Bab 241: System Plague

A floor of bright-red laser bullets traveled down the hall of the ship, prompting Vincent to raise his hand to activate the personal shield stemming from his wristwatch.

"Primitive," Vincent mocked.

The spherical shield of light-yellow energy absorbed the impact of the non-solid bullets. It was as his consciousness finally began adjusting to the new digital body he inhabited in his visit to the intergalactic realm did he find himself naturally adjusting to the mechanics of it as well.

"Shift: Reflect."

While the bandits continued spraying their bullets desperately, the white-haired man altered the properties of his shield, causing it to deflect the impacts back to the invaders.

"Argh!"

"Gah—!"

The varying species of the invasive space pirates were blown with holes, burning through them in the deflective counter. All of the figures occupying the hall were taken down by their own blasts, laid out and gasping for air.