I Possess the SSS Skill: Future Sight-Chapter 34: Psychological Shock

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Valisera froze in place.

The blue flame still burned in her palm, but her crimson eyes were wide with genuine, rare, absolute shock.

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"What... the hell... is happening to him?" Valisera muttered, astonishment paralyzing her usually sharp tongue.

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She had merely ignited a very small flame of Eitra to scare him.

She hadn’t attacked him. She hadn’t cast any mental spell on him.

She hadn’t even touched a single hair on his head!

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And yet... the monster who minutes ago had been slaughtering FBI agents in cold blood, the killer possessing a terrifying unknown ability... was now lying at her feet, writhing in the sewage like a dying abomination.

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He screamed incomprehensible words, cried with heart-wrenching agony, vomited blood and foam, and slammed his head against the wall in insane hysteria that further cracked his mask and made his forehead bleed.

The scene wasn’t just pitiful—it was grotesque, horrifying, and deeply unsettling.

It was the embodiment of a complete collapse of the human mind.

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"Get the fire away... Morfind... don’t burn them..." he continued to babble and cry, his body convulsing violently until his bones began to crack.

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Suddenly...

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He gasped—a final, deep, choked breath—then stopped convulsing.

His muscles went completely limp, his face fell into the shallow water, and he lost consciousness entirely.

He slipped into a coma forced by his mind as a last defensive mechanism to prevent him from dying of terror.

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A deadly silence filled the sewer, broken only by the sound of flowing water.

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Valisera stood frozen for several seconds.

Was this a trick? A trap?

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But her S-rank senses told her the absolute truth.

His pulse was extremely weak, racing irregularly.

His breathing was shallow.

He had truly collapsed from overwhelming psychological shock.

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Valisera quickly closed her palm, extinguishing the blue flame in an instant, as if she realized it was the cause—despite not understanding the connection.

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The mocking smile disappeared from her face.

She approached him cautiously, ignoring the filth of the water staining her expensive shoes.

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She knelt beside him in the mud, looking at him with a conflicted, complex gaze filled with curiosity and confusion.

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"A mere blue flame made the intelligence’s most wanted collapse like a child?" she thought.

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She looked at his masked face.

The black mask with blue lines had been partially shattered on the left side from repeatedly smashing his head against the wall.

Blood covered the broken side, mixed with bloody foam and filthy sewer water.

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Valisera hesitated for a moment. Orders were clear: capture him and hand him over to the FBI.

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But curiosity—the disease of the strong—overcame her.

Who was this Joker? Who was this monster carrying all this terror inside him?

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She slowly extended her gloved hand.

The air around her grew tense.

She grasped the edge of the mask from below, at the chin.

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Slowly... carefully... she lifted the mask off his face.

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Click... the mask detached, revealing the hidden truth.

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Valisera expected to see a man in his forties, a disfigured criminal, or a mercenary with a face full of battle scars.

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But what she saw... made her breath halt for a moment.

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He was... just a young man.

Barely in his twenties—perhaps even younger.

His face was pale like the dead, his features exhausted, fragile, carrying a faint handsomeness destroyed by constant suffering.

He looked far too young, far too weak, to be that sadistic killer who had terrified the city.

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"This is the Joker?" Valisera muttered, her silver brows furrowing.

"Just a boy?"

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She searched her terrifying photographic memory.

The memory of an intelligence leader who retained the files of thousands of criminals and Awakened.

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Nothing.

She didn’t recognize him.

There was no image of this face in the FBI database.

He was a complete nobody.

A true ghost.

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But... something was strange.

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She looked at his eyes.

They were partially open, but rolled upward completely due to the violent convulsions and fainting.

Only the whites of his eyes were visible, filled with burst blood vessels.

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Valisera slowly extended her index finger, gently touched his upper eyelid, and lifted it to see the color of his iris.

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The eye was still rolled upward, preventing her from seeing the iris clearly.

But at the edge... she caught a glimpse of color.

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A strange color.

An unnatural one.

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"Is it... reddish?" Valisera murmured, leaning closer in disbelief.

"Crimson... perhaps?"

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Yes—there was a faint crimson hue, devoid of any glow or active Eitra since the pupil was lifeless from unconsciousness.

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Crimson eyes? Like hers?

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In the world of Elysium, magical eye colors—crimson, gold, violet—were extremely rare, often tied to powerful bloodlines, terrifying Eitra mutations, or... certain entities.

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Valisera froze for several seconds.

Staring at the broken boy, and that dead crimson color in his eye.

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Suddenly...

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Her expression changed completely.

Curiosity vanished. Indifference vanished.

In their place came intense irritation and suppressed anger.

She was no longer looking at the boy—she was looking at "nothing."

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"Be quiet." Valisera whispered sharply, devoid of emotion.

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She fell silent for a second, as if listening to someone speaking inside her skull.

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"I said be quiet!" her voice rose slightly, her crimson eyes flashing with dangerous anger as she stared into empty space.

"I know what I have to do! Don’t dictate orders to me, you damned parasite! I am not your puppet to control whenever you please!"

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She was arguing... with herself.

Or rather, with something inside her.

A system? A parasitic entity? A demon? Whatever it was, it was ordering her to do something regarding the boy lying before her.

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Valisera exhaled sharply, trying to regain control of her rarely shaken composure.

She wiped her face with her hand and looked at the unconscious Kyle Valter again.

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She returned the broken mask to his face coldly, hiding his features and the crimson color of his eyes.

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She stood up slowly.

She looked left and right through the sewer passage.

She heard faint approaching sounds.

Footsteps of agents searching.

Kerion, Damian, and the others were getting closer.

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"I need to erase him from here before they see him..." Valisera thought.

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She raised her right hand into the air and made a simple tearing motion, as if opening a curtain.

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Zziiip!

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A sound of magical friction accompanied a black tear, its edges glowing silver, opening in the air before her.

It was a small "dimensional gate," an ability extremely rare even among S-ranks.

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She looked at the Joker with feigned disgust at the filth covering him, then lifted him with an invisible force—Gravity Eitra—and tossed him into the black gate like a sack of coal.

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As soon as his body passed through, she closed her hand, and the gate vanished completely, leaving behind nothing but drops of black blood in the water.

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Less than a minute later, flashlight beams appeared from the opposite tunnel.

Kerion rushed in, rifle ready, followed by Damian, who was panting and visibly shaken from the battle above.

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"Valisera!" Kerion called, his eyes scanning the area.

"Where is he? Did you find the Joker? We tracked his blood trail here!"

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Valisera turned to them slowly.

Her expression had returned to its usual cold indifference.

She slipped her hands into her pockets, ignoring the bloodstains in the water beneath her. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

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"I didn’t find him," Valisera lied smoothly, her voice carrying not a trace of hesitation.

"It seems the rat found a smaller hole to slip into. These sewers are full of old branches."

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Kerion looked at the bloodstains near her feet suspiciously. "But the blood—"

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"It’s his, yes," Valisera interrupted lazily as she walked past them to leave.

"He reached here, then I lost his trail. Maybe he dove into the sewage to escape. Either way, I’m not going to keep dirtying my shoes for an unknown criminal. You handle the search."

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She left them behind and walked away, her silver hair swaying slowly in the darkness.

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Damian looked at Kerion, then at the filthy water.

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As Valisera walked, a mysterious, dangerous, and very cold smile formed on her lips.

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The Black Joker was neither imprisoned by intelligence, nor killed.

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He was now in a place known only to "her"... and the damned entity residing within her.