This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

The police seemed surprised by the sudden situation.

They reflexively drew their guns and clubs, but as expected, they couldn't swing or shoot them.

Of course not.

If they so much as scratch me, I wonder what will happen.

"This, this is a clear violation of public authority!!"

"To disregard the lawful execution of the empire’s laws and wield miracles like this is illegal!!"

Yeah.

That's right.

It’s illegal.

But, you know, when I was beating up the factory owners and barons in the capital, do you think it wasn’t considered an illegal act?

"Illegal? Well, I’ll just do it anyway."

"What?!......"

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

"......."

"Are you going to shoot me with a gun, beat me with clubs, drag me like a dog, and throw me into a concentration camp? Just like what you did to these countless workers?"

The police remained silent.

Yeah.

I get it.

It must be daunting.

I’m not someone you can touch easily.

I released the officer I had forcibly lifted into the air using time stop.

He collapsed to the ground, half-conscious from the strangulation.@@novelbin@@

"When I finish treating these people, and when no further treatment is needed, I will leave, even if you tell me not to. Until then, don’t try to stop me."

The police, supporting their unconscious colleague, glanced at me nervously and then retreated helplessly.

The patients and their families, who had gathered around me, began shouting as they watched the scene.