Chapter 92 Heated Encounter  

Sitting on the ground, I couldn't find the words to express my shock. I'm fully aware that my abilities and physical stats were already way above average. But, the fact that I had been knocked to the ground after bumping with him indicated that his stats were even higher than mine. This realization left me feeling vulnerable and unsure of how to react. "Hey…," I spoke, intending to confront him, but the moment our eyes my voice seemed to vanish. His eyes were dark and filled with a menacing presence, more intimidating than the gaze I could muster when I activated Faker. He simply looked at me, but an inexplicable sense of urgency surged within me, telling me to distance myself from him as fast as I could. It was a strange feeling. After all, I possessed a system that granted me the power to control minds, and my combat abilities and stats had reached a level where I could easily take on 5-7 thugs at once. So why did I feel so threatened by him? The mysterious man then turned around and walked away in complete silence, seemingly ignoring me. However, my curiosity got the best of me, and I felt a strong urge to use my skill to uncover his identity. "Mind Eye," I muttered to myself.

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Name: ??

Age: ??

Level (46)

Overall Stats :??

Strength: ??

Agility: ??

Stamina: ??

Endurance: ??

Intelligence: ??

Charisma: ??

Status : ??

Suggestion Chance :??

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"Level... 46?" My heart nearly leaped out of my chest at the sight of his level. This was beyond the realm of normal humans, it was scary. Even that woman police officer who could take down thugs effortlessly didn't reach this high level. Suddenly, as if he could sense my gaze, he slowly turned around and locked his gaze onto me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"Damn it, did he sense me using my skill?" I cursed aloud, frustration and fear coursing through me. My body felt like it had turned to stone, refusing to move for some inexplicable reason. I was overwhelmed by a deep sense of fear as I considered using Faker to confront this overwhelming pressure .But something inside me warned against it, like an instinctual alarm screaming in the depths of my mind, cautioning me that using my power could lead to severe consequences. *STEP! freёweɓnovel.com

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He slowly walked towards me, every step echoing ominously in the tense atmosphere. Sweat began to pour from my forehead as my anxiety intensified. It was truly baffling how his mere gaze had the power to instill such fear in me. I couldn't help but wonder if I was even looking at a human being at that moment. Can normal humans even reach this level ?

"I need to get up," I muttered to myself, mustering every ounce of willpower to force myself to stand. I knew I had to defend myself. Despite my trembling knees, I couldn't afford to show weakness. I knew I still had another skill in my arsenal that could double my agility. I needed to find a way to use it and make a run for it. Engaging in a fight with someone of this level was out of the question; for all I knew, this guy could easily kill me with one punch.

"Stop!" I commanded.

[Suggestion : Failed ]

'I figured as much,' I clicked my tongue in annoyance. It was obvious that someone of such a level had a significant resistance to my skill. "Brat, which family are you from?" The mysterious man asked.

"Family?" I responded with confusion. What was he talking about? I couldn't help but wonder if he was trying to learn my name, possibly with bad intentions of tracking me down later. I stayed silent, unwilling to reveal my last name to a stranger. I knew better than to announce my identity to the world, especially in this age of digital technology where personal information was just a click away. "Weird, I felt someone trying to probe me, but I can't sense anything from you. Is there someone else here?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, seemingly puzzled by the situation. He then turned his head, scanning the area in search of someone else. "It was me," another person joined, stepping out of the dark alleyway near the building. He, too, was dressed in a black coat, but it had a more modern look, resembling a jumper jacket. His short wavy black hair and dark eyes gave him an air of mystery, and he casually held a cigarette between his lips. "Hey, leave that kid alone," the newcomer chimed in, walking slowly toward us.

"You know," The mysterious man began with a sly grin, "it's not very respectful to go poking around like that. Or are you hoping to bait me into a fight?" His words dripped with provocation as he looked at the newcomer. "I'm willing to play with you for a bit, but the police are on their way," the newcomer replied casually, seemingly unfazed by the mysterious man's presence. "I'm sure you don't want them on your tail, do you?" "You think I'm afraid of the law?" The mysterious man sneered with contempt.

"You might not be afraid of the law, but you should be afraid of 'Them'," the newcomer retorted.

"Interesting," The mysterious man chuckled before turning away and leaving the scene.

As I watched him go, I couldn't shake the feeling that our paths might cross again in the future, and that next time, things might not be as simple as this. For starters, I let out a sigh of relief after escaping from that situation. It had dawned on me just how powerless I am. If I wanted to prevent something like this from happening again, I needed to become stronger. "Kid, you better head home now. This place can be pretty dangerous. And next time, try not to stare at strangers too much, or you might end up in trouble," the newcomer advised before walking away as well. Damn it! Why do I feel like I'm just a minor character who was saved by the main protagonist ?

"I hate this feeling," I muttered, clenching my fists in frustration.