Investigation Report of the Gods-Chapter 142 : Death Row Prisoner Out of Control

Chapter 142: Death Row Prisoner Out of Control
Han Su suddenly opened his eyes. The burning sensation on his body was rapidly fading.
Looking again, the crowd, the limbs—everything had vanished. The scars on his body that could move were still simply there, unchanged from before.
The polluted state had been lifted.
Yet the shock in Han Su's heart lingered. He could feel the mental activity in his mind surging, seemingly elevated beyond what it had been during the pollution.
He carefully sensed it and a shock rose within: "My mental activity increased by 5% during this process..."
Was it the pollution of the painting? Or the burn scars?
Most crucially, Miss Ai had arranged for him to come in contact with this painting, which enhanced his mental activity. That mental activity just happened to activate the mysterious power within the burn scar, and that mysterious power severed the pollution—
Wasn't that...
...a little too coincidental?
And also: there was indeed a hidden mysterious power within that scar.
Just the first stage alone had resolved the ancient painting’s pollution. If fully activated, reaching the second-stage application, what effect might it have?
However, to be able to activate it with his mental activity alone was already rare. Activating the second stage of this scar would likely require leaving the city and using Fisherman’s Chant at full capacity without interference.
...
"Mr. Butcher, can you hear me?"
Just as he was focused in thought, a panicked voice came through the earpiece, mixed with chaotic static.
Han Su was mildly curious and responded softly, "I can hear. What's the matter?"
"Be careful..."
The Squad Captain immediately warned: "There’s been an anomaly in the movement pattern of a D7 member. I ordered him to retreat, but he refused. I fear he..."
"...I need to lock onto them remotely..."
"No good, why is the signal so unstable..."
"Careful, someone has set up a barrier..."
"..."
"Hmm?"
Han Su was slightly startled, and at the next moment, a "swoosh" suddenly sounded before him.
A sharp steel bar pierced through the bookshelf beside him and thrust toward his face.
Han Su’s eyes narrowed. His mental power suddenly focused on his left hand.
As his hand tingled slightly, in the nick of time, his left hand reached out and caught the steel bar.
In an instant, his five fingers gripped it like an iron clamp, halting the steel bar infused with immense strength.
His gaze pierced through the gap in the shelves—and there it was, a tattooed face with ink running down to the chin, bearing a sinister smile: "Little Investigator, tough luck. Someone paid the price of three prostitutes to buy your life!"
It was Jackal!
This D7 member had appeared without warning and directly attacked.
Han Su gripped the steel bar, preventing Jackal from advancing or retreating, and said coldly, "A D7 attacking an Investigator? You guys really are bold."
"Pent-up rage..."
Jackal giggled: "Besides, someone used No. 12 to promise us—if we take you out, we live."
As his voice dropped, his tone abruptly shifted into a bizarre language—it was Zero Sequence Spell No. 02:
『Respond to My Limbs』.
The moment the spell was uttered, Han Su felt the mental power in the air surge tangibly. Jackal’s arms seemed ten times stronger, channeling power into the steel bar, pressing it forcefully toward Han Su’s face.
Han Su narrowed his eyes to shield them from the mentally charged wind.
In that instant, he grasped it: who paid such a high price to convince this D7 to attack him?
No. 12 『In the Name of the Crimson Scroll』—a mysterious power, and any utterance became a binding contract.
"Zero Sequence Spells are that powerful?"
Han Su already knew that standard D7s only learned Zero Sequence spells.
Usually spells like No. 05 『By My Command, Appear in the Light』 and No. 03 『What I Think Becomes the Boundary』, used to repel infiltration or attract pollution.
They were treated like consumables—useful and enough.
But as tasks grew complex, D7s could be granted additional spell numbers.
Jackal now was clearly adept with Spell No. 02. Though Han Su also knew this spell, Jackal’s higher mental activity and sheer strength almost overwhelmed Han Su’s Cross-Shaped Bronze Scar defense.
That left hand had strength exceeding a thousand pounds...
‘No, it’s normal for him to be this strong...’
A moment of confusion flashed by, then Han Su understood.
These D7s had mental activity far above his own—so even Zero Sequence spells manifested stronger effects.
The one truly "cheating" was himself.
Only because the Cross-Shaped Bronze Scar had such high status could he match someone with far superior mental strength.
‘I’m the challenger here?’
Thoughts raced. Han Su could have used Fisherman’s Chant to enhance his left hand—but he didn’t.
Instead, he loosened his grip, let the steel bar fall, then tilted his head, dodging the strike.
“Crash!”
Next instant, Jackal lunged, tearing down the bookshelf. Bottles and jars crashed to the ground. Using the debris as cover, he lunged forward, kneeing toward Han Su’s chest.
His momentum was already fierce, and Spell No. 02 enhanced his physique.
Combined, the knee strike was like a charging iron horse—tremendous pressure.
But Han Su, cold-eyed, spotted a cold glint in the corner of his eye. Another attacker slashed from the side toward his neck.
Sawtooth!
The two formed a pincer, trapping Han Su in a corner.
“You all...”
Facing the pair, Han Su’s gaze chilled. He silently recited Spell No. 01: 『I Shall Enter the Abyss』.
He didn’t use Fisherman’s Chant—but now with heightened mental activity, he seemed to vanish in a blink.
The attackers faltered momentarily.
Then, Sawtooth’s ears twitched wildly. He suddenly slashed to his right.
He had used Spell No. 07: 『I Am the Night Itself』, hearing Han Su’s position from the storage room’s shadows.
Jackal, still airborne, twisted his body mid-air and stomped toward the same location.
But in that instant, Han Su’s left hand flashed like lightning. He grabbed Sawtooth’s dagger-wielding wrist and yanked him into the path.
*Crack!* Jackal’s kick landed squarely on Sawtooth, bones audibly cracking. Realizing he hit the wrong target, Jackal didn’t stop—he drove the force deeper, raising the steel bar overhead.
Yet once Han Su moved, he was like lightning. He shifted Sawtooth’s body aside and pulled back his left fist.
Mental power surged into the fist. The Cross-Shaped Bronze Scar emerged on his hand.
The power of bronze reached its peak. He slammed his fist hard into Sawtooth’s back.
*Crackle!*
The punch landed on Sawtooth’s spine, shattering vertebrae and his whole skeleton.
The force sent both Sawtooth and Jackal flying. They smashed through shelves and bottles, crashing into the wall seven or eight meters away before sliding down.
“Who sent you to attack me?”
Han Su slowly withdrew his clenched left fist, carrying his suitcase as he approached.
“You dare hit my brother?”
Before the two could respond, a furious voice boomed at the door—it was Iron Hook.
Seeing Sawtooth’s crushed back, his enraged face twisted like writhing worms. He muttered a bizarre incantation.
A chilling aura filled the air. Illusory skirts fluttered around him.
His body visibly turned translucent—not invisible, but halfway between existence and nonexistence.
His complexion turned iron-blue, bloodless.
The voice that came from his mouth gradually turned shrill, as if a female ghost had taken over his body.
That ghostly woman possessed him, imbuing him with terrifying malice.
“Sequence Two: Banshee?”
Seeing this, Han Su’s expression tightened.
One of the Disaster Management Bureau’s three great Sequences—and he hadn't even picked one yet, while this D7 had already manifested it?
At the same time, Sawtooth and Jackal, crushed against the wall, struggled to rise.
Their injuries were dire, yet both chanted eerie spells:
『Devil’s Kiss!』
『...』
A Zero Sequence spell capable of healing serious injuries—though with a steep cost.
As they recited it, Sawtooth’s broken spine slowly realigned, torn flesh mended, and blood drawn from their lips retracted—though not what had hit the ground.
In moments, these grievously wounded men were trying to rise, their eyes filled with malice.
One D7 had shown a Sequence Two power—did the other two as well?
An oppressive, tangible danger loomed.
But just before a clash erupted, a sudden *clang-clang-clang* rang out, breaking the heavy atmosphere.
All four turned toward the source—a man with shackles dragging behind him, entering the storage room.
The most dangerous D7 inmate:
The Ripper.