The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Chapter 131: Chapter 83: Explanation

’A chance for a one-shot kill!’

Many of the hostages cowering in the corner noticed them sneak in. They quickly covered their mouths, their eyes filling with joyous surprise. It was the feeling of surviving a catastrophe; they believed the guards had snuck in and that with a couple of gunshots, everyone would be saved.

However, Sean suddenly turned his head, shattering their illusions.

"What’s with all the sneaking around?"

"If you wanted to come in and have a seat, you should’ve just come in."

"Honestly. You’re the guards, yet you’re not as open and aboveboard as a robber like me."

The guards: "?!?!"

They hadn’t expected Sean to turn around at that moment. They had planned to take out the female robber first and rescue the hostages. Now that they’d been discovered, they had no choice but to open fire.

Otherwise, if they waited for the robbers to open fire, they would be the ones to die.

And so.

"BANG!"

"BANG! BANG! BANG!"

The five guards let off more than ten shots. Even with their hands shaking, one or two bullets should have hit their mark.

But in the next second...

"VWOOM!"

A golden, glyph-filled ring materialized in front of Sean. As his hands moved, it rapidly expanded, forming a barrier that blocked all the bullets and deflected them in other directions.

Sean swiped his hand to the left, and a bullet ricocheted off the side wall.

He swiped down, and another bullet struck the ground, sending sparks flying.

Then, with an upward flick, yet another bullet shattered the already broken light panel on the ceiling...

The guards had fired so many rounds, yet not a single one hit Sean. Instead, he had turned them all into his own weapons. Right now, Sean was like an elegant conductor; the incoming bullets were notes in his symphony, striking wherever he directed.

The guards: ’???!"

They stared, wide-eyed. What the hell was this?

’Magic??’

The hostages stared wide-eyed as well.

’What were they seeing?’

’The guards opened fire, but a golden "special effect" materialized in front of the robber and deflected all the bullets?’

’And they went wherever he pointed?’

Everyone: ’???’

’Is this scientific?’

Of course, it wasn’t scientific at all.

It wasn’t just them who thought it defied Science. Even Sabeck, a fellow Wizard, and the other Witch Hunters—who were pretending to be hostages frightened by the gun in Elvire’s hands while secretly observing—found the scene utterly absurd, their eyes wide as dinner plates.

Being immune to bullets and being able to deflect them are two completely different concepts.

According to the most fundamental theory of Mysticism, all matter is composed of Energy. A bullet is merely a greater expression of force than a fist. In essence, it is the same as Magic; both are forms of Energy.

In other words, if one can deflect bullets, one can deflect Magic.

They had been involved with Mysticism for a long time, and their Tiers weren’t low, but they had never heard of a form of Magic that could deflect another’s. What kind of path was this??

Not only was it unbelievably powerful, it was also so damn graceful and elegant.

He’d deflected the bullets aside so effortlessly.

It was only because Sean didn’t want to kill anyone. Otherwise, they had no doubt he could have used the guards’ own bullets to kill them.

’Damn capitalists!’ Sabeck cursed inwardly, having snapped back to his senses.

There was no question about it: Sean’s showmanship had completely floored him.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was that the Florist Family hadn’t told them about Sean’s abilities when they posted the bounty. Those bastards were clearly hiding something. They probably had the same idea as his own group: let someone else go first to draw out all of Sean’s trump cards, or wait until both sides were crippled, then swoop in and reap the benefits.

’What bastards!’

Sabeck’s curse included himself.

The robbery continued.

"Don’t just stand there gawking. Have a seat," Sean said to the guards with a smile.

This unseen form of Magic made the guards treat him as a major threat. Of course, they wouldn’t actually sit down. All else aside, they were guards. How could they obey a robber?

But the matter was out of their hands.

Just as the guards were frantically trying to figure out a plan and call for backup, Sean raised his hand again. One by one, the glyphs detached from the golden ring and floated toward the guards. They assembled above their heads, forming a giant, crack-covered hand that forcibly grabbed them, lifted them up, and plopped them down into the lobby seats.

The guards: ’???’

The hostages: ’???’

In that moment, everyone present, who had been educated from childhood to believe in Science, felt the worldview they had spent decades building crumble bit by bit. The first time might have been a trick of the eye, but could the second time be fake as well??

Magic really exists in this world?!

Watching the crowd, their panic replaced by shock, to the point they’d forgotten they were in the middle of a robbery, Sabeck suddenly understood Sean’s true purpose.

He wasn’t after money... or rather, it wasn’t just about the money.

Sean also wanted to make the "truth" the major families had hidden for so long—Mysticism—public knowledge!

This would be a massive blow to the government and the powers behind it, which had always sought "stability" and "faith."

Just imagine: what would you think if you discovered one day that the government you trusted implicitly had been hiding things from you all along? That they were secretly hoarding supernatural powers and Magic, denying you any chance to access them, and tricking you into slaving away your entire life for their benefit?

If it were Sabeck himself, he would definitely gather other furious citizens and demand an explanation from the government.

Marches and protests were common in modern society.

If Sean kept this up, he could trigger the most severe crisis of trust in the Empire’s history.

Only yesterday, he had been thinking about how shrewd those politicians were. Their rhetoric didn’t need to withstand scrutiny; as long as they presented a confident "attitude," few people would bother to question the logic. And even if some did, there would always be those willing to believe the government who would argue on its behalf. That was their most brilliant trick.