Dokai charged forward.

His over-three-meter body almost transformed into a grayish-black streak across the ice-covered corridor. The soul drill on his right hand spun at a terrifying speed, grinding the air into distorted vortexes. The grotesque crab pincer on his left hand opened up. The countless fangs inside collided with each other, clicking, as if just being clamped by it would result in one’s soul being chewed apart.

Elith stood beside Morie, her dark red eyes contracting.

Her spider silk had proven one thing very clearly.

Material silk could not lock down Dokai’s soul-form limbs.

If he truly charged in front of the door of room 2705, even just letting that drill touch the defensive structures around the door, the situation would certainly become extremely troublesome.

Outside, Thunder Dragon also sensed the danger. It lowered its body. Its purple-black scales stood on end. Thunder electricity began to coalesce around the two small horns on its head. As soon as Morie gave the order, it would immediately launch a new attack.

But right at this moment, Morie suddenly smiled.

A very gentle smile.

Not insane.

Not forced.

But a kind of quiet confidence so calm that it made others feel chills down their spine.

Elith was slightly startled, unconsciously turning her head to look at her.

"Morie?"

Morie didn’t look at Elith.

Her jade-green eyes still stared intently at the Dokai charging in on the screen. The azure light reflected in those eyes, making her usually cold expression now display a rare hint of sharpness.

"It’s fine."

"It’s fine?" Elith frowned: "That thing is charging at us."

"I know."

"Then why are you smiling?"

Only now did Morie tilt her head slightly, the corner of her mouth still holding that smile.

"I was just running an experiment."

Elith was silent for a moment.

Then her gaze became even more puzzled.

"Experiment?"

"Mm." Morie calmly said: "Using Psionics and the Titan race’s innate gift simultaneously truly consumes a great deal of energy. Especially when I’m standing inside the room, only controlling the two hands outside through the screen. The distance, the angle of view, the reaction lag, the energy structure... all of it greatly increases the consumption."

Morie’s voice was very soft, but extremely steady.

Not at all like someone being pushed into a corner.

More like a scholar who had just completed an experiment, finally confirming the result she wanted.

Elith looked at her, her pupils trembling slightly.

Only at this moment did she notice something.

Morie was no longer sitting in her wheelchair.

She was standing.

Her two slender legs stood straight on the ground. Her petite body was enveloped in azure Psionic light. Her platinum hair fluttered slightly in an invisible current of air.

In previous Chapters, when Morie had still been confined to that wheelchair, her aura had been like a cold jewel placed inside a glass case. Beautiful, precious, but fragile.

But it was different now.

She stood there, not tall, nor with the muscular build of close-combat warriors, but the aura emanating from her body was so heavy that those beside her felt as if they were standing before a massive gate that had just opened from a primordial era.

Ancient.

Heavy.

Dignified.

This wasn’t the aura of a frail girl who had just learned a power.

This was the aura of a Titan.

Morie slowly raised her right hand.

"I understand now."

The moment her words rang out, Morie’s body began to change.

From the back of her hand, lines of red-orange began to appear, like lava flowing beneath her pale skin. Those veins spread along her wrist, her arm, her shoulder, then crawled up her neck and collarbone, forming ancient patterns like the script of a race buried by history.

Not blazing hot like ordinary fire.

Not erupting like real lava.

It silently flowed.

But the more silent it was, the more dangerous it felt.

Elith unconsciously stepped back half a pace.

Not because she feared Morie.

But because the instinct of a powerful creature was warning her that the girl before her was no longer at the same level as before.

Out in the corridor, the two massive Psionic hands also simultaneously changed.

On the surface of their transparent azure glass, lines of lava color slowly emerged. They ran along the palms, spread across each finger, flowed into the joints, like Titan blood being pumped into those two massive hands.

The air around the two hands suddenly grew heavy.

They were clearly still Psionic energy.

But the feeling they brought had completely changed.

Before, those two hands had been like weapons controlled by Morie.

But now, they seemed like a true part of the body of an invisible Titan standing outside room 2705.

Dokai charged in.

His soul drill tore open the layer of cold aura, ground apart the remaining patches of spider silk, his speed so fast that only a fierce grayish-black streak was left behind.

But the very moment he was about to charge into the area in front of room 2705’s door, the two Titan hands disappeared.

No.

Not disappeared.

But their speed suddenly increased so much that the naked eye could almost not keep up.

BOOM!!!!

One hand grasped down.

Dokai’s soul drill was tightly seized within the palm.

The sound of grinding rang out ear-piercingly.

The countless faces flattened on the surface of the drill simultaneously distorted. They opened their mouths, screaming in silence. Layer after layer of soul tentacles were crushed into gray smoke. The drill still madly spun, trying to bore through the Titan hand, but the lava veins on the palm lit up, directly forcing the rotation speed to slow down.

Right after, the other hand struck horizontally.

BANG!!!!

Dokai’s torso was tightly seized.

The soul-form crab pincer on his left arm had only just opened, hadn’t yet had a chance to clamp down, before being squeezed within the five Titan fingers. The fangs on the crab pincer bit into the Psionic fingers, but this time they couldn’t crush the energy structure as before.

Each lava vein ran across the fingers.

The fangs on the crab pincer were ground apart.

The soul tentacles were squeezed against each other, then dissipated into gray smoke.

Dokai struggled.

His entire body twisted. His soul-form limbs tried to transform into an intangible state to escape as before. His material body also contracted in a grotesque way, his bones emitting cracking sounds, as if he wanted to break himself apart to escape from the two hands gripping him.

But it was useless.

The two Titan hands still gripped him tightly.

Not loosening at all.

Not wavering at all.

The lava veins on the Titan hands lit up, like red-hot nails driven straight into Dokai’s soul, pinning him in the middle of the corridor.

Dokai didn’t speak.

He didn’t know how to speak.

What remained inside his body was no longer human consciousness. No longer reason. No longer thought. No longer even clear desire.

Only the combat instinct of a wild beast.

Only the distorted obsession controlled by the final bond with Millan.

Because of this, his reaction was very simple.

Struggle.

Bite.

Drill.

Tear.

The soul drill madly spun in the palm of the Titan hand, creating volleys of grayish-black and azure sparks. The crab pincer tried to open, but was squeezed to the point where the gaps between the teeth shattered. The tentacles in Dokai’s mouth extended out, charging toward the hand squeezing his neck, but as soon as they touched the lava veins, they were burned to the point of contracting.

That scene threw the entire chat channel into chaos.

[Room 117 – Oran: Caught... caught it?]

[Room 804 – Sana: Didn’t the spider silk fail to touch him? Why did those two hands catch him?]

[Room 221 – Kuro: That’s no longer ordinary Psionic energy. It’s been reinforced by some kind of bloodline.]

[Room 606 – Garland: That’s not right... those two hands weren’t weak before either.]

[Room 411 – Vera: What do you mean?]

[Room 606 – Garland: She was running an experiment. From the start, it wasn’t that she couldn’t catch that monster. She was testing its reactions.]

[Room 330 – Owl: Catching a soul creature in a single burst of speed? What kind of ability is this?]

[Room 905 – Hellen: How many monsters does room 2705 have? Rover, Thunder Dragon, that spider girl, and now this Titan girl too?]

[Room 712 – Bardo: Is she Rover’s Tenant?]

[Room 606 – Garland: If a Tenant is already this strong, then how strong is Rover right now?]

[Room 19 – Mikan: I feel... we’ve always been underestimating room 2705.]

Ordinary people only saw Dokai being caught.

But Survivors with combat experience saw something far more terrifying.

From start to finish, Morie hadn’t been pushed into a passive position by Dokai.

She had been testing.

Testing Dokai’s reactions.

Testing the limits of the spider silk.

Testing the level of interaction between Psionics and souls.

Testing how high the energy consumption would be when controlling things from afar through a screen.

And when she finished her experiment, a monster that even many high-level Survivors found hair-raising had been seized by those two massive hands like an insect.

The atmosphere in room 2705 also fell silent for a moment.

Elith looked at Morie.

For the first time, she truly reassessed the girl before her.

Before this, Elith knew Morie was intelligent. She also knew Morie had Psionic ability and a Titan bloodline. But knowing was one thing. Seeing with her own eyes Morie use absolute power to firmly lock down a half-soul existence like Dokai was another matter entirely.

Morie didn’t pay attention to Elith’s gaze at all.

She only looked at Dokai on the screen.

Then her right hand slowly clenched.

Out in the corridor, the two Titan hands also began to clench.

Crack!

Crack crack!

Dokai’s body emitted cracking sounds.

His material muscles were squeezed into deformation. His ribs twisted. His flesh split open. The thick grayish-black liquid flowed from within the cracks down onto the ice surface.

But the part more severely damaged was his soul.

The tentacles forming his limbs were crushed layer by layer. The faces inside the tentacles distorted, broke apart, dissipated into gray smoke. The soul drill on his right hand tried to spin one more time, but the Titan hand squeezed hard, directly grinding the head of the drill apart.

BOOM!

A large patch of soul exploded into smoke.

Dokai struggled even more violently.

His entire body twisted like a beast caught in an iron trap. The more he struggled, the tighter the two Titan hands clenched, as if they were squeezing his entire deformed existence back into a single point.

Looking at this scene, Elith’s voice lowered.

"You plan to kill him?"

Morie didn’t immediately answer.

She looked at Dokai, her gaze calm to the point of being cold.

To her, Dokai right now was no longer a complete person. He was a danger. A thing that could destroy their defensive line. A variable controlled by Millan or guided here to steal the reward from room 2705’s hands.

If it were normal circumstances, Morie wouldn’t hesitate.

Anything that threatened this room, threatened Rover, threatened those who belonged to room 2705, should be eliminated.

So she only said very softly:

"If no one speaks up, then kill him."

Elith didn’t object.

She had no reason to object.

Dokai just now had not had any intention of stopping. If not for Morie being strong enough, that thing could have ruined the entire situation they had laboriously built.

Showing mercy to such an existence was no different from suicide.

The Titan hands continued to clench downward.

The lava veins glowed brighter.

A grayish-black point of light gradually emerged deep within Dokai’s chest. It didn’t resemble a heart, nor an ordinary energy core. It was a chaotic mass of souls, wrapped around by countless invisible chains. Within it, a faint flicker of light seemed to be trembling.

Morie saw that point of light, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"So that’s the core..."

She raised her hand.

The two Titan hands began to redirect their force.

No longer crushing the entire body.

But concentrating to press straight toward that soul core.

As long as she crushed that thing, Dokai would certainly die.

Or at the very least, the existence in this world named Dokai would completely vanish.

But right before the Titan hand crushed down, Morie suddenly stopped.

Elith frowned.

"What is it?"

Morie still looked at the screen, her voice very calm.

"I’m waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

Morie didn’t answer.

But just a few seconds later, a private message frame appeared before her.

The sender was Millan.

Looking at that name line, the corner of Morie’s mouth lifted slightly.

Not a smile of joy.

But a cold smile, as if she had foreseen everything.

She opened the message.

[Millan: Stop your hand.]

Just two words.

No greeting.

No explanation.

No apology.

Morie continued reading.

[Millan: Dokai is my older brother. He didn’t intentionally come to oppose you. Let him go, this can end here.]

Elith standing beside her also saw the message through the auxiliary interface that Morie shared.

Her gaze grew slightly colder.

The third message quickly appeared.

[Millan: You’re Rover’s Tenant. You should understand not to make additional enemies for him without permission. I don’t want to escalate this matter, so release Dokai.]

The air in the room suddenly fell silent.

Even the sound of thunder electricity outside the corridor seemed to grow softer in that moment.

Elith looked at the messages, then looked at Morie.

If it had been Elith, she probably would have crushed Dokai immediately.

Not out of anger.

But because Millan’s words were too unpleasant to hear.

Dokai had charged in to steal the Boss, broken the situation, attacked room 2705, and almost caused everything to spiral out of control. But by the time he was caught, Millan was using a tone as if Morie was the one in the wrong.

He was even using the identity of "Rover’s Tenant" to pressure Morie.

As if Morie didn’t have the qualification to decide for herself.

As if she was merely Rover’s possession, that just by mentioning Rover, she should bow her head and obey orders.

Morie stared intently at those lines of messages.

The smile on her face gradually vanished.

The azure light around her body remained calm.

The lava veins on her skin continued to silently flow.

But Elith felt the temperature in the room dropping.

Not because of cold aura.

But because Morie’s killing intent was becoming more evident.

Out in the corridor, the two Titan hands still gripped Dokai tightly. He was still struggling, still clawing, still trying to bite apart the massive fingers imprisoning him. But every action was meaningless.

As long as Morie willed it, he would die.

After a moment of silence, Morie slowly raised her hand and used her thoughts to send back a message.

Not long.

No explanation.

No negotiation.

Just one sentence.

[Room 2705 – Morie: I extremely dislike the way you speak.]