It has been decided that PSI and Eugene agreed on saving the lady. PSI raised his aura, radiating through his hands, bursting into the sky, streaming the presence of a supernatural being.
In a second, his SUI activated. He walked in the sky. The people around were genuinely happy that he's a real human being and that they saw him in real life. Their eyes held tears of pain—and its cure, hope.
He sat down on his inventory, entering the door. One of his legs inside the inventory seemed like it disappeared, but the aura around his body covered the leg.
Farming aura while going his way, he finally reached the city. He heard a sound from a house that looked like a haunted house. The house was dirty and had spider webs all over it. The roof was half open. The house was a little complex. It had a majestic structure, yet it was dirty, old, and needed to be fixed. But anyone in their right mind would choose to buy a new one or build a new one—this one was no longer livable.
PSI stopped at the entrance. He reached out to open the door, but his hands froze right before touching it.
PSI noticed that Eugene was holding his hands.
PSI said, in a relaxed tone, "Why?"
Eugene stayed frozen, looking at his childhood traumas right in front of the door—frozen like a broken vending machine that has everything but is still broken.
PSI returned to his soul form and saw what Eugene was looking at.
Eugene grew up in this house, forced to protect that lady whom they were going to save. PSI saw Eugene's younger self doing all he could all day, trying to clean the house and help the lady, and so on.
But on the other side, he saw the lady turning into a psychopath, scratching her body and face with metal and knives.
She had her life ruined by useless soldiers who raped and robbed her in daylight. She was hopeless, and all this was to take care of one child—and that child was him.
Whenever he sees and understands that, he loses his mind. He can't even control his anger, yet he freezes his body and can't move. After that, no one knows what he can truly do from that point on.
He thinks of revenge... he thinks of killing himself... and thinks, "Why...? I already have the power—I can wipe out the whole army, right...? I can... Why don't I...? But first, I need to save her..."
PSI sighed and snapped Eugene out of his thoughts by saying one line—three words: "You are smarter."
Eugene is the smartest student to ever exist when it comes to alchemy. He has the potential to become the best alchemist in the history of mankind—if he locks in for real.
PSI knew, yet he stayed silent. Eugene thought of killing himself again and again, but he didn't once do it because he believes he is different. He wasn't meant to be a warrior, but a leader of warriors.
King of the fools.
Hearing that, he paused. He breathed in and out. He said, "I have kept my cool fighting against all those monsters. I'm not going to either bail out or lose myself for something that doesn't exist. The past is the past. I'm the smartest, and I... wait. I will take control. Stay put, PSI."
PSI knew that Eugene would overcome his anxiety and his weakness—by himself.
Eugene took over his body. His mind was in shambles, his body burning like flames, but his eyes were cold like a late-night view of the half sun setting—beautiful, yet powerful.
He walked upstairs. Soldiers were standing in the living room. The floor was busted by their attack. One of the largest bricks hanging from the ceiling covered the last stair before the living room, right in front of him.
He couldn't see because of the bricks. He used his grip force and punched the first one away. The second brick covered his face. Everyone saw him—even the lady—but no one knew he was Eugene. Let's not forget that his face was covered by the largest brick.
He had no clothes on his upper body; it was exposed. His muscles contracted, his body becoming even more fit in a V-taper style. This was all because he ate the 13th goblin's heart.
He then held the broken brick, sticking his fingers into it, and lifted such a huge piece. His face was seen slowly as he lifted it up.
The lady was wearing shabby pajamas and was sitting among the soldiers surrounding her. There were five soldiers.
They were playing games around her. "Such a lousy-ass mind," said Eugene as he stepped onto the living room floor.
His eyes glowed bright blue, his pupils half covering his vision, halfway closed. He breathed in and out.
In a second, he flashed right forward to her. Swiftly, as he picked her up, he turned around, and in another second, he returned back to his place, swinging his right leg, rotating with energy glowing over his body.
She didn't know what touched her, what happened, or what was going on—but she fainted. Eugene used his grip force to tap her [research on making someone faint].
The guards, shocked by his speed, paused for a moment. One of them searched the place, shifting his neck here and there.
His eyes landed on the balcony. His legs started shaking as he thought of jumping. He did not care about the consequences of jumping off the balcony. Obviously, in a situation where he couldn't even stand, he would either die or get heavily injured and die later.
But the problem is not about dying—it's about the way of dying. They didn't know how Eugene could take revenge on them.
Eugene knew that humans always fill in the last line. Give them a theory, and they will draw the final line. And that line always comes from their own philosophy—from their own assumptions of the world.
They are cruel people who use power to please themselves—people who are perfectly passive-aggressive. They need this paradox of living, where they think as long as they eat and do whatever they want, tomorrow will be the same.
Yet they learned their lesson way too late. Now each and every one of them had this image of Eugene, who was now planning to torture them to death.
Eugene took fresh poison from the purple goblins and breathed it onto the ground. Just like sprinkling magic, it flowed to their legs, making them paralyzed.
No one noticed what happened to them. He turned around and put her down against the wall near the stairs.
As he checked on her breathing, kneeling down, the soldiers from behind all dashed forward.
He didn't notice.