The sound of the glass balls in the spray paint bottle shaking and colliding is very crisp, which is quite noticeable on this quiet street.

Under the dim street lamp, a young man in a white shirt stands on the street and raises his hand to graffiti on the wall, surrounded by the occasional passerby. Looking at him, there was a hint of disdain in his gaze.

However, young people have been immersed in their own "street art" regardless of this.

Under the strong smell of paint, the blue spray paint continued to adhere to the dark brown brick wall, and a grotesque pattern in the shape of a mouth gradually emerged.

The mouth is surrounded by circles, and there are some special symbols in the space around it, which are strange and irregular, and it is estimated that even the occult experts of this world cannot understand them.

In fact, it's not a thing of this world at all.

Sketched, drawn, tinkered, and the blue mouth pattern was finally completely finalized. The young man in the white shirt muttered a few words of "words" before stepping out of the place.

No one had been paying attention to him, so his departure was not unobtrusive.

But the trace he left behind was quite conspicuous, and under the light of the street lamp, everyone who passed by glanced at the grotesque graffiti to a greater or lesser extent. Then ignore it.

2nd, 6th, 10th......

The night is shrouded, and the pedestrians passing by in this remote part of New York are scattered, and the streets are deserted, a scene of ordinary midnight.

However, it didn't take long for this ordinariness to be shattered.

Not far away, a black couple who were hugging and hugging suddenly began to quarrel with excitement, which eventually turned into scratching and tearing.

A fashionable young man wearing a hood and bowing his head to play a game console didn't know what he saw, so he angrily slammed the baby in his hand to the ground and stepped on it a few times.

The two old white couples who were snuggling up to each other were walking their dogs, but as they walked, the coffee-colored teddy who was led by a rope in front suddenly turned his head and grinned at the two of them, and then opened his calf and bit down the hostess's thigh!

The bitten hostess was furious, raised her fist and hit the originally beloved pet dog, and the dog barked and wailed quite loudly for a while.

The man next to him seemed to be very unsympathetic to this, and after a few words of persuasion to no avail, he raised his hand and grabbed his wife's hair directly, and tore it hard between scolding.

For a while, the old husband and wife, who should have been a very warm scene of walking the dog, became a mess.

All this was seen by the young man in the white shirt sitting across the street, but he smiled lightly at this, and then glanced at the blue mark not far from the scene of the crime.

Mark of Taunt.

People who see this mark will unconsciously breed anger and violence in their hearts, and as long as they are slightly unsatisfactory, all kinds of bad emotions will be aroused.

And those people just now were all passers-by who saw the mark actively or passively.

"It is said that there are psychics who can influence people's hearts just by their patterns, and I don't know how to do it."

The young man thought secretly, with a thoughtful expression.

If a spell doesn't require force attachment and can be effected by a pattern alone, then the magic is more than just a network society.

……

This man, of course, is Charles.

It's been almost a month since I was trapped in this special place called the Illusion Space, and if I were in the normal world, the shuttle time would have run out long ago.

It's just that here he has plenty of time.

Because of this, Charles took the opportunity to start learning the spells of the corpse throne level.

The Mark of Taunt was the third spell he had learned, and it was the first time he had successfully used it.

"What's next? Rebirth ritual? Or is it a soul seal? ”

Absentmindedly watching the growing rage across the street, Charles pondered the question with his chin in his hands.

It's just that maybe he sat too conspicuously on this bench, behaving like a gloating onlooker, and the old man who was picking his wife's hair caught a glimpse of it, and pushed his wife away with a flick of his hand, and then angrily walked across the street towards him.

"Damn bastard, are you watching our jokes? Yes? Is it that good-looking? ”

He cursed as he walked, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to give Charles a hard blow.

In this regard, Charles, who was sitting on the bench, moved his eyes slightly, and did not see him make any other movements, but the old man who came up suddenly trembled, and then his facial features full of anger began to twist!

His mouth was crooked, his limbs twitched, and under the silent gaze of Charles, the behavior of the old man not far in front of him became more and more peculiar, as if he had epilepsy.

This situation quickly attracted the attention of the old woman who was fighting with the pet dog on the other side, so her originally angry expression dissipated, and she ran over quickly in shock.

"Jeff? What's wrong with you, Jeff? ”

However, no one answered her, and by this moment the old man had collapsed to the ground and convulsed violently, and the old woman shook and slapped him in the face of this appearance, looking very anxious.

Charles was still sitting in a chair with his chin propped up, indifferent to this scene, and seemed very cold-blooded.

But in fact, in the face of this kind of "dummy", he really doesn't need to have any sympathy.

After a while, I saw that the limbs of the "sick" old man suddenly cracked, revealing a large amount of flesh and muscles, and his neck suddenly stretched out on the ground of Yambai Road like a giraffe, and after extending five or six meters with his head on his head, he turned back and wrapped around his entire body!

The old woman was frightened by this scene, and she staggered backwards, and the anxiety she had just had turned into fear.

However, this fear did not last long, and the old man who had undergone strange changes suddenly turned into purple smoke and dissipated.

……

He's not a real person.

But it's not just an illusion.

After Charles's continuous observation, he believed that these people around him should be a trace of spirituality from the original real people. Captured by this so-called illusion space and derived into entities.

This can be seen in the effect of the spell he is casting at the moment, called Chaos.

The effect of chaos is to disturb the hidden spirits in the target's body, so that the target will be temporarily thrown into a state of confusion where they cannot control their body.

It's just that the target affected by the spell doesn't have a real physical body, it's just a semi-entity formed by a trace of spirituality and special power, which is why it has become like this.

If it were a real person, it would be impossible for the body to collapse so easily.

After one last glance at the sidewalk opposite, where the blue mark had intensified and people joining, Charles got up and left the bench.

"The Grim Reaper is not strict about the archangel Gabriel, and he is good at more than just telekinetics. Space, time, and the ability to capture spirituality to form a dummy are far more advanced than telekinesis......"

Constantly thinking about it, Charles is becoming more and more incomprehensible to the angelic abilities of this world.

If you want to say how good they are, you can't say at all, but if you want to say that they are not great, look at what this person has done.

Create space, influence time, create objects......

In the world around us, except for the creatures that are fake, the buildings, the space, everything is real!

"Is it his power, or is it the right?"

Charles is speculating here, but he doesn't know that a certain archangel who is the person involved is in trouble because of him at the moment.