Meanwhile, Elizabeth continued to mock Zhao Yao, "Meowhahaha! Zhao Yao, you are truly in love with money! You're the most ambitious man I've ever met in my life!"
Zhao Yao could only respond with a roll of his eyes. From the looks of it, the process of injecting a notion into a person's mind was too difficult. Originally, he had planned to plant the idea that he was a righteous and handsome man. Instead, all he managed to implant was some realistic notions of money.
Ultimately, this thought had stayed with Zhao Yao for his entire life. Hence, it was natural for it to seep through when Zhao Yao attempted to use his power.
Paying no attention to Elizabeth's sneer, Zhao Yao continued to contemplate, "I guess I still need further practice when it comes to manipulating the sixth sense. I must try to separate my personal emotions from the instinct I'm trying to conjure. This can only be considered a success when I can reliably transfer the instincts to a target with no interference from my personal emotions."
Hence, Zhao Yao decided to temporarily give up on human targets and focused instead on Lightning.
With his eyes squinted together, Lightning's body suddenly gave a slight shudder as he cocked his head towards Zhao Yao.
"Hmph, did it actually work?"
Moments later, Lightning began to mount his entire body on top of Zhao Yao's right arm. With his arms wrapped around Zhao Yao's arm, his body began to gyrate continuously with his tongue stuck out. Evidently, he had mistaken Zhao Yao's arm for his partner.
"D*mn it, this actually worked? And it's quite a success." Zhao Yao immediately canceled the illusion and began to shake Lightning off by violently throwing his arms around. However, Lightning was literally glued to him with a lustful smile spread across his face.
Zhao Yao had to physically pry his fingers away from his arm as he thought, "When it comes to feelings, I guess the Sixth Sense is not only affected by me. It's also affected by the target's personality. Lightning, this fool. He's simply too horny!"
Zhao Yao finally managed to get rid of Lightning as he carefully placed him on the table. The smile remained fixed on Lightning's face as he gloated, "Zhao Yao, so how was it? Am I good enough for you? Was it comfortable …"
Bam!
Zhao Yao sent a resounding slap across his face, smashing his head against the table top. The impact alone almost split the table into two.
"This stupid cat. You are truly hopeless."
Zhao Yao only came to realize just how profound the subject of Sixth Sense really was with more practice. From the surface, it seemed like a gimmick aimed at controlling instincts. However, it was actually closely intertwined with an individual's emotions, rendering it extremely complex. Even Zhao Yao found it hard to control it accurately, 100% of the time.
Hence, he devoted the rest of the day to the mastery of this complex subject. Soon, it was already dinner time as Old Man Zhuang brought some of his friends over for their weekly sessions. Surprisingly, Inspector Ho also tagged along.
However, all of them entered the café with a sullen expression pasted on their face.
Zhao Yao sensed the walking negativity entering his café and asked Inspector Ho, "Hey, what's the matter? Is it the constipation problem again? Have you forgotten to visit the toilet without my reminder?"
Inspector Ho reciprocated with a death glare directed straight at Zhao Yao as Old Man Zhuang added, "Alright, Zhao Yao, stop poking fun at him. The situation in the South is a complete mess which is why he's all gloomy. This is the exact reason why I brought him over tonight, to have some fun."
"Hmph, the situation in the South is still a mess?" As he spoke, Zhao Yao swiped his arm over the length of the table. Magically, plates of red braised pork belly, Buddha jumps over the wall, sweet and sour pork and other sumptuous delicacies appeared on the table.
Each dish was divine on its own. However, too much of anything was bad, especially when it could easily lead to certain sicknesses.
However, it didn't matter since everything was conjured by Zhao Yao's illusion. They could all immerse themselves in this beautiful dining experience without the constant worry tugging at them.
Old Man Zhuang was the first to succumb to his desires as he grabbed his chopsticks and reached for a chunk of pig's trotters. This was re-created purely based on Zhao Yao's memories. Coincidentally, the pig's trotter which he had previously enjoyed came from the hands of a renowned chef previously hired by Old Ma Zhuang.
The skin was as smooth as silk when it slid down the throat. Furthermore, it had the perfect ratio between fatty meat and muscle, rendering it the perfect pig's trotter. Old Man Zhuang couldn't help but smile from just the smell of it.
The meat melted in his mouth as the fats and muscle fused together, morphing into an aromatic aroma dancing in his mouth.
Old Man Zhuang continued explaining to Zhao Yao while appreciating this splendid dish, "A mess will be an understatement. Our forces there have been depleted by half at least." He could feel the satisfaction from the food slowly slipping away from him as the nervous thoughts stuck, "Talon … hmph … they really are invincible. God of Death's ability had far exceeded our estimations."
Inspector Ho reminded him, "Old Man Zhuang, I don't think it's wise to discuss such things out in the open."
However, Old Man Zhuang shook his head and reasoned, "Zhao Yao is no outsider." He then fixed his gaze on Zhao Yao and said, "Zhao Yao, you did have a conflict with Talon on the web, didn't you? I know that you are strong but I'm afraid you are still no match for them. Since you've already offended them, I suggest you take extra precautions for your own safety."
"Hmph," Truly, Zhao Yao was not exactly clear of God of Death's power, hence he clarified with him, "Is his power really so strong?"
"It is far stronger than anything you can imagine." Old Man Zhuang explained in a serious tone, "Even though we don't have a 100% clear picture of his power, there are a few things which we can confirm.
Firstly, his power can turn ordinary men into his puppets by injecting his consciousness into their bodies. In turn, this completely suppresses the target's consciousness, rendering him absolute control over them.
Secondly, his power is highly scalable. This means that the puppet he controls can once again inject its consciousness into another target's body. Thus, his puppets can spread like the virus in our body, but there is a cap to it which explains why he has not controlled the entire population. Currently, he can only control the influential figures in the South and the family members of the apostles.
Thirdly, all the puppets share one consciousness and are connected seamlessly. Hence, there is no lag time between their actions."
With that said, Old Man Zhuang let out a depressing sigh, "We have sacrificed countless elite warriors just for these three points. We managed to kill him 15 times but because of the aforementioned points, we couldn't find his actual body which made the killings futile.
Until now, we remain completely clueless about his actual body. All the spreading, ruling and battles are done by the puppets."
A line began to etch across Zhao Yao's forehead as he listened to the story, "This power is really troublesome. Amongst all my powers, only the illusion is somewhat useful? No, maybe the Sixth Sense is the only ability that can directly confront with his true body."
He then asked, "Is all his consciousness concentrated in a single body? I mean can the actual body feel what the puppets are experiencing?"
A frown appeared across Old Man Zhuang's face as he replied, "We are not too sure. But, based on our findings, that should be the case." However, Old Man Zhuang was not done yet as he let out another sigh, "But the most annoying one is the fourth point."
He mumbled, "God of Death can temporarily cancel his power, allowing the puppet to resume his usual self."
Zhao Yao knew what he was referring to.
If God of Death simply took control over every single person's body, he would just be declared enemy to the entire world, leaving him in a precarious position.
However, if he could cancel his power temporarily and allowed the puppets to resume their usual selves, it would ignite hope amongst the others, hence preventing a revolt.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth continued to mock Zhao Yao, "Meowhahaha! Zhao Yao, you are truly in love with money! You're the most ambitious man I've ever met in my life!"
Zhao Yao could only respond with a roll of his eyes. From the looks of it, the process of injecting a notion into a person's mind was too difficult. Originally, he had planned to plant the idea that he was a righteous and handsome man. Instead, all he managed to implant was some realistic notions of money.
Ultimately, this thought had stayed with Zhao Yao for his entire life. Hence, it was natural for it to seep through when Zhao Yao attempted to use his power.
Paying no attention to Elizabeth's sneer, Zhao Yao continued to contemplate, "I guess I still need further practice when it comes to manipulating the sixth sense. I must try to separate my personal emotions from the instinct I'm trying to conjure. This can only be considered a success when I can reliably transfer the instincts to a target with no interference from my personal emotions."
Hence, Zhao Yao decided to temporarily give up on human targets and focused instead on Lightning.
With his eyes squinted together, Lightning's body suddenly gave a slight shudder as he cocked his head towards Zhao Yao.
"Hmph, did it actually work?"
Moments later, Lightning began to mount his entire body on top of Zhao Yao's right arm. With his arms wrapped around Zhao Yao's arm, his body began to gyrate continuously with his tongue stuck out. Evidently, he had mistaken Zhao Yao's arm for his partner.
"D*mn it, this actually worked? And it's quite a success." Zhao Yao immediately canceled the illusion and began to shake Lightning off by violently throwing his arms around. However, Lightning was literally glued to him with a lustful smile spread across his face.
Zhao Yao had to physically pry his fingers away from his arm as he thought, "When it comes to feelings, I guess the Sixth Sense is not only affected by me. It's also affected by the target's personality. Lightning, this fool. He's simply too horny!"
Zhao Yao finally managed to get rid of Lightning as he carefully placed him on the table. The smile remained fixed on Lightning's face as he gloated, "Zhao Yao, so how was it? Am I good enough for you? Was it comfortable …"
Bam!
Zhao Yao sent a resounding slap across his face, smashing his head against the table top. The impact alone almost split the table into two.
"This stupid cat. You are truly hopeless."
Zhao Yao only came to realize just how profound the subject of Sixth Sense really was with more practice. From the surface, it seemed like a gimmick aimed at controlling instincts. However, it was actually closely intertwined with an individual's emotions, rendering it extremely complex. Even Zhao Yao found it hard to control it accurately, 100% of the time.
Hence, he devoted the rest of the day to the mastery of this complex subject. Soon, it was already dinner time as Old Man Zhuang brought some of his friends over for their weekly sessions. Surprisingly, Inspector Ho also tagged along.
However, all of them entered the café with a sullen expression pasted on their face.
Zhao Yao sensed the walking negativity entering his café and asked Inspector Ho, "Hey, what's the matter? Is it the constipation problem again? Have you forgotten to visit the toilet without my reminder?"
Inspector Ho reciprocated with a death glare directed straight at Zhao Yao as Old Man Zhuang added, "Alright, Zhao Yao, stop poking fun at him. The situation in the South is a complete mess which is why he's all gloomy. This is the exact reason why I brought him over tonight, to have some fun."
"Hmph, the situation in the South is still a mess?" As he spoke, Zhao Yao swiped his arm over the length of the table. Magically, plates of red braised pork belly, Buddha jumps over the wall, sweet and sour pork and other sumptuous delicacies appeared on the table.
Each dish was divine on its own. However, too much of anything was bad, especially when it could easily lead to certain sicknesses.
However, it didn't matter since everything was conjured by Zhao Yao's illusion. They could all immerse themselves in this beautiful dining experience without the constant worry tugging at them.
Old Man Zhuang was the first to succumb to his desires as he grabbed his chopsticks and reached for a chunk of pig's trotters. This was re-created purely based on Zhao Yao's memories. Coincidentally, the pig's trotter which he had previously enjoyed came from the hands of a renowned chef previously hired by Old Ma Zhuang.
The skin was as smooth as silk when it slid down the throat. Furthermore, it had the perfect ratio between fatty meat and muscle, rendering it the perfect pig's trotter. Old Man Zhuang couldn't help but smile from just the smell of it.
The meat melted in his mouth as the fats and muscle fused together, morphing into an aromatic aroma dancing in his mouth.
Old Man Zhuang continued explaining to Zhao Yao while appreciating this splendid dish, "A mess will be an understatement. Our forces there have been depleted by half at least." He could feel the satisfaction from the food slowly slipping away from him as the nervous thoughts stuck, "Talon … hmph … they really are invincible. God of Death's ability had far exceeded our estimations."
Inspector Ho reminded him, "Old Man Zhuang, I don't think it's wise to discuss such things out in the open."
However, Old Man Zhuang shook his head and reasoned, "Zhao Yao is no outsider." He then fixed his gaze on Zhao Yao and said, "Zhao Yao, you did have a conflict with Talon on the web, didn't you? I know that you are strong but I'm afraid you are still no match for them. Since you've already offended them, I suggest you take extra precautions for your own safety."
"Hmph," Truly, Zhao Yao was not exactly clear of God of Death's power, hence he clarified with him, "Is his power really so strong?"
"It is far stronger than anything you can imagine." Old Man Zhuang explained in a serious tone, "Even though we don't have a 100% clear picture of his power, there are a few things which we can confirm.
Firstly, his power can turn ordinary men into his puppets by injecting his consciousness into their bodies. In turn, this completely suppresses the target's consciousness, rendering him absolute control over them.
Secondly, his power is highly scalable. This means that the puppet he controls can once again inject its consciousness into another target's body. Thus, his puppets can spread like the virus in our body, but there is a cap to it which explains why he has not controlled the entire population. Currently, he can only control the influential figures in the South and the family members of the apostles.
Thirdly, all the puppets share one consciousness and are connected seamlessly. Hence, there is no lag time between their actions."
With that said, Old Man Zhuang let out a depressing sigh, "We have sacrificed countless elite warriors just for these three points. We managed to kill him 15 times but because of the aforementioned points, we couldn't find his actual body which made the killings futile.
Until now, we remain completely clueless about his actual body. All the spreading, ruling and battles are done by the puppets."
A line began to etch across Zhao Yao's forehead as he listened to the story, "This power is really troublesome. Amongst all my powers, only the illusion is somewhat useful? No, maybe the Sixth Sense is the only ability that can directly confront with his true body."
He then asked, "Is all his consciousness concentrated in a single body? I mean can the actual body feel what the puppets are experiencing?"
A frown appeared across Old Man Zhuang's face as he replied, "We are not too sure. But, based on our findings, that should be the case." However, Old Man Zhuang was not done yet as he let out another sigh, "But the most annoying one is the fourth point."
He mumbled, "God of Death can temporarily cancel his power, allowing the puppet to resume his usual self."
Zhao Yao knew what he was referring to.
If God of Death simply took control over every single person's body, he would just be declared enemy to the entire world, leaving him in a precarious position.
However, if he could cancel his power temporarily and allowed the puppets to resume their usual selves, it would ignite hope amongst the others, hence preventing a revolt.
