Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C92

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Leon’s erratic maneuver left the policewoman momentarily stunned. But when she thought about how this might be her last chance to investigate the incident from long ago, she clenched her fists tight several times before finally relenting. With a grimace etched onto her face, she accepted the uneasy partnership with the "scoundrel rebel" and spoke.

"Just write 'assistance in investigation'... And say, are you really in field ops? You're going to the Lion's residence too? What exactly are you planning on doing there?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions. It’s all classified information. Don’t go poking your nose where it doesn’t belong."

After snapping back at the policewoman, Leon felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He quickly scribbled on the reassignment form, then stuffed it into her pocket without ceremony. Gesturing toward the female prisoner pinned against the wall of the carriage, he made his first request.

"Loosen your grip a bit. Let me see the bandage on her wrist."

???

Although puzzled by Leon’s intentions, the policewoman noticed that he only extended a single finger, seemingly just wanting to touch the bandage. Without resisting, she slightly relaxed her hold on the prisoner’s arm.

"Zzz…"

[Name: Plague-Infected Bandage (Decay, Healing)]

[Appearance: An old, blood-stained bandage, with the gauze at its center still caked with dark brown dried blood. A faint salty smell can be detected upon close inspection.]

[Ability: Can actively wrap around any living target, draining their vitality and causing rapid decay and death. However, when used correctly, it can also heal all external injuries up to the level of "amputation."]

[Cost: Unbearable pain will shoot through the user’s groin area upon activation, rendering them almost unable to walk.]

[Record: Taken from the corpse of a soldier who died from his wounds. Every strand of cotton in this bandage has been soaked with the bitter tears of the soldier’s wife.]

[Evaluation: Bloodstains born of protection, yet the deceased’s wishes remain unfulfilled. Overflowing with hatred, these tears continue to torment the living soul.]

[Contamination Value: 1.1]

"…"

Another “dual-property” anomaly?

After reading through the description of the bandage’s abilities, Leon couldn’t help but furrow his brow, sensing something peculiar. Just like [Spirit Dwelling], the two abilities of this bandage seemed unrelated—almost completely opposite.

And judging from the record and evaluation, the "creator" of this anomaly wasn’t just the deceased investigator; it likely included the female prisoner as well.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the husband’s desperate will to survive and his love for his family must have given rise to the bandage’s healing properties.

As for the source of the decay ability, it was probably fueled by the woman’s deep-seated hatred and her desire to make her enemies suffer the same agony her husband endured before his death.

Though the process seemed “logical,” most anomalies were born from pure and extreme emotions.

And purity meant simplicity—it was rare for an object to simultaneously embody both “love” and “hate.” For such conflicting emotions to coexist required both to be intensely strong and balanced. This should have been exceedingly uncommon, yet this was already the second such item Leon had encountered.

So… could this somehow be connected to that Aquarius Director again?

Following this nagging sense of familiarity, Leon leaned closer, lowering his voice as he asked tentatively:

"Tell me—have you ever met someone with perpetually furrowed brows, piercing eyes, and downturned lips, as if forever trapped in sorrow?"

They really did know! Upon hearing Leon’s question, the female prisoner’s expression stiffened. Recalling how the bandage’s power had suddenly failed, she finally confirmed her earlier suspicions.

There was a traitor within the organization. And this wasn’t just any ordinary turncoat—their position might even be higher than hers. Perhaps one of the core members who had also gained powers.

Damn it. Who is the traitor?

…

Though the prisoner gritted her teeth and remained silent, offering no response, her so-called staunch resistance was meaningless in front of Leon, who possessed Soul Vision.

Well, looks like she really did come into contact with him? So that Aquarius Director is still creating anomalies?

Watching the prisoner’s soul flinch in panic after his question, Leon took a deep breath, instinctively tightening his fist, and pressed on:

"How did you meet him? Did he approach you?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"So, he did approach you."

Having gleaned the answer from the reaction of her soul, Leon’s brows knitted together once more. Ignoring her alarmed expression, he continued sharply:

"Tell me. Is it just you who has ties to him, or is it your entire rebel group?"

"I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Wait… aren’t you interrogating her? Isn’t that my job? Then why am I even here? As Leon and the prisoner exchanged rapid-fire questions, the policewoman standing nearby grew utterly confused and couldn’t help but whisper: "Leon… what exactly are you…"

"Don’t interfere. Just keep her steady."

Glaring at the policewoman to silence her, Leon turned back to the prisoner. Seeing her soul remain unchanged this time, he paused briefly, then rephrased his question:

"If neither of those answers is correct… then not many people in your group know about him or have seen him, but there definitely are some who’ve received powers from him, right?"

"…"

Still baffled by how she’d slipped up on the previous two questions, the prisoner decided to clamp down entirely, refusing to utter a word lest her tone or demeanor betray her.

However, despite her silence, the turmoil brewing in her soul revealed the truth to Leon.

"So, there really are some who’ve encountered him… How many? Very few? Not too many?"

"…"

"I see, not too many… Tell me, do people like you add up to fifty? Thirty? Twenty? Ten? More than ten, right?"

"?"

"Less than fifteen? Twelve? Thirteen? Oh, so it’s twelve."

"??"

Twelve whole individuals?

Rapidly deducing the number of people who had gained anomalies based on the fluctuations in the prisoner’s soul, Leon’s heart raced as he pressed on: "What level are those people at? Are most of them stronger than you?"

"???"

"So they’re all stronger than you… How many are stronger? Three? Five? Seven?"

"..."

He’s one of them. He’s one of those people. Even though she hadn’t said a word throughout the interrogation, she had unwittingly exposed all the intelligence. Realizing this, the prisoner, on the verge of breaking, finally understood what she was up against.

She didn’t know how he managed it, but as long as she lived, it seemed impossible to keep any secrets from him.

"You bastard, just die already!"

With a hysterical scream, she wrenched her arm hard enough to dislocate it, throwing her upper body backward and smashing the back of her head into the policewoman’s chest. Her body arched violently, slamming forcefully into the iron wall of the carriage.

"Bang."

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