I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

"What, Mr. Fu'er, aren't you going to help?"

Looking at Harts who turned into light and sped away, Owens pushed up his glasses and asked with a smile.

"Me? Why am I going to help? Why am I, a C-level hero, running over there to do this? Am I going to deliver him?"

Fu Er shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently:

"Besides, isn't there another guy here who needs special attention?"

Wary, looking at each other.

If you can't beat him or kill him, and you don't have any targeted sealing measures, why should you just let the other party cause trouble?

Of course not!

So when Hartz went to support the front line, the only one who could watch the opponent was himself.

They nodded to each other and already understood their responsibilities.

"So that's it...Also, although now, my life, my existence are tied to the resurrected god, but fundamentally speaking, I am just a weak researcher, let alone A C-class hero, I’m afraid the investigators on the island now can suppress me through force.”

"The resurrected god? Then you are really brazen enough."

Fu Er sneered and looked at each other.

"You just resurrected a corpse. You're like a suture monster, and you're still messing with the gods here? It's really funny."

Sylvia once told him personally that no new gods would be born in this world, and the existence named [Gaia] had long since disappeared.

Through "human" hands.

"What I'm more curious about is, after doing so much and resurrecting a being who was destined to be destroyed, what do you want to do? Don't tell me that you think this thing can destroy the world, or help you re-establish some bullshit order. The age of gods ended thousands of years ago!"

"Then what does it matter? Is it necessary to have a so-called [divine throne] to anchor the existence of gods?"

Owens didn't pay any attention to Ful's question, he just sat on the chair casually and watched the turmoil coming from the sea in the distance.

"I'm just doing an experiment, an experiment that can truly allow me to touch the truth of miracles. As for the consequences and what it will bring, what does that have to do with me?"

He pushed up his eyes, his face was calm, but his eyes were shining with fire.

"To me, this is a cage, Mr. Furr. There's nothing wrong with wanting to break the cage, right?"

"……………………"

Looking at the other party, Fule sighed inwardly, and then silently raised his right hand.

Miraculous rays of light gathered, and familiar weapons appeared.

"It seems that you are what Mr. Clears said, the purest and most fervent group of researchers who pursue the truth."

"Clears?"

It seemed that the name touched something in Owens, causing his expression to darken.

"Oh?"

Looking at the other person's expression, Fu'er seemed to have remembered something, and couldn't help but smile.

"It seems that you also know Mr. Clears? But I have only communicated with him remotely a few times. We are not even acquaintances. At most, we are just acquaintances, but -"

Fu'er looked at the other party with a mocking expression.

"Speaking of which, your application to enter the Atlas Academy was not approved, right? Since you also know this scholar from the Atlas Academy with the name of [Solidization], then you must also know - —”

"My application was rejected by the other party..."

With a smile on his face, he chose the most sarcastic way of playing without hesitation.

"Oh my, what a pity. If the Atlas Academy had approved your application back then, wouldn't it have caused such great harm today - do you think I would think so?"

Walking around Owens, Fule shook his head and said.

"Or is it actually because they saw your true nature clearly from the beginning that they did not approve your application? Or -"

"I just think...you are..."

Fu'er stopped walking, turned his head, and said teasingly while holding on to the battle ax in his hand.

"waste?"

"……………………"

Owens was silent, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again and looked at the other person.

"Do you think I can fall for your low-level provocation?"

"How could it be? How could a big-big-big scientist like you be so stupid as to be provoked by a dabbler like me? But I'm curious——"

Fu Er stuck his head out and stared at the other person.

"How much of a waste do you have to be that you want to pick up unwanted projects from the Atlas Institute and treat them like treasures?"

"…………"

"Oh! I was wrong! Maybe you are right! But since you are so awesome, why are you being mocked by me here?"

"……………………"

"Or? Are you afraid that I have some big killer weapon produced by Atlas Institute in my hand? No, it's not that, I'm just a C-level! What big killer weapon can I use!"

"…………"

"But... is it really necessary to use any big weapon against a rejected waste?"

Obviously, Fu'er could feel that the doctor's mentality in front of him had changed slightly.

Whether it is the heartbeat, respiratory rate, muscle condition of the limbs, or body temperature, they are all significantly active, and then suddenly, they are suppressed?

"You think I can't kill you? Just because you're a C-level hero?"

"Then you're going to beat me? You're riding on my face and you don't even fart. Are you the male protagonist of some sadistic novel? Were you the same when you were rejected by Mr. Clears? That's really— —”

There was silence all around, and the temperature dropped to freezing point.

"waste--"

"boom!!!!"

At that moment, Owens completely exploded.

The disaster that emerged and the pollution that spewed out rose from the shadow under the other party's house, and then swallowed up the entire villa in an instant.

Just this momentary outbreak has laid the foundation for the distortion caused by the disaster in the environment.

The equipment he carried clearly showed the other party's strength.

Distortion value: A

"You know? Before starting an experiment, you always need to do a little disinfection work."

Owens stood up, moved his wrists and neck, and looked at Ful, who was forced back by the disaster, with a gloomy expression.

"If you think that the Harts-like weapon in your hand is your capital to provoke me, I'm afraid your cognitive error is a bit serious."

"Really? Then why don't you do something about it? Are all the guys who were rejected by the Atlas Institute this kind of trash talker?"

"…………"

From the silence, Owens raised his hand and pointed at Ful.

"Mr. Fu'er, there is no regret medicine in the world, neither for me nor you, so-"

The condensed black light is different from the miracles or disasters brought about by the distorted world. What is gathered in Owens' hands is a purer and destructive power.

This is the disaster we have to face when we are enemies of the [World]——

"Die!"

"boom!!!!"

In the torrent of energy, Owens raised his head and tried to see the regret on the other side's face when he died.

But unfortunately, what he saw was still the mocking expression.

As for what Fule is thinking now, it is relatively simple.

ha! Hooked! ! ! !