The glass balls in the spray paint bottle shaking and colliding, and the sound made was very crisp, which was quite obvious on this quiet street.

Under the dim street light, a young man in a white shirt stood on the street and raised his hand to graffiti on the wall. Sometimes pedestrians passed by. The eyes of him looked at him were more or less contempt.

However, young people ignore this and have been immersed in their own "street art".

Under the strong smell of paint, blue spray paint continued to adhere to the dark brown brick wall, and a weird pattern in the shape of a mouth gradually emerged.

The mouth is surrounded by circles, and there are some special symbols around the gaps, which are strange and irregular. I guess even the mystic experts in this world can't understand it.

In fact, this is not something from this world at all.

Outline, draw, tinker, and the blue mouth pattern was finally completely fixed. The young man in white shirt walked away from here after muttering a few "words" in a vague way.

No one has been paying attention to him, so his departure is not abrupt.

But the trace he left was quite conspicuous. Under the street lights, everyone passing by more or less glanced at the weird graffiti and ignored it.

Two, six, ten...

Night is shrouded in the night, and the pedestrians passing by in remote places in New York are scattered, the streets are deserted, and an ordinary midnight scene.

However, not long after, this ordinary thing was suddenly broken.

Not far away, a pair of black couples who were originally hugging each other suddenly started to quarrel with excitement, and eventually turned into scratching and fighting.

A fashionable young man wearing a hood lowered his head to play the game console didn't know what he saw, and angrily threw the baby in his hand to the ground and stepped on it a few times.

The two old white couples who were snuggling each other were walking their dogs, but as they walked, the brown Teddy who was being led in front of them suddenly turned around and grinned at the two of them, then stepped on their limbs and bit them hard at the hostess' thigh!

The bitten hostess was furious, and swung her fist and slapped the originally popular pet dog. For a moment, the dog barked and howled loudly.

The male owner next to him seemed to be very unbearable to this. After a few words of persuasion were fruitless, he raised his hand and grabbed his wife's hair, and ripped it hard while cursing.

For a moment, the old couple should have been walking a dog very warmly, and it became a mess.

All of this was seen by the young man in white shirt sitting across the street. At this, he smiled softly and then looked at the blue mark not far from the crime scene.

The Seal of Shamana.

When you see this mark, you will unconsciously breed anger and violence in your heart. As long as you feel a little unhappy, all kinds of bad emotions will be triggered.

And those people just now were passers-by who took the initiative or passively saw the mark.

"It is said that there are psychics who can influence people's hearts with just patterns, and I don't know how to do it."

The young man thought secretly, his face as if he was thinking.

If the pattern alone can take effect without the need for force attachment, then the role of this spell in the online society will not be the only one.

...

This person is naturally Charles.

Almost a month has passed since I was trapped in this special place called the illusion space. If I were in a normal world, the shuttle door would have been exhausted.

But here, he has plenty of time.

Therefore, Charles took the opportunity to learn spells at the level of the throne of the corpse.

The Seal of Shaman was the third spell he learned, and now it is the first time he has successfully used it.

"What should I learn next? The rebirth ritual? Or the soul seal?"

Absent-mindedly watching the increasingly violent scene across the street, Charles thought about this problem with his hands on his chin.

But maybe he was sitting brightly on this bench too conspicuously, and his behavior was like a gloating passerby. The old man who was pulling his wife's hair glanced at him in the eyes, and then he swung his wife away with a slight move, and then walked over the street and towards him.

"Damn bastard, are you watching us jokes? Ah? Is that good-looking?"

He cursed as he walked, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to give Charles a cruel thing.

In response to this, Charles, who was sitting on the bench, looked slightly moved, and he did not see any other moves, but the old man who was walking up suddenly trembled, and his angry facial features suddenly began to twist!

The mouth was crooked and the eyes were slanted, and the limbs were twitching. Under the quiet gaze of Charles, the old man who arrived at the middle of the road not far in front of him became more and more special, as if he had epilepsy.

This situation quickly attracted the attention of the old woman opposite who was fighting with the pet dog, so her originally angry expression suddenly dissipated and she ran over quickly in shock.

"Jeff? What's wrong with you Jeff?"

However, no one answered her. At this moment, the old man had collapsed and twitched heavily. Faced with this appearance, the old woman shook and patted him, looking very anxious.

Not far away, Charles was still sitting on the chair with his chin on his back, his eyes full of interest, and he was indifferent to this scene, and seemed very cold-blooded.

But in fact, in the face of such a "dummy", he does not need to have any sympathy.

After a while, the old man who was "diseased" suddenly cracked his limbs, revealing a lot of muscles, bones, blood and flesh. His neck suddenly stretched out like a giraffe on the ground of Youbai Road. After pushing his head for five or six meters, he then folded back and wrapped around his entire body!

The old woman was so scared that she stepped back. Her anxiety had been left behind, but she looked frightened.

However, the fear did not last long, and the old man who had undergone a strange change suddenly turned into purple smoke and disappeared.

...

He is not a real person.

But it's not just an illusion.

After Shire's continuous observation, he believed that the people around him should be a trace of spirituality of the original real person. They were captured by this so-called illusion space and derived entities.

This can be seen from the magic effect he casts at this moment called Chaos Sword.

The function of the chaos technique is to disrupt the spirits hidden in the target's body, so that the target can temporarily fall into a state of chaos that cannot control the body.

But the target affected by spells does not have a real body, but a semi-entity formed by a trace of spirituality and special power, so it becomes like this.

If it is a real person, the body cannot collapse so easily.

He thought in his mind and finally glanced at the sidewalk opposite. After the scene of people joining the scene because of blue marks, Charles stood up and left from the bench.

"The God of Death is not rigorous in the record of the Archangel Gabriel. He is good at not only the mind power. Space, time, and this ability to capture spirituality and form dummies is much more advanced than mind power..."

As he kept thinking, Shire was increasingly unable to see through the angel abilities of this world.

It would be impossible to say how powerful they are. If you don’t say that they are, look at what this person has done.

Create space, influence time, create objects...

In the surrounding world, except for the creatures that are fake, everything in buildings and space is real!

"Is this his ability or right?"

Charles was still guessing here, but he didn't know that some of the archangels who were involved were in trouble because of him.
Chapter completed!