One-Eyed Monster

Many were stunned by Igor’s command.

Not to mention the meaning of the phrase ”Ocean Devouring” in his order, just Igor’s tone was enough to astonish them.

How could a young boy speak such composed and profound words?

How could a young boy speak with such force?

How could a young boy so confidently command everyone present?

How could a young boy remain so calm, responding so appropriately in such a critical moment?

All these questions swarmed everyone’s minds. Seemingly insignificant, they all pointed to a simple truth: inexplicably, Igor possessed the aura of a leader.

This was truly unbelievable.

Most people wore expressions of disbelief; they couldn’t accept this reality—or, more accurately, they didn’t want to.

Although the Great Mentor was also surprised, he felt more of a pleased satisfaction. It was one thing if others didn’t understand, but he himself had to. Though he felt a slight regret about his earlier intention to create a miracle for Igor, Igor’s rapid progress still stunned him.

Leadership qualities weren’t something everyone could easily master; they required both talent and a certain temperament.

Igor, though he appeared sturdy and somewhat simplehearted, didn’t seem to possess the sharp charisma typical of a leader.

But appearances could be deceiving; they didn’t determine everything.

Moreover, as things had developed to this point, experience no longer played a crucial role. Its impact had diminished, serving merely as a minor reference.

Igor’s face was taut; he was clearly no longer the naive boy from before. He understood the current situation and was determined to lead everyone out of the cave safely.

The maturity Igor displayed at this moment truly belied his age.

However, these seniors didn’t feel anything was out of place. They were entirely receptive. In contrast, the preceding period of silence had left them momentarily at a loss. Now, suddenly receiving a command was like being revitalized, as if going from a withered state to one full of vigor.

Even though the command came from a young man, they didn’t hesitate in the slightest.

Igor issued his commands swiftly and decisively, with the air of a seasoned veteran. ”Senior Kuren, Senior Joseph, go and assist the Great Mentor. He’s being suppressed by the enemy’s Spirit Power and needs relief.”

”Senior Sol, you will accompany me in the Inner World. The enemy is launching a Spirit Attack; his vast ocean is currently rushing towards us with great momentum. We need to find a way to stop it!”

”Alright!” Stan Sol replied, concise as ever. He had always been able to grasp Igor’s intentions—something he’d come to appreciate after interacting with him.

”Senior Yuga, we will still need your Healing Technique during this time.”

”Alchemist, we’ll need your Berserk Potion to make us go Berserk at the crucial moment.”

”And to all other seniors, please maintain your Spirit Power output. We leave together this time, and together we must also break through that massive net.”

No one questioned Igor’s methods, nor did anyone step forward to refute him. Igor commanded them like a true leader, and everyone followed his instructions, proceeding in an orderly manner.

Master Guzan felt considerably less pressure than before. Igor’s assignments might have seemed unremarkable, but he enabled everyone to utilize their unique strengths. Except for Estev, who had lost an arm and whom Igor hadn’t given specific instructions, he had arranged everything perfectly for the others. The detailed division of labor clearly showed his thorough understanding of their abilities.

And Igor had only met these people a short time ago. To demonstrate such understanding despite having just met them—this Igor truly was remarkable.

The younger generation is truly formidable, the Great Mentor mused inwardly. While he focused on how to counteract the enemy’s Spirit Power suppression, Igor’s arrangements had Kuren and Joseph promptly channel Spirit Power to him. As a result, he could already slowly move his limbs.

The Great Mentor quietly conveyed the message he had prepared to Igor. He now trusted Igor completely, even feeling that the young man might bring him more surprises.

”When we go out, suppress your Spirit Power. Don’t let the enemy detect us. The large net he laid has already identified us; he’s now preparing to confirm our location,” the Great Mentor conveyed silently. He transmitted these crucial points to Igor in time through Spirit Communication, as he was still unable to speak.

”Understood, Great Mentor! Thank you for the reminder; I nearly overlooked that detail!” Igor replied with genuine sincerity, for he truly had missed that point.

He had forgotten that this entire Spirit Attack was the enemy’s Inner World Spell. The enemy had full control, confident in their ability to devour everything because they possessed the power of a master controller. Fortunately, the enemy was unaware of the World Setting Technique; otherwise, they would have been thoroughly thrashed.

Igor’s method for their escape was far from simple. He concealed everyone and then cloaked them all in a new guise. The exit was blocked by a Blade Array. To deceive the enemy, he disguised everyone as blades. These illusory blades then moved about together, maintaining their appearance as ordinary blades, a highly effective deception.

As the one leading the way, Igor gently stomped his foot. The Blade Array, which had just been unsettled, swiftly returned to its original form. The Spirit Lock on this safe room is truly a formidable mechanism, he thought.

Currently, Igor could only use Spirit Resonance to break this Spirit Lock. He was still slowly trying to find the right rhythm.

However, this time he couldn’t stomp with his usual force. This was because he was now linked to Kadi via the Ant Connection Spell, and the Spirit Power of the numerous seniors was also connected to him. Any movement from him meant everyone moved. Thus, he only needed to make the slightest motion.

Once he found this rhythm, the existing Blade Array would shatter, and their Illusion Images would sow confusion as the array disintegrated.

One stomp, two stomps...

Igor felt a slight tremor from the Blade Array.

So, he quickened the rhythm just a little.

CRASH! Just as Igor had imagined, the entire Blade Array collapsed with a deafening sound. He led everyone slowly out of the cave, his movements perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the disintegrating array. To a casual observer, it would merely look like a pile of blades scattering everywhere with a great CLATTER, like a mountain of blades toppling over.

The surroundings hadn’t changed much, and the collapse of such a ”blade mountain” wouldn’t arouse suspicion.

Clearly, Igor had successfully led them all out of this place.