Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Fren didn't deny it, standing quietly in front of the glass. "I don't want to waste time on meaningless things. Tell me what you want to do."

"No, no, no, this is very meaningful." Oros stood up, barefoot, and faced Fren across the glass.

She has a well-proportioned figure, but her hair is a bit oily.

Tell me, why do you want to 'eat' me?

Because of his aversion, during his time away from Sheringford, Olos would not take the initiative to approach the man in front of him.

Now, Oros wants to see more in this person, but she can't.

From just a few words, her reason and intuition could deduce a great deal. To her, everyone was transparent, and all their thoughts were laid bare. Yet, from the actions and expressions of the person before her, she could glean no useful information.

She observed carefully, but only noticed a fleeting urge to eat.

"Naive," Fren uttered softly. "I'm not Mycroft, nor Sherlock, and there's nothing between us. As a 'dead man,' I'm glad you weren't in my life."

I'm only here because of Mycroft. If you don't have anything that interests me, I'll disappear in half a minute.

"I just wanted to see you, not just a fleeting encounter, but a formal introduction. The moment you came in and greeted me, my goal was achieved." Oros's eyes were captivating as he looked directly at the person opposite him. "I didn't have anything that would interest you before, but now I do."

"I."

Oros pointed to his chest, "Tell me why you want to eat me, and I'll allow you to eat me."

If you consider my value equivalent to your secret, then come and enjoy it.

Flohr paused for two seconds, then said, "A very good deal."

This world is full of monstrous geniuses, so it's not a big deal for Furen to reveal a little of his special abilities. "I can gain a part of your abilities by consuming your past. Romance is a pretty good elemental ability, but Sherlock still only thinks his ability is romance; he's still dreaming."

Sherlock's brain protection mechanism rewrote his childhood memories and deleted the existence of Oros from those memories.

During the period immediately following Fren's adoption, Fren witnessed this process firsthand.

Consciousness is a more unique entity than a hard drive; its contents cannot be completely erased. Sherlock could only replace Oros with something else. Thus, the contents of Sherlock's consciousness palace grew ever larger.

Thus, Sherlock's memories of Oros remained hidden at the bottom of his consciousness palace, even influencing his awakening of elemental supernatural abilities. On the surface, Mycroft represented rational reasoning, while Francessoko's role remained unknown.

Besides Sherlock, Mycroft, Orlos, and Fren all knew this.

"That's what makes Sherlock so interesting. He's like a child, always living in his own world." Oros didn't deny her influence on Sherlock, and she also knew that Fren hadn't lied about eating her.

She knew the man hadn't told the whole truth, but that was enough for Oros. She chose to keep her word: "You can come and enjoy yourself now."

She wanted to see how this man would devour her past.

Of course, Fren wouldn't let such a windfall slip by. He turned and left, finding Mycroft deep in thought in front of the dark screen. "I need the key to that room."

After a brief moment of deliberation, Mycroft handed his umbrella to Fren. At the same time, he pricked his fingertip and dripped the blood onto the umbrella tip.

The key is this umbrella; only your own blood can activate it.

Following Mycroft's instructions, Fren successfully opened the door and officially faced Orlos.

Oros was completely unprepared and stood relaxed in front of Fren.

Fren pondered how one should endure human suffering.

The hardships he had endured before were all related to objects; he only needed to touch the objects and select "confirm consumption" when the identification entry was displayed.

What about that person?

Where to touch?

Furen glanced at Orlos's body, momentarily unable to think of where to start... no, it should be his mouth... but that doesn't seem right either.

"What are you thinking about?" Oros took a step further, reducing the distance between him and Fren to less than a meter, breaking the social distancing rule.

"Your shiny hair means you haven't washed it in at least three days. I'm deeply concerned about the hygiene of the food," Fren said, making a not-so-funny joke, while continuing to ponder which part to 'eat'.

He couldn't help but be cautious, for the little girl Linda, who was somewhere, was also suffering the same hardships that Fren could endure.

But little Linda is only six or seven years old. If Fren makes any moves with his hands or mouth, he could be in serious trouble for at least three years.

Oros took another step forward, grabbing Fren's tie and making him lower his head. She then tiptoed slightly and pressed her lips to his.

She used her professional skills; to be honest, there aren't many professions that resonate with her, and this is her only one.

【The Wanderer】

Or, to put it another way, a beggar, a homeless person.

She has long since changed the nature of this profession, and her professional abilities have also changed.

Like a lone goose on the edge of the clouds, or duckweed floating on the water. It doesn't need to rely on anything, because it is inherently alone and helpless, and therefore, it has no sense of existence.

With this professional ability, she can silently infiltrate other people's minds and then use her talent to change their consciousness.

Mycroft's room and the glass were specially crafted alchemical objects, capable of isolating all supernatural abilities. With just his sight, Oros's powers were reduced to a mere fraction.

Now face to face, she no longer hesitated, wanting to rewrite the life of the person before her.

"Bang!"

Fren covered Oros's cheek with his hand, then slammed him against the wall next to him.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Then two more times.

"A very good ability, but unfortunately it's not very useful to me." Furen shook his head and straightened his tie.

Just like the suffering in objects, the suffering in the human body can be experienced simply by touching it.

Fren straightened his tie and then admired his newfound superpower.

He had just experienced the suffering of being with those he hated.

A mouse hiding in the shadows resents the person who was sitting in the seat that rightfully belonged to it.

Just like the suffering of not getting what one wants, Fren felt no sense of identification with the suffering, because he was the one sitting in that position.

The next moment, as he emerged from the torment, Furen felt someone impacting his consciousness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fren made a move that was almost entirely instinctive.

This is the fist of a powerful man.