My Ability Pool is Superior

Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~

The sound of countless propellers rotating converged together, like the Yama’s soul-chasing order to seize lives, making one’s scalp numb involuntarily.

Looking up, one would find the sky almost entirely occupied by densely packed drones, with no way to escape.

The drone swarm had directly entered combat stance, diving and shooting in batches one after another.

One wave could easily cause over a thousand casualties.

No matter how fiercely the civilians’ wrath burned, they were merely flesh and blood mortals; a single bullet was enough to take a person’s life.

The crowd fell one patch after another like harvested wheat, blood instantly staining the ground.

If struck in a vital spot, dying on the spot was still the better outcome.

What was worse was being wounded but not killed, screaming as one fell to the ground, watching helplessly as one was trampled to death alive in the chaotic crowd.

It was not that no one resisted.

In fact, some civilians who had seized weapons from the armed forces were also aiming their muzzles at the sky, attempting to fight back.

Given the density of those drones in the sky, they could indeed shoot down a few, but before they could celebrate, they would soon face precise strikes.

Moreover, the most frustrating thing about unmanned equipment was that no matter how many drones you shot down, it was essentially just causing the enemy some industrial product losses, whereas if you were hit, you would pay with your life.

The bargaining chips on both sides were completely unequal; in this situation, even a fool knew to run first.

As a result, the civilians’ counterattacks became increasingly sparse, with most people just scattering and fleeing.

Screams rapidly replaced the wrath at an extreme speed.

Facing such brutal killing efficiency, no matter how intense the crowd’s emotions were, they were inevitably cut off at the waist.

Killing was indeed the easiest way to control the situation.

But the drawbacks were equally obvious.

Such indiscriminate killing would only ignite even greater wrath—or rather, resentment—afterward.

“Damn, who gave this order? So ruthless?”

Feng Yixuan stood on the rooftop, smacking her lips in amazement.

Li Shan had no extra mood to sigh; he was just busy contacting his superiors.

Lu Bai had restrained his usual smile; at this moment, he was focused on observing the area with the most severe chaos.

He was certain that this chaos was absolutely not spontaneously organized by the civilians.

Even during the civilian relocation process, such trouble was likely to occur, but normally it wouldn’t escalate this fast.

They had just returned to the surface and didn’t even have time to familiarize themselves with the environment—how could they riot so hastily?

Moreover, if it were only ordinary civilians, the riot would be nipped in the bud as soon as it showed signs, unable to spread into such a wildfire-like momentum.

So the question was.

Where was the black hand behind the scenes?

After all, the last time Lu Bai came to the surface, he had contact with those so-called Mona Warriors.

In his view, if there were no accidents, this chaos was caused by those Mona Warriors.

Thanks to the convenience of Load Game, Lu Bai could easily identify the identity and ability of Death Fighters; Mona Warriors, those Death Fighters with three or more abilities, stood out to Lu Bai like beacons in the night.

However, as he scanned the surroundings, he found no existence resembling the black hand behind the scenes; there was no one in the crowd with any abilities.

As for that guy with the floral arm tattoo, he didn’t even have a single light spot representing an ability on him—clearly just a human loudspeaker.

“Not here.”

Lu Bai shifted his gaze to the outskirts of the forward base.

The black hand behind the scenes wanting to cause trouble shouldn’t be too far away.

“Deputy Captain Lu, what do we do now?” Feng Yixuan was even planning to head straight to the most intense conflict area and unleash a Lion’s Roar Skill.

“I’ll step away for a bit.”

Lu Bai didn’t respond to Feng Yixuan; he just tossed out this sentence, then took a step forward and instantly disappeared from the spot.

He was not a superhero who would let the troublemakers go for the sake of saving people.

He preferred to directly resolve the people creating the problems.

If the black hand behind the scenes was still observing the situation near the forward base, Lu Bai had enough grasp to drag them out.

……

The dense forest outside the forward base.

“I admit your action has caused considerable trouble to the forward base, but the official side of humanity has clearly gotten serious now; these ignorant sheep alone can’t dismantle this forward base.”

One of the Mona Warriors asked with interest: “You plan to just watch like this?”

The White-Robed Monar Warrior said leisurely: “Isn’t this enough? With so many people, it’s impossible to kill them all; there will still be quite a few lucky ones who survive by chance. The spark of resistance has already been planted.

Even if the City Association eventually suppresses this resistance, with such an intense lesson, do you think those high-level officials among humanity will continue to trust these bottom-level civilians?

Obviously not, right? When it comes to their own vital interests, the rift between classes that cannot be bridged will only grow larger; at that time, we just need to give a gentle push…”

He was not flustered; even after slowly smoothing the wrinkles on his sleeves, he continued: “…a conflict far more intense than this chaos will unfold as scheduled. Perhaps it won’t even require the Lord to personally step in—humanity will destroy itself.”

The Mona Warrior standing beside him had his arms crossed, one index finger tapping lightly in a pattern: “That really is worth looking forward to.”

After a moment of silence, that Mona Warrior suddenly seemed to think of something and asked: “What about the guy who offended the Lord? Haven’t you considered it?”

“Clever Malphite? Didn’t the Lord’s decree mention that we are not allowed to deal with him on our own?”

“But I want to try.”

“You want to defy the Lord’s will?”

“Of course not. Can’t you tell? The Lord thinks we Mona Warriors are no match for Murphy.”

The Mona Warrior’s tone carried a bit of emotion: “But we are the bravest and most loyal warriors under the Lord—how can we leave the objective that should be ours to resolve to the Lord himself? This would make me ashamed to continue living.”

Hearing this, the White-Robed Monar Warrior widened his eyes, completely unexpected that his colleague was so loyally unyielding.

Anyway, the White-Robed Monar Warrior had no intention of confronting Lu Bai; he was loyal too, but actively seeking death held no meaning to him.

He chose his words carefully and said: “Based on the current intelligence, Murphy seems to have a means to seize our abilities.”

The Mona Warrior stopped his finger tapping and clenched his fist: “So what? I would rather dedicate everything I have to the Lord.”

Hearing this, Lu Bai couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder.

“Although I can understand the Convert’s Fanaticism mentality, loyalty to this extent is truly rare.”