Chapter 367: Hidden Rules (3/3) (1/2)

Chapter 367: Hidden Rules (3/3)

Translator: Strivon

Oh, this untamable and wild fellow!

Luo Nan would never go so far as to consider himself a god, let alone would he be bewildered to the point of being lost from a few words of offering from Baze. The radiance of the heart lantern of the eyes orifice pointed straight at Baze's essence, naturally applying the technique of subdivision Luo Nan just learned from Gym Master Xiu. Oh yeah, Fairchild had told him a few key circumstances last time they met.

Luo Nan had formed a general judgment of Baze’s character.

This fellow would forever chase power, stopping at nothing. He only had his sights on power. He didn't care about being bound to any conditions, especially those from so-called gods, doctrines, and other illusory things.

The root receptacle could be remolded, the root nature could be controlled, and the root trigger was appropriate…. Huh, it looked like this was possible to do.

Right now, Luo Nan lacked the most in his observation and verification. His thoughts churned once more, and the beam of light from the heart lantern of the eyes orifice fell downward, piercing the space between Baze's eyebrows.

Luo Nan was startled in this instant, becoming terrified. Under the living starry sky, the cry of the chains grew clearer. The incorporeal yet boundless power fused with the beam of light coming from the heart lantern of the eyes orifice. It ignored spatial distance, and was nondiscriminatory, as it pierced inside Baze's body.

The interference ability of the heart lantern was not worth mentioning in the face of a power B-rank ability user. But it carried that fantastical and warped power, and this power instantly displayed its effects upon Baze's body.

Baze's reaction was great. His cheeks contorted as the muscles of his body spasmed violently. Yet throughout all this, Baze's lips remained spread open, revealing an ugly and unbridled smile.

Bang! The hard bed beneath Baze split apart inexplicably, sending particles flying into the air. Baze stood up, his feet touching the ground. He staggered a bit, but he still maintained his posture with extended arms and a head held high. He was more like a mad believer than any other.

Actually, this fellow was merely excited. The only thing he believed in was power... power that was his own.

Baze's foundation had been eroded by the chaos element, and he was tormented over and over by the half-baked rules Luo Nan bestowed upon him. His life force was at its weakest. His inner organs, muscles, tendons, skin, and flesh possessed only form; their functions were in disorder.

But in this moment, the fantastical and warped power of the living starry sky came pouring in under the illumination of the heart lantern of the eyes orifice. The warped power of enforcement represented some sort of hidden yet powerful rules of order.

Baze didn't really lack anything, save for a force of order that could conform the chaotic functions of the human body. So, he rejoiced in the internalization of these rules, even when these rules were chains and fences that were hard to break free from.

Anything was fine, as long as he possessed power.

For others, these rules of order represented a prison. But for Baze, it was the hardest backbone, the strongest framework. This was the foundation and insurance he chased after all this time.

Baze staggered a few steps before standing steadily in place. His gaze was sinister, glowing with a faint green aura. He had been held back for over twenty days, and was akin to a hungry and vicious beast that wished to hunt in the wild jungle… with his hunting ground none other than the metropolis outside.

In the next moment, Baze gave the metal door to the sealed room a hard kick. The door frame and the door were smashed out of the wall, flying outside.

There were members of the Order of Justice who were responsible for taking care of him. They conveniently monitored him. But one by one they became as dumbstruck as a wooden chicken. They saw Baze walk out with large strides and hands raised up high toward the ceiling. Perhaps it was toward a realm on an even higher level, but Baze yelled devoutly and madly,

”I praise you!”

Baze was clearly very pleased with the incorporeal yet powerful rules of order. The power he was reacquainted with in this moment made him feel that the price he paid was well worth it.