Chapter 2011

A mutant? Perseus frowned. He had heard of the mutants in Ebrea before, but he hadn't expected Alfred to bring them up. What was going on?" Perseus chuckled. "How powerful could they be?" His gaze swept over Davy, who had passed out from the pain, and the twenty or so security guards kneeling in a straight line. They might have looked like ordinary guards, but they were actually veterans. How could they be deemed as powerful when they were so weak? Alfred failed to catch the mockery in Perseus' tone and earnestly began explaining, "I've seen a Thunderwrought mutant grasp high-voltage cables with his bare hands. An Emberborn mutant once created blue flames in his palm just to roast a sweet potato." Perseus interjected, "I'll give you a chance to call for backup. Have your fellow mutants come teach me a lesson." There was no urgency on his part. The so-called opponents before him had already surrendered before the fight had even begun, leaving him without an outlet for his fru