I, The Manga Artist, Became the Tragic Overpowered Protagonist

Chapter 2: [First Encounter with the Prosecutor]

　　“Crash——”

　　That door was suddenly slammed open, and in just a few seconds, several metal spheres floated in the air, and at the same time, a group of unfamiliar men arrived.

　　They wore complex uniforms on their bodies, and the light golden halos on their heads illuminated the entire house.

　　The Prosecutors carried various extremely complex weapons on their backs, including what looked like primitive bows/crossbows, as well as extremely modern guns or rocket launchers. The long cuffs covered all the way to the forearms, and tight belts were fastened around their waists, with the Prosecutors' unique work badges hanging on them.

　　The leader was a young man with silver long hair, who had a pair of empty gray eyes, showing no emotion.

　　I subconsciously held my breath.

　　“If I get caught, what will happen?”

　　[Take you back, imprison you, deprive you of the spell seal on your body, and then use technology to change your memory and thoughts.] The System said.

　　This did not sound like any good words.

　　This world had no save points, I only had one life, and I did not want to die yet.

　　While the Prosecutors were still asking Alice for relevant information, I took the initiative to pull up my panel and check my character data.

　　【Name: Howers

　　Age: 14 years old

　　Gender: Male

　　Race: Saman

　　S-level Spell Seal:

　　Lock of Logos (LV.1, Mental Type)

　　·The bound person will briefly exhibit mental obedience, and can bind up to C-level mental vulnerability value personnel

　　·The holder can see the opponent's mental vulnerability value and make judgments

　　Affiliated Faction: None

　　Items:

　　E-level Item: Mercenary's Knife:

　　A seemingly ordinary military knife, the blade has already rusted, showing the long history accumulated on it.】

　　Mental Type?

　　Noticing the small words marked after his spell seal, I felt a slight stir in my heart.

　　[You can understand this as your special ability.] The System noticed my surprise and quickly explained,

　　[Mental type spell seals are very rare, if you fall into their hands, your end probably won't be too good.]

　　“If I have to fight him, what are the chances of success?”

　　[? Host, are you joking? Fight against a Prosecutor??] The System was so anxious that cold sweat was about to materialize,

　　[Did you see the gun at his waist!? That thing is much stronger than a spell seal! One shot from it could turn you into powder!!]

　　“But I have a mental type ability.” I squinted my eyes,

　　“If I can control his thoughts, what are the chances of me surviving?”

　　[The prerequisite for using a mental type spell seal is that your mental strength must far exceed the opponent's, you...]

　　The side effect of the Lock of Logos allowed me to see the opponent's mental vulnerability value. Generally speaking, Prosecutors' mental vulnerability values were around A-level, as could be seen from the surrounding group of Prosecutors.

　　But only this Prosecutor leader's mental vulnerability value was at C-level.

　　And the limit I could control at present was also C-level.

　　This was very abnormal. As the leader of this group of Prosecutors, whether from his job class or his attitude, it should not be C-level.

　　Or was there some other reason for this?

　　“Can I further conduct mental exploration?” I asked.

　　[You can, but C-level is still worth a try.] The System sighed,

　　[You'd better be careful, after all, mental exploration requires physical contact to explore, if the exploration fails, then you're done for!]

　　“I certainly understand.”

　　Since there was a possibility, then I had to gamble.

　　This was also my last chance.

　　“Are you afraid?” Ye was still observing my face, “If you are not that escaped Saman, we won't do anything to you. If you are, then your fear is justified.”

　　“Now, please immediately conduct identity verification. Otherwise, we will use forceful means to compel you to undergo inspection.”

　　The Prosecutor still had an aggressive appearance, and the group behind him remained silent as always, just looking at me with eyes full of suspicion and vigilance.

　　The air froze, and the crisis was on the verge of breaking out.

　　“Afraid? Not really.” I smiled,

　　“Don’t you think this is a bit impolite? Breaking into a private residence, forcibly demanding a body check, is this the quality of Prosecutors?”

　　“We are just following orders to investigate, and according to the City's laws, Dark Alley people have no citizen rights. I feel very sorry about this.”

　　That was what was said, but I did not see any [sorry] emotion on the other's face.

　　It was all just going through the motions,

　　“It seems you don't plan to cooperate properly.” A layer of darkness floated in Ye's eyes,

　　“Then I can only take action by force.”

　　I subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the Prosecutor did not draw his gun, instead directly reaching out to grab my wrist—his movements were extremely fast, and as his hair ends swirled down, an overwhelming sense of oppression erupted at this moment.

　　“Sizzle——”

　　A slight pain erupted at my wrist, and Ye's brain also experienced a few seconds of eerie darkness. His heart was startled, and he subconsciously reached for the gun at his waist.

　　A sense of crisis?!

　　He actually felt this?? How was this possible??

　　Ye's calm heart rarely showed a ripple, he finally looked straight at the boy in front of him, but from his pair of dark red pupils, he saw his own surprised self.

　　At the same time, memories from Ye's mind, countless dense scenes surged into my mind in the next second—

　　A gray-white confinement room, nearly suffocating seamless training, body modification...

　　And, blood.

　　Dark red blood that almost covered the entire field of vision.

　　The impact of such a scene was too great, almost making me unable to stand steady.

　　And at this moment, a deep blue chain silently fastened onto Ye's wrist, the silver-haired youth whose mental barrier was breached only paused for a moment, and the highlight in his pupils dimmed.

　　[Lock of Logos] had been activated.

　　[Host!! Host!!! Are you okay!!] The System panicked,

　　[Wah! You only have LV.1 level mental type ability! Don't overuse it!! It will backfire!!]

　　I curved my lips, but did not respond to the System's panic.

　　I succeeded!!

　　“Captain, are you okay?!”

　　The Prosecutor behind finally could not hold back and asked, but was stopped by one of Ye's gestures.

　　“I'm fine.” Ye answered mechanically,

　　“I need to talk to this gentleman alone, you all stay outside and don't come in.”

　　“Ah... okay!”

　The restless Prosecutors finally retreated, and Ye, under my guidance, took the initiative to enter another room.

　　The binding of the Lock of Logos was smoother than imagined, but suppressing Ye's mental power was not a simple matter.

　　When that heavy wooden door was finally closed, only the two of us remained in the large room.

　　“Answer me.” I endured the twisted intense pain in my brain and asked:

　　“What stage has your capture process for [Howers] reached? Are you capturing other Saman people?”

　　I estimated I could only sustain one question, but it was enough.

　　“Yes, we have locked the range in District 13, and found the suspect.” Ye's voice had no fluctuations, his gaze dull,

　　“Besides Howers, many Saman people have escaped into the City, we will carry out a large-scale encirclement action in the City in one month. Howers is not our main capture target.”

　　Those were my compatriots, my clansmen.

　　That was to say, if I wanted to save this group, the first step I needed to do was to gather those Saman people... at least not let them be captured by the City's Prosecutors.

　　I slowly exhaled, cold sweat had already soaked my forehead hair, and my fingertips were also trembling uncontrollably.

　　My mental power was almost on the edge of collapse.

　　But before that, I still had to issue the last command.

　　“Alright, now leave here, you will withdraw your suspicion of me, and will not mention my matter to anyone.”

　　“Understood.”

　　When the last command was engraved in the other's mind, Ye turned and left the room, and my tightly strung spirit was finally released.

　　I tightly grabbed the clothes at my chest, only feeling that the scene in front of me began to gradually distort, even my breathing became rapid.

　　The mental type spell seal... the consumption on the body was a bit terrifying.

　　“Withdraw.”

　　Ye's cold voice rang out from outside, and the Prosecutors' footsteps also gradually faded away. When that group of Prosecutors completely disappeared, I staggered back, my spine tightly against the wall, somewhat difficultly sliding down to sit.

　　I survived.

　　Although the throbbing pain in my brain was still tormenting me, those needle-like tortures almost made me want to vomit. I breathed in small amplitudes, and at the same time closed my eyes, trying to calm my brain.

　　At the moment of performing mental control, the memories in the other's mind also invaded my brain.

　　The mental control of the Lock of Logos was one-way, so Ye would not bear any mental pressure, and the double pressure would accumulate on me.

　　But this was my life-saving skill.

　　In this world, people without spell seals could only be in a oppressed situation, I had the ability to protect myself, I should feel fortunate.

　　Just LV.1 level could already achieve short-term control, if I could level up, I would probably gain even more powerful strength.

　　I raised my head, that pair of red eyes blankly looked at the ceiling, but gradually became clear and firm.

　　Yes, I had to survive.

　　No matter what, I had to survive in this world.

　　“Are you... okay?”

　　In the silence, the boy's voice rang out from my ear, like a small pebble falling into the lake,

　　I vigilantly raised my head, spotting the person standing at the door, carefully looking at me.

　　That was a boy who looked only a bit older than me, beautiful silver hair tied behind his ear, blue eyes revealing a bit of worry.

　　If I remembered correctly, he should be Alice's brother Ange.

　　“I'm fine.”

　　I subconsciously spoke, but found my throat was excessively dry.

　　“Do you want some water?” Ange picked up the water cup, carefully handed it to me,

　　“I see you look very uncomfortable, do you need to call a doctor?”

　　“No need to call a doctor.”

　　I looked at the other's clear eyes, hesitated for a moment, and still took the water cup from his hand.

　　“I heard the Prosecutors came.” Ange still did not approach me, but stood at the door and said, “They didn't do anything to you, right?”

　　“No.” I shook my head, I sipped a small mouthful of water, and my parched throat felt much better.

　　“Great! I was still worried they would do something to you.” Ange seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, “Then you rest well, tomorrow I'll go to the Black Market to see, at that time Alice will take good care of you.”

　　“Black Market?” I caught the key point.

　　“Your body looks not too good, I want to buy you some medicine.” Ange was a bit embarrassed,

　　“District 13's supplies are very scarce, many things have to be purchased from the Black Market.”

　　[He is talking about District 11.] The System explained,

　　[District 11 is the largest Black Market selling venue, even the City's underground Black Market is inferior by a bit, even the Bounty Hunters' headquarters is there.]

　　“I see.” I understood, and at the same time was a bit troubled, “So troublesome, if there was a holographic map it would be good. Don't you Systems have something like a mall?”

　　[There is, but that has to wait until your manga popularity value comes out to open the mall exchange.] When the System said this, it inexplicably felt a bit guilty.

　　“Tsk, really troublesome...”

　　I did not know when the next node would end, the System seemed not to have mentioned it either?

　　I covered my eyes, eyelashes casting a shadow.

　　“I want to go together.” I raised my head, suddenly spoke.

　　“You want to go too?” Ange was stunned for a moment, “It's not impossible, just... a bit dangerous. Can your body hold up?”

　　“It's fine, you don't need to worry about my safety. As for the body, it will recover by tomorrow.” I said indifferently.

　　“Alright then, see you at seven tomorrow morning. If your body can't handle it, don't force it.” Ange worriedly instructed a couple of sentences, but agreed quite readily.

　　That wooden door slowly closed, and my heart that I had been holding finally relaxed, I wearily leaned against the wall, red eyes half-closed, always feeling a bit drained.

　　There was not much time to rest at all.

　　I had to collect intelligence at the fastest speed, and find a way to leave District 13, heading to the City.

　　The people suspecting me were not just Ye, next time it might not have such good luck.