Chapter 402: A Prodigy? Or an Attention Seeker?

Layer 3 was devoid of Frenzy Beast carcasses now. A weakened River Whale lay on the water, its body shrunk until only skin and bones remained. Its eyes were hazy, its final expression of a man who had been stabbed in the back by his mother. It expressed the betrayal it felt as it closed its eyes—devoid of life.

Standing beside it, Jyorta closed his eyes, relishing the mild pain that showed the growth in his Sync Rate. The Bundle Flea floated on the water, coiled around his legs, gazing at his face as it trembled in fear.

All he did was stand in the place and gaze around. He exerted a formless presence, brought about by the previous actions he committed. It wasn't because he was still unleashing his aura, it was a mental pressure brought about by fame or rather the power he wielded. It was the power of words and information at play.