Black Hand Over the Sky

"Open!"

Although Anthony has no experience of opening a Jing hole for others, he has experienced the feeling himself. As a result, it was easy to open the gin, and the rest was up to him.

After opening the gin's orifice, Antony stood silently by, watching Gin's closed eyes and slightly struggling face, and continued to cheer him up. Gin! You said it yourself, you're going to be the one! Don't die!

As the hours ticked by, Anthony's heart kept rising. Finally, in the eyes of Antony, the gin slowly repossessed the life it gave out, and officially entered the door of the mind.

"Boss, I didn't let you down, did I?" Gin opened his eyes and smiled at Anthony.

Anthony raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Of course, you've never let me down before, have you?"

Anthony thought his own qualifications were good enough, but it turned out that Gin's qualifications were even better. In a shorter time than Anthony can achieve the ability to successfully read the four lines of the most critical hair standards.

"It is a formalized system," Anthony affirmed, looking at the crystallized object in the glass in front of him.

At the same time, Anthony can't help but look at Gin, neurotic, with perfectionist tendencies, really did not expect that Gin would actually be such a personality person, before really didn't notice.

Knowing his own abilities, the next thing he has to face is the development of his own abilities. Antony thought that Gin would ask his own advice, so he prepared several practical development guides. But, contrary to Antony's expectations, Gin completed the development of his thinking ability by himself.

"This is..." Anthony looked at the object next to the gin as it shied.

"It's vodka," Gin motioned, and the object actually greeted Anthony with, "Hello, boss."

"Ok, OK..." Antony did not know what to say. Antony had expected the instrument to be some kind of magical power weapon, but it turned out to be a beast, and a human beast at that.

Looking at the human creature, which, if Anthony's memory serves him right, is his partner Vodka in Conan World. Is it true that only people of the same sex are in true love? Otherwise how come to this world is still obsessed with his partner.

Gin, of course, did not know Anthony's dirty thoughts at this time, and began to explain to Anthony his ability to read: "Boss, I have a vodka. Since I didn't release the vodka, it gave him a sense of autonomy when he came out."

No wonder he looks like a real person. Anthony nods to himself and continues to listen to Gin's commentary. He wanted to see what Gin could do with the creature he had developed on his own.

"My vodka powers are three things: First, you can think of him as my doppelganger. He has all the powers I have, only he has 1/3 of mine."

"Second, he and I can share conditional and limited time. For example, I can see what he can see in his vision within a limited time, and I can share his experience and results as an independent individual. I can even share my position with him. Simply put, we can exchange positions at a limited distance."

"Third, substitute death. If I am in danger of dying, he can substitute death for me."

Gin finished his explanation, and Anthony seemed to know the man before him for the first time. The degree of development of this mental ability was no worse than that of the few tangible things Antony had imagined, and it was worthy of the senior cadre of the mysterious organization.

"Yes," Anthony said with a look of relief, but he was also serious: "Such a powerful ability of thinking, you have to pay a small price."

"Not bad," said Gin, with a look of indifference. "Each time he dies, a certain amount of my life and a percentage of my existing abilities will be deducted. At the same time, I cannot use my mind power again for a year. I cannot summon him again."

"... Tough enough!" Anthony exclaimed, and Anthony wondered, "Why would you even think of setting your abilities that way?"

Knowing that its boss was struggling to develop operational capabilities, Gin said, "Follow your heart."

A sentence of good Buddha-nature, which Anthony considered alone in his room. Heart? What is my heart? What faculties of mind shall I develop?

Power to destroy heaven and earth? Magical and creepy secret prop? These really are my heart... Want what it needs? Anthony was lost in confusion.

I'm not wrong to want to be strong. I'm wrong to want to have the power to destroy the world. But the essence of it all is that I want to protect what I have... My family, my friends, my subordinates, my own dignity!

My heart is actually guarding! Anthony laughed so hard that he almost cried. I always thought... My heart is black!

It turns out that what I have been longing for is possession! Antony understood. Think of the mental power gin had developed, and think of the bloody shadow in his own Mizuki glass. Antony had a direction to develop.

"Boss, you've developed it?" Gin asked, looking at Anthony's face, which had been cloudy for many days, as it finally cleared.

"Good," Antony nodded, and with a wave of his hand a blood-colored list appeared.

Feeling the mysterious atmosphere emanating from it, Gin said suspiciously: "This... Is..."

'Here, sign it! Anthony's hand shook as he held it, and the bloody form opened. It was a large black handprint of strange symbols, with twelve blood-purple Spaces beneath it. A blood-colored pen was drawn from the upright axis of the list, and could not be refused to the gin.

As a system product with 100 percent loyalty to Antony, Gin certainly won't refuse Antony's request. After taking the pen that Antony handed over and filling in his name in the top space, Gin instantly knew what Antony had asked him to do.

As soon as he signed the bloody document, a message entered Gin's mind.

The same thing on this list was a product of Anthony's psychic ability, called the Order of Blood. It has three abilities. First, sharing, everyone who voluntarily signs this blood order can share one of the abilities of anyone who signs it in person. It's random.

Second, the ability to summon, you can summon the person who signed it to your side for help at a certain distance, limited to once a month.

Third, sharing, when you are traumatized, you can share the damage with all the people who signed on it, limited once a month.

Anthony's ability to do this was also limited. The number of blood signatures on the order was limited to 12, and each person had to sign voluntarily, without coercion. Once signed, the name does not disappear until the person who signed it dies. Upon the death of the signer, the Blood Master Anthony is stripped of his current share of life and percentage of power.

Boss, you are such a blatant infringement, really okay? A: The gin is not to be looked at.