Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 447 - 68: Amplification

But this is under normal circumstances... Although the ability to see through things is rare, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Moreover, Sun Hang possesses the ability of "wish fulfillment." If he wants to see the body of this female team member through the protective suit, it only requires a little "blue bar" consumption.

But he didn't do that, he just stared at the bulky protective suit and said again: "I'm not joking; your figure is really nice, with nice curves."

The female team member's expression was a bit strange. As a member of Dubhe Tower, she naturally had heard of abilities like vision through objects. But in this situation, she didn't dare to make any resistance, not even verbal protests. She stood straight, her whole body tense, letting Sun Hang's "lecherous" gaze sweep over her from head to toe.

"Can you sit beside me?" Sun Hang said again.

The female team member bit her lip tightly, not saying a word, but also not moving.

"Sit beside me. This is a...'command.'" Sun Hang emphasized slightly.

"Hurry up!" Yuri urged immediately.

The female team member took a deep breath and walked stiffly to the sofa, where she sat down.

"Why so far away? Come closer, sit right next to me!" Sun Hang said discontentedly.

The female team member had no choice but to comply.

In the next moment, a salty pig hand was already on her waist.

Faced with Sun Hang's increasingly bold behavior, the female team member hadn't said a word, but the captain of the security team couldn't stand it.

Although his authority couldn't compare with Sun Hang and Yuri, he just couldn't watch his subordinate being bullied like this.

"Sir... Isn't this considered... abuse of authority?"

"Shut up!" Yuri frowned, glancing at the female team member sitting next to Sun Hang and then at the TV screen, a hint of thoughtfulness flickering in his eyes.

"If you think so, then it is. You can report me, it doesn't matter." Sun Hang said, "But if you don't want to be tied up, I suggest you don't interrupt me right now."

The captain still wanted to argue, but Yuri had already rushed to his side, pulling him away: "Can't you see it?"

"See what?!" The captain was bewildered.

"Don't speak, don't move, just watch!" Yuri didn't dare say much, fiercely grasping the captain's arm, afraid he would rush in to pull Sun Hang away.

"Yuri, I have a question for you." Sun Hang turned his head and asked Yuri.

"What?"

"The protective suit prevents mutual contamination between people and anomalies, but there shouldn't be any source of contamination in this room, right? Wouldn't it be okay to take it off?"

"Should be... okay." Yuri nodded.

"Even if you disagree, I won't listen to you. She's just a security team member; whether she gets contaminated or not doesn't matter." Sun Hang said nonchalantly.

In the next second, amidst the female team member's low shriek, Sun Hang directly tore open the protective suit on her.

Her body was indeed beautiful, but in a fitness sort of way—the light brown skin accentuated by dense muscle lines, clearly belonging to someone who frequently exercises. Though not exaggerated like the bulky muscles of strongmen, these streamlined small muscle groups perfectly balance power, agility, body flexibility, and coordination.

"You don't mind, right?" Sun Hang extended a hand towards her exposed skin, "Of course, even if you mind, I won't stop."

The female team member only bit her lip tightly, remaining silent.

Sun Hang moved his hand closer little by little, stopping less than a centimeter away from her skin.

He turned his head to look at the TV screen, where the image had already changed.

The "Sun Hang" on the screen had already pinning the female team member onto the sofa, tearing off all the remaining clothes on her body... However, the body exposed from the torn clothes and the face on the screen appeared as if painted with smeared skin-colored pigments, without a clear human contour, only large patches of irregular, blurry color blocks.

It looked like a thick mosaic had been applied.

In no time, the mosaic-colored blocks overlapped each other, abstractly wriggling.

Not just the two "people" on the sofa, but those "security team members" standing behind the sofa had also turned into distorted color blocks, twisting, entangling, and "merging".

Meanwhile, in the real world.

Sun Hang whispered "sorry," and with a snap of his fingers, several thin myceliums instantly "stitched" together the torn protective suit on the female team member. Meanwhile, the security team members behind him exchanged looks, their expressions becoming extremely odd.

They were all adults here. Although the "mosaic" in the image was abstract, everyone could guess what was happening under the "mosaic".

"Yuri, what do you think?" Sun Hang asked.

"Is this anomaly's ability... 'continuation'?" Yuri murmured.

"Continuation?"

"We once contained an anomaly in the form of a pen, belonging to a deceased writer... In an era before computers and AI were born, and when typewriters weren't widespread, he could write hundreds of thousands of words a month... He was once suspected of hiring ghostwriters. To prove his innocence, he built a stage in the square, allowing hundreds to witness how he alone with a pen could average thirty to fifty thousand words of literary creation daily in a month..."

Yuri paused, then continued: "For a while, the writer became famous... But it wasn't until over eighty years after his death, when his grandchildren were sorting his belongings that they discovered the pen, and the secret of his endless inspiration was revealed."

"So those works, they were written by the pen, not him?"

"Yes... The pen's ability was continuation; it only needed a beginning, then by holding the pen and not thinking, but following the feeling, subsequent plots would seamlessly appear on the pen tip... And the content playing on this TV seems a bit similar to 'continuation'... That's why I suspect there might be some connection between the two."

"But I don't think so." Sun Hang shook his head, "Continuation... Manages well becomes masterpieces, handles poorly turns into sequels that ruin the original work. With AI-generated writing, are there not enough contrived scripts already? If it's continuation, according to the TV's plot, after smashing the TV, would I start smashing living people? After exploiting my authority to infringe on the female team member, would you guys start fooling around? This is somewhat too abstract, don't you think?"

"Then you think..."

"It's amplification." Sun Hang pondered, "The scene displayed on the screen seems to result from amplifying the most intense emotions within the scene countless times... Prior emotions like anger, irritability made me choose a violent solution, smashing the TV to pieces... This emotion and behavior, when amplified, turned into me smashing everything I can see…" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"And now, it's desire." Sun Hang continued, "I naturally manifested biological instinctive desire towards the female team member, and this desire, amplified countless times... For you, forget same-sex, even objects with a hole, you probably wouldn't overlook..."

As if to verify what Sun Hang said, after the blurry blocks on the screen had merged completely, they joined to the wall, starting a rhythmic thrust against it...