I am a female swordsman.

If such extraordinary individuals were placed on the main battlefields of the Allied and Axis powers, they would definitely be subjected to targeted air and artillery bombardment!

Calling for fire support from the Mingus underground base is now wishful thinking.

Meanwhile, the two firearms-wielding superhumans, Eri and Fio, capable of creating firepower of equal scale, were being chased by the lightning along with their captain, unable to stop and generate firepower. This is a very serious drawback of firearms-wielding superhumans who focus on firepower: the more powerful the firepower, the more time is required to prepare it, and superhuman abilities often have limitations such as time-limited effectiveness. Superhuman abilities in this world vary in level, but there is no inherent superiority or inferiority. Most superhumans who have mastered their abilities merely stand on the shoulders of giants, mocking them, rather than deeply considering their essence…

………………

The word "outlier" was created out of the blue.

Concentration camps, special systems, secret police.

Eric was Jewish, a Jew raised in Germany. Growing up in harsh and discriminatory environments, especially in places like concentration camps, can produce both great men and monsters. As a teenager, Eric had not yet developed a clear understanding of whether he was a great man or a monster.

But after all, he was an extraordinary person who had emerged from a concentration camp, and Eric had already developed a vague understanding of this.

Guided by this inexplicable emotion, he consistently used his abilities to sabotage Nazi concentration camps and release those who, like him, had suffered persecution.

In a completely accidental situation...

Eric learned about the Mingus base, a Hydra site, from the rescued prisoners of war. His enemies were likely hiding there, and Eric had been trying to sabotage the Mingus base with his own power. However, the Mingus base was heavily guarded and staffed with numerous superhumans equipped with standard gear; a wild, unaffiliated superhuman like himself couldn't possibly cause any significant trouble.

But perseverance pays off!

The Allied forces have attacked! And with a steady and powerful momentum, they have forcefully broken into the Mingus base!

Eric knew his chance had come!

However, before he could even implement his plan, the audacious magnetic superhuman youth was forcibly pulled from his hiding place by a pair of delicate, boneless hands. A pair of clear, scarlet eyes calmly observed the stubborn Eric, and Huang Quan seemed to understand something.

"Who are you!?" Eric panicked when he realized that his magnetic superpower had been suppressed to a very low level in an instant by the white-haired, red-eyed woman beside him!

Superhumans who have lost their supernatural powers often behave very poorly.

It can be compared to a normal person suddenly going blind or losing a leg, or even worse!

Clearly guided by the world's consciousness, Huang Quan had no intention of introducing herself. She gave Eric a deep look that sent chills down his spine before placing him beside her.

"I am a crow, follow me, see with your eyes, and think with your head."

This is a minor side quest, I suppose.

After sensing certain changes downstream in time, the World Consciousness, seemingly instigated by some unscrupulous entity, decided to have Huang Quan, who was undergoing a spiritual transformation, act as a teacher. In the World Consciousness's view, the downstream intelligent life, with its brilliant, resilient, and perfect mind, was the best mentor.

As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words.

Let Eric, this intelligent being whose fate is entangled too much, open his eyes and witness this ideological battle that will determine the course of time and history!

Huang Quan's attitude was very clear.

How much this little brat can learn from the third-tier mind depends on his own destiny. In any case, Huang Quan made no promises, and her actions are equally narrow-minded and backward in the eyes of those whose vision is limited to their time.

Chapter 41 Sword Points to the Soul

Phantom.

This was young Eric's ignorant assessment of the raven. The white-haired woman, after suppressing him and demanding his obedience, made no further moves. Of course, she didn't need to; with his magnetic superpower suppressed to its lowest point, Eric was no different from an ordinary teenager.

Having lived in the concentration camp, Eric had long since learned what patience meant.

Because the Jews who lacked resilience and patience had already died in the concentration camps.

But what happened next left Eric, who was trying to escape, feeling helpless and bewildered. Everyone else in the base ignored him and Raven, even rushing past them right next to them without noticing.

Stealth?

Mind suggestion?

still is……

However, what chilled Eric the most was that neither he nor the raven showed any trace of supernatural power! To create such an illogical scene without using any supernatural power was simply absurd for someone with supernatural abilities! It was like a scientist witnessing the sudden collapse of a edifice of physics!

Eric sought answers from the underworld with his eyes.

This phenomenon, which was beyond his comprehension, was actually quite easy to understand. The world consciousness was supporting Huang Quan, and this support was multifaceted. In some worlds, phenomena like Huang Quan's support from the world consciousness were collectively called: Celestial Position! However, Huang Quan's Celestial Position was somewhat special; she only possessed this state in this world. If she lost the support of the world consciousness, Huang Quan would revert to a state of complete self-reliance!

Simply put, this is something Eric can't learn...

Therefore, Huang Quan did not offer any explanation.

As the two seemingly wandered aimlessly around the Mingus base, a constant rumbling sound emanated from above. It was clear that the battle between the Justice League and the Hydra was intensifying, with sections of the battlefield even collapsing due to the fighting.

Because of the chaos, Eric also had the opportunity to witness some scenes that angered him.

Mingus Base is the Hydra's stronghold, naturally housing prisoners of war and captured Jews. Besides being used as laborers day and night, these people are primarily used as subjects for human experimentation. The Hydra will inevitably consume a great deal of materials in their research on the Super Soldier Serum.

This phenomenon undoubtedly stung Eric's heart.

Anger, fear, and deep resentment made Eric unable to suppress his emotions. He unconsciously clenched the coin in his palm, his emotions gathering deep in his blue eyes, brewing a terrible storm.

"Were you mistreated by the Nazis?" A pure mind is like a bright mirror, reflecting everything.

Although Huang Quan's head wasn't knocked back, within her incredibly precise range of perception, very little could deceive or escape her senses.

Huang Quan's sudden voice startled Eric.

"!!" Eric's face immediately turned from pale to flushed red, as if struck at his weak spot. He felt that this woman was deliberately poking at his wounds. In fact, after completing her spiritual transformation, Huang Quan had long since transcended the base pleasure of building her own happiness on the suffering of others.

Eric subconsciously touched his wrist.

There was a string of number tattoos there, an indelible mark left on his body by the concentration camp.

A look of understanding flashed in Huang Quan's scarlet, clear eyes.

“I once had someone who could barely be called a disciple, and his experience was very similar to yours. But what comforted and moved me was that he was not consumed by hatred and lost himself, but instead lived a brilliant life. I saw a lot of superficial and impetuous things in your heart, but I didn’t see what I was looking for. To be honest, I’m a little disappointed.”

Unfortunately, not everyone can withstand the onslaught of pain and hatred and live a life free from the constraints of hatred.

"You mean I should give up hatred?"

Eric, caught up in his emotions, sneered, thinking that Raven was just talking without understanding the situation.

“Giving up and not being enslaved by hatred are two different things. Have you thought about what you will do after you vent your hatred?” Huang Quan, who was refuted, became a little interested. She hadn’t had time to study Kaneki in the ghoul world, but now that a ready-made material on psychological changes was in front of her, she had no reason to refuse it.

"I……"

Faced with Huang Quan's hoarse and steady voice questioning him, Eric couldn't help but fall into confusion.

If he were to kill the Nazi leader who had killed him, what kind of life would he choose in the future? Would he live a life of luxury and glory, or one of ordinariness and mediocrity, or perhaps... make the world tremble with awe? Eric had never considered this. His young and immature mind was consumed by hatred, and now the words of the forerunner standing before him were as sharp as a sword, piercing his heart with inescapable force!

"Don't rush, just keep walking with me."

As Huang Quan walked ahead of Eric with her back to him, a meaningful smile curved her lips. She realized that she seemed to have found another mirror.

In fact, Huang Quan could have used more drastic methods to fulfill the World Consciousness's request, such as forcibly destroying Eric's mental defenses with a third-tier mind, letting him experience the dazzling glory of his third-tier mind's pursuit. However, this approach involves a moral bottom line. The more powerful Huang Quan is, the more he understands the preciousness of lawful morality. This overall evolution from disorder to order is very likely related to the secrets of the future.

Eric, bewildered, followed in Huang Quan's footsteps.

At first, he was thinking about how to escape from this terrible creature, but now that thought had vanished. Instead, he tried to understand the crow's thoughts and his own, drawing upon his experience and knowledge gained from concentration camps, wandering, and escape.

Only extraordinary individuals can lead humanity to change the world.

Once the idea appeared, it spread like wildfire and took over Eric's mind!

After some initial thought, he opened his mind to try and confront the crow. The process went very smoothly; Eric's mind entered the third level of the Yellow Springs without any obstruction. Immediately, his face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed to the ground as if he had suffered an epileptic seizure!

Huang Quan did not retaliate passively.

He simply opened his mental barrier to Eric, and the constant, tearing pain of magical energy that Huang Quan endured was naturally reflected back into the unfortunate fellow's mind. He couldn't even last a second; the sudden reception of this sincere heart nearly caused Eric to lose consciousness from the excruciating pain!

It wasn't until this moment that Eric understood something...

This woman, named "Crow," endured inhuman torture while harboring an intense desire to destroy everything around her. He could hate the Nazis, but who could she hate?

Chapter Forty-Two: Bold Ideas

Huang Quan scoffed at Eric's naive idea.

"When you think that superhumans are superior, have you ever thought that there are even more superior eyes watching your monkey show?" The child's innocent ramblings and fantasies would naturally make adults laugh. Huang Quan stopped and smiled at Eric, her gaze unprecedentedly inorganic.

It's like looking at a bottle cap or a piece of burlap.

An NPC.

This look sent chills down Eric's spine, because in some concentration camps, Nazi officers herded groups of Jews into the gas chambers like pigs, and they looked at him with almost the same gaze.

Eric, somewhat lacking confidence, roared loudly at Huang Quan.

"The extraordinary are the highest! We are all brothers and sisters, and we should unite..." This melodramatic shout eventually turned into a stubborn whisper, revealing Eric's lack of confidence. Faced with the interrogation posed by the third-tier mind of the Underworld, whose intent was to strike at the very soul, Eric was utterly powerless to resist.

"Is this all the concentration camp taught you?" Huang Quan's calm expression revealed neither anger nor disappointment.

"..."

Eric's lips twitched, stung once again. He'd discovered one of Raven's traits: her words always pushed one's patience to the limit. Sharp as a blade, leaving one speechless. Eric had just tried to unleash his magnetic supernatural power when, to his dismay, he discovered the suppressive force had become even stronger!

The third order represents a qualitative change.

Huang Quan's third-tier mental power can easily suppress an extraordinary being's manipulation of the world's phenomena. Such natural suppression based on tier is not uncommon, especially among extraordinary powers of the same type. To directly reduce a second-tier extraordinary being to near nothingness—this ruthless mental suppression is truly exaggerated…

They resumed their unhurried pace.

In the silence, Huang Quan suddenly realized something: he had made a mistake.

That meant getting Eric to understand her way of thinking, but Eric had his own way of thinking, and this method wouldn't be effective without enough time. Unfortunately, what she lacked most right now was time, and Huang Quan felt she should try a different approach.

"Why don't you just tell me what to do?" Eric said, somewhat annoyed.

"I will tell you the solution, but not now." Huang Quan had a bold idea, but before he could implement it, he first had to correct Eric's arrogant notion that superhumans were superior beings!

………………

Support from global consciousness is not a panacea.

Huang Quan and Eric were eventually discovered. When the Sandstorm Queen noticed the anomaly in the sand's disturbance, the hazy barrier in her mind immediately dissipated.

This caused the Sandstorm Queen, who was currently engaged in a fierce battle with Little Red Riding Hood and the Black Witch, to show a strange expression.

The momentarily distracted sand lost its deadly threat, and in the blink of an eye, a high-powered jet of fire shot from the tip of Little Red Riding Hood's scythe, narrowly missing the Sandstorm Queen's cheek before flying through the air! At the same time, a blade gleaming with a deadly cold light kissed the Sandstorm Queen's throat! Rose and Black's ability to seize the opportunity forced the Sandstorm Queen to turn her attention back to them.

"It's time for the little girl's lively tea party to come to an end!"

The scattered, flying sand instantly coalesced, obstructing and obscuring the long blade's edge, forcibly suppressing its sharpness. With a swift movement, a volley of sand, like fearless soldiers charging forward, slammed Black against the wall! The next instant, several sharp spears materialized and shot through the air towards Black's vital points!

Clang! Clang!