Otaku Translation: I! Anomaly Cleansing Agent! C165

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Chapter 165: A Trick Need Not Be New, Just Effective

“Kid. Gun.”

“Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.”

As Leon was rapidly extracting information with the help of the black goat, a golden-haired guard who had been unconscious near the door suddenly drew a nail gun from his waist and fired four shots at Leon’s head, forcibly interrupting the interrogation.

Golden hair? Could someone from really join the rebels?

Leon blocked all four nails using the shield of the . Observing the distant guard swiftly reloading the gas canister and aiming again, Leon frowned slightly, sensing something amiss. Instead of targeting the guard's head, he redirected an invisible spike toward the nail gun in the man's hand.

“Crack.”

A sharp metallic sound rang out as the newly loaded gas canister exploded instantly. The rapid expansion of compressed air sent the guard flying backward, slamming into the wall behind him.

“Damn it.”

Glancing at the broken air duct of his now-useless nail gun, the golden-haired guard cursed under his breath. He hurled the weapon toward Leon before collapsing, eyes rolling back.

At the same moment, another guard hidden in Leon’s blind spot rose abruptly, drawing his own nail gun and firing four more nails at Leon’s head.

“Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.”

So, that person from House Lion was merely being controlled, not the second rebel’s main body. The second rebel must have some ability to forcefully manipulate others.

Turning his head after hearing the shots, Leon glanced at the scattered nails and the distant guard still firing at him. He took a deep breath, feeling cold sweat break out on his back.

No wonder remain so high. Facing off against people wielding bizarre leaves absolutely no room for carelessness.

If I had simply killed the golden-haired guard outright with the Sacred Spirit Pendant, I would’ve mistakenly killed an innocent person under control. And if I’d let my guard down prematurely, assuming the threat was neutralized, those unseen shots from the blind spot would’ve taken my head clean off.

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Damn it. His ability is so annoying.

Watching Leon stand calmly within his invisible shield, observing the surroundings with a furrowed brow instead of reacting to the gunfire, the controller of the golden-haired guard gritted his teeth in frustration.

After emptying the guard’s entire magazine without breaking through Leon’s shield, he switched to another body, continuing the assault from yet another blind spot. Eventually, even before the first shot left the barrel in one body, he’d already switched to another, pulling the trigger in rapid succession. The relentless barrage of gunfire nearly merged into a single continuous roar.

But alas, no matter where he fired from—even from those impossible-to-see blind spots—he couldn’t penetrate the invisible “shell” surrounding Leon. Every single one of the hundreds of nails was deflected, none coming within half a meter of the target.

How could he possibly be killed?

Seeing the dwindling number of potential “hosts” in the hall—most of them unarmed—the second rebel reluctantly lowered his nail gun.

No wonder fell to this man. His ability, though brutally straightforward, offers both offense and defense, far exceeding the capabilities of ordinary firearms.

If it were a surprise attack, I might have found a way to ambush him. But with him prepared, my ability is completely countered.

Giving up? Then it’s my turn.

When the gunfire ceased, Leon turned to the distant middle-aged guard who had voluntarily stopped shooting. With a calm expression, he asked:

“Tell me, is your true body nearby?”

“…???”

Here it comes. That lethal interrogation method.

Upon hearing Leon’s question, the middle-aged guard jolted in alarm. He immediately resumed firing, switching bodies to continue the assault, hoping the deafening gunfire would drown out Leon’s devilish questioning.

Unfortunately, even this brief delay allowed Leon to obtain the answer he sought.

“So, your true body is nearby.”

Turning to another guard behind him, Leon disabled his nail gun, silencing the ear-splitting gunfire. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he continued:

“Is your true body inside the hall?”

“Not in the hall? Then somewhere in the estate? Outside the estate perimeter?”

“Neither? Then in the core building area? Near the main building? Close to the hall but not inside it?”

“If close to the hall… What does your true body look like? Male? Fat? Thin? Elderly? Young?”

“…”

With each unhurried question, the faces of those controlled by the second rebel grew increasingly terrified.

Even when he switched bodies and lay motionless, feigning unconsciousness, Leon’s steady stream of questions persisted, only slightly slower.

It felt as though a ferocious tiger was peeling away layers of wrapping around him. Each question stripped away another layer of disguise, reducing the protection between himself and the predator’s jaws.

At first, he only heard the tiger’s voice. As more layers were peeled away, he began to feel the powerful press of its claws. Gradually, he seemed to smell the blood on its breath and feel the jagged teeth grazing his goosebump-covered neck through the last, paper-thin layer of protection…

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“Close to the hall but outside it—a young man, thin, short in stature?”

Summarizing the answers he’d gathered, Leon tilted his head thoughtfully before a look of realization spread across his face.

“To enter the but not the hall… Your disguise must be that of a servant or attendant, correct?”

“I recall seeing a shorter attendant earlier, responsible for carrying the footstool when we disembarked from the carriage… Was that you?”

“…”

He knows. He knows who I am.

Realizing his true identity had been exposed, the rebel—tormented by the tightening noose of pressure—finally snapped.

“Devil! You devil!”

A trembling, plump woman near the doorway suddenly leapt up, shouting tearfully at Leon before collapsing once more.

Simultaneously, in Leon’s soul vision, a terrified soul fled the hall like prey pursued by a predator, diving into a new body before sprinting madly toward the estate’s exit.

Never again. I’m never coming back.

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