Zavi looked at that action with a cold expression. At the same time, he also felt a slight sense of guilt, suspecting that Moreira was the mastermind behind this attack.

  'What? It's impossible for stage 4 to do all of this.' After thinking for a moment, he realized what had happened to that man. Zavi understood a little; the ritual had succeeded. Instead of level one opening, level four had opened, but it lost control.

  Then he calmly stepped closer toward the man kneeling in front of him, occasionally glancing left and right, anticipating the possibility that the man was only pretending and would attack when he let his guard down.

  Zavi's suspicion turned out to be correct. Unexpectedly, there was still one member of the Eistender hunters who launched a sneak attack on him, from behind.

  The man with glasses was startled after realizing his presence. "Don't do that! Otherwise you will..."

  Before he could finish his sentence, his companion hurled a dagger at high speed, ready to destroy his target's body within seconds.

  Only a few inches more and the dagger would have struck Zavi's body. The person holding the dagger smiled, convinced he would receive extra money at the end of the month.

  However, that smile slowly faded when he saw the dagger he had thrown suddenly change direction, and he stumbled forward on his own before the dagger embedded itself into the wall of the building that had previously been crashed into by the man with the bowler hat.

  "Impossible…" The dagger thrower's eyes widened.

  Zavi was surprised, just like the man kneeling before him. The two of them slightly raised their heads, staring at the dagger stuck in the wall, feeling that its design looked very familiar.

  "There is something that makes me curious," Zavi said coldly while pointing the revolver directly at the man's head. "Tell me! Who sent you?" His expression remained the same, cold, but his eyes observed the surroundings.

  "There are five people, a hidden group from..."

  Before he could finish his sentence, and since he had already suspected that the sect would target him, Zavi calmly pulled the trigger, thinking this was the time to complete the requirement for the second stage, and at the same time the third.

  Bang!

  The sound of the gunshot echoed along the street. Activities in the market on the side of the road immediately stopped; people turned their heads, their eyes searching for the source of the sound.

  Some pedestrians across the street, as well as those passing beside him, witnessed the brutal act he had just committed.

  Only then did he realize that there were several people on that street. Whether because of emotion or panic, he covered his face so he would not be easily recognized, then turned around and ran to find a safe place, thinking he had to get out of this district as soon as possible.

  However, his escape did not go smoothly.

  "Terrorist!"

  "Chase him!"

  Those shouts followed him. Even though he knew the man with glasses would not die so easily, the men and women shouting behind him while pointing in his direction greatly disturbed his mind. When Zavi turned into another street, those voices instead became even louder. On the main road at the outskirts of Suwwer Kurs, the warehouse district, residents who heard the shouting immediately reacted.

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  Seeing someone behaving suspiciously, they moved together, intending to capture Zavi to maintain the peace of their neighborhood.

  Around ten people now surrounded Zavi. He was cornered until he could no longer move, and his body was almost touching the wall of the building behind him, thinking he would be captured any moment. However, their effort failed. Their target was right in front of their eyes, so why had they not caught him yet?

  Their movements suddenly became strange, and in the blink of an eye the bodies of the ten people collapsed weakly onto the stones at the edge of the road.

  Receivers Prisoner, level one, Error. Zavi was already able to use his supernatural ability, but he could not control it without the help of herbal potions.

  That should have been very impossible. He indeed could not use that ability, but he also could not control it. So the level four ability of the Prisoner activated uncontrollably whenever someone had malicious intent toward him, restraining two or three of that person's important senses and keeping them inside his pocket watch.

  Even he did not fully understand it. When this happened, he could only feel confused while watching the people in front of him grope the stones on the road like someone trying to escape from a pitch-dark room.

  'Damn, this is... completely beyond reason,' he thought, shocked and doubtful.

  A few seconds after seeing the ten people groping the sidewalk, other pedestrians, including the person who had shouted "Terrorist" at him earlier, came out from the road on his left.

  An unpleasant sight immediately greeted their eyes and minds. Triggered by overflowing anger, those pedestrians and residents ran toward him with the intention of fighting.

  "H-Hey, it's just a misunderstanding," he muttered in panic.

  Then he immediately turned around, jumped over the people lying beneath him, and ran as fast as possible leaving the place. The situation was truly chaotic; his body had already reached its limit. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling after running for about ten minutes.

  In a quiet alley, where large unused warehouses stood surrounded by forest yards. He hid inside a large wooden crate among hundreds of wooden crates scattered throughout the warehouse. His current location was in the southeast of Hava, several kilometers from road 12 in Chapena.

  Holding his breath, his face covered in sweat, he muttered weakly, "Damn. Because of that guy I'm being chased like this. Besides, someone who becomes a Receiver won't die just because of a gunshot wound like that."

  'That man will definitely transfer his wound, and the man who wanted to attack me seemed to be in the same condition,' he thought, as if he was not allowed to rest.

  "Ah… I'm so tired. Anyone, please help me."

  After muttering to himself, he immediately heard a faint sound approaching from the distance, about several meters from where he was hiding.

  His chest rose and fell, his eyes did not blink at all, and his mind suddenly could not work, not knowing what would happen next.

  Duk!

  The sound of something falling was enough to make Zavi's heart pound loudly.

  "Did the crate collapse? Or have those people found me?" he muttered very softly inside the darkness of the crate that was shrouded in darkness.

  Feeling disgusted after hiding for several minutes, Zavi finally came out and walked among the piles of wooden crates surrounding him with slow steps, taking the initiative to check the source of the sound earlier.

  He knew that he was inside a building that had once been used as a warehouse for storing goods from outside during the golden age of Moran City. The warehouse had likely been abandoned for decades, still filled with empty wooden boxes, with some corners already overgrown with shrubs and eaten by termites.

  Not long after, he saw a large door slightly open with sunlight seeping inside. In the middle of it, a black-feathered chicken stood blocking him, a rare species found only on the continent of Chynoria, especially in the kingdoms of Norn and Nessevalius in the northern part of the continent.

  After realizing that the sound earlier came from a group of wild black-feathered chickens searching for food in the warehouse area, Zavi tried to drive the animals away.

  "Shh, shh…" Zavi whispered hesitantly.

  He tried to shoo the chickens away. Actually, not really drive them away; the chickens only regarded his movement as a threat to them.

  Suddenly one of the chickens crowed loudly, its voice echoing throughout the silent building. Then the chicken ran toward him, lowering its head, ready to attack its target.

  "Huh?"

  At a distance of four meters from where Zavi stood, the chicken's body suddenly became limp, as if it had been shot from behind, yet not a single drop of blood appeared, and after that it did not move again.

  Its body was stiff, like it was dead, but it could not really be called dead.

  In the silence of the warehouse, Zavi came back to his senses after what he had just seen.

  "Damn. It seems I know why those people were so strange before," he muttered with raised eyebrows.

  'Why wasn't that man with glasses affected? Could it be that there is one important condition? But shouldn't he have had malicious intent toward me?'

  The Prisoner ability, especially at level four, was currently activating randomly and would attack anyone who had malicious intent toward him. Like the black-feathered chicken earlier, and the ten people who tried to capture him.

  Wasn't that considered malicious intent? The chicken wanted to attack because it felt threatened. The residents wanted to capture Zavi because of the misunderstanding that he had really killed someone.

  After thinking about it carefully, Zavi finally understood. If the supernatural ability he possessed, Prisoner, was truly extremely powerful and dangerous once he managed to unlock all its power from level one to six!

  "I can't control it, damn it," Zavi said in frustration.

  If Zavi drank the herbal potion that increased spiritual energy inside his body, he would gain two advantages. First, his spiritual energy would increase. Second, that increase would allow his body to support the abilities of the Receivers, while also helping him fully control that level one ability.

  At the moment, the torn piece of paper that contained an invitation he had proposed to Moreira was actually meant to seek information about the method and materials needed to create that herbal potion.

  The ingredients of the potion were extremely rare and strange, and the method of making it was known only by a handful of people who understood the intricacies of the supernatural world.

  "Thinking about it endlessly won't help. I'd better search for it myself and carry out the second stage, becoming a true prisoner," he muttered while nodding. "But where is that man now? Should I look for him or return to that house again?"

  Because his head suddenly felt dizzy, and the day was getting late, he finally decided to go home.

  Before doing so, he went to a stationery shop, bought a pen, ink, two sheets of paper, and an envelope.

  He wrote an important message and put it into the mailbox of that house, hoping Moreira would really come after reading the torn piece of paper he had sent earlier.