guessed the Supreme Human Alliance scared some humans, who then decided to leave their race behind. In his theory, these humans chose to split up and hide in various galaxies across the cosmos. That might be wrong, but it sounded better than the Supreme Human Alliance's history and theories.

"They were all Numbers, right?" Hesta asked in doubt all of a sudden.

"Why are you asking?" "Well...because of them," Hesta nodded behind Michael, who turned to see a group of what he presumed to be Claerus' city guards. They approached them quickly, and various weapons—including laser cannons and other weapons that could hurt Higher Lifeforms—were pointed at them.

"Raise your hands and stop circulating energy, or we will shoot!" One of the guards at the front bellowed in a commanding tone.

Michael raised an eyebrow and looked at Hesta, who shrugged. She raised her hands and smiled.

"We're on official duty in the name of the Altors Union. The Numbers tried to change the Gala–..."

"Silence! Did I allow you to speak?" The guards' fingers moved to the triggers of their guns.

'Are they on a power trip or what?'