Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Chapter 1955: Warning! Warning! Warning!

Around the summit hall, confused awakened representatives began reacting as their own abilities disappeared at almost the same moment.

Void looked down at his hand. The darkness around him was completely gone, the shadows vanishing. Even the darkness around his hood was gone, revealing his face to the world.

Farhand’s telekinetic field disappeared.

Lightspeed, who had been preparing to move, suddenly stood at an ordinary speed like everyone else.

Even Maelis looked around in alarm as whatever sensation normally accompanied her lie-detection ability vanished entirely.

Ning felt the familiar pressure immediately, and the system let him know what he had already realized.

”A suppression field?” Ning asked with a confused look as he turned toward the prince who stood nearby.

”You didn’t dismantle it?” he asked. ”I told you to get rid of it.”

Prince Tarian froze. The prince opened his mouth, but whatever answer he intended to give never came. Instead, he took in a deep breath, realizing he had messed up.

”Go check on the machine right away. It will be disastrous if you don’t—”

Something moved at the side of Ning’s vision before he could finish his sentence.

It was so fast that most people didn’t even realize it was on the stage until the sound of what happened next came.

Ning shifted his body, dodging the attack as the man landed right next to him.

A massive blade passed through the place where his head had been, striking the stage with a powerful blow.

A thunderous crack tore through the hall as stone and reinforced material separated beneath the impact, sending fractures racing outward for several meters while chunks of debris exploded into the air and the people nearest the stage screamed before rushing away.

Ning landed several steps to the side.

A man stood where he had been.

He was enormous, even larger than most Orcs Ning had encountered, with thick arms covered in scars and muscles that bulged beneath a sleeveless dark shirt, while both hands gripped the handle of a massive cleaver-like weapon whose blade had buried itself deep into the stage.

The man pulled it free.

His eyes were fixed entirely on Ning.

”You die today for what you did to my woman.”

Ning raised an eyebrow. Which one was this?

Number 4... or...

The man’s muscles suddenly swelled further, veins rising beneath his skin as his shoulders and arms expanded beyond what should have been physically possible, despite the suppression field apparently stripping everyone else inside the hall of their abilities.

Ning noticed that immediately, and so did several others.

The man swung again.

Ning stepped aside again.

The cleaver missed him by centimeters before crashing into the stage once more, creating another violent explosion of stone that sent debris across the lower level and forced the remaining representatives nearby to abandon their seats completely.

People were running now.

Not merely moving away from the confrontation, but rushing toward every exit they could reach as guards attempted to maintain order despite having suddenly lost whatever awakened abilities normally helped them protect the venue.

The unknown man tore his weapon free and attacked again.

Ning moved around the blade without difficulty.

Another section of the floor shattered.

The attacks were strong enough that an ordinary hero without their powers would have died instantly from a direct hit, but Ning was far more interested in the fact that the suppression field had no apparent effect on the man.

”Which number are you?” Ning asked. ”6?”

The man growled and swung again.

Ning was about to grab the weapon on the next swing when a notification appeared in his mind.

The system message gave Ning just enough pause so that he was forced to dodge the attack instead of trying to stop it.

The cleaver passed beside him, hitting nothing.

Ning’s attention shifted away from the man entirely as another notification came just then.

”In Bronveria? Why?” Ning couldn’t understand.

At the same time, another message came, replacing the other one.

”What?”

Ning’s expression changed.

The name wasn’t one he had thought of in a long while, to the point that he had nearly forgotten about the kid entirely. Hearing the name brought back a conversation from many months ago. One that involved a 16-year-old youth named Jun’tal.

The boy was someone who hadn’t awakened his power just yet. But should he do so, he would be the strongest individual in all of the world.

The child, should he be tested, would officially be considered Rank 10 only because the testing system had nothing higher.

However, in reality, compared to all the power in the world, the child’s power would be closer to Rank 14.

”What’s his power again? He can turn water into energy?” Ning asked.

Considering how much energy was actually inside of things, if the kid could create 100% conversions, a single gram of water would be equivalent to the energy created in an explosion involving over 20 thousand tons of TNT.

Or more accurately, it was the energy involved in an atomic bomb.

Ning’s expression hardened.

Of all the people Tritus had to interact with, why did it have to be this kid?

A glass of water converted through the boy’s ability could release enough energy to destroy cities, while anything larger could create destruction on a scale that the people of this world were not prepared to survive.

And Tritus was doing something with him.

”How does he even know about the k—” Ning’s eyes widened as he realized the answer. ”The clairvoyant. Of course.”

The attacker rushed forward again, his enormous cleaver rising above his shoulder, but before he could swing it down, Ning punched him in the chest, immediately turning his body into a bloody mist.

He turned toward the prince, who watched with awe nearby.

”Deal with the panic here,” he said. ”I’ve got something more important to do.”

Before the prince could reply, Ning teleported.