MRS. AND MR. SMITH - Season 8 Episode 9

Staring at the scene before him, Ethan Smith’s eyes widened.

In this room, besides a huge array platform, there were walls filled with rows upon rows of bottles and jars!

It seemed that there was something flowing inside these jars, resembling both gas and liquid. They appeared to have some sort of life consciousness as they continuously wriggled within the jars.

At first glance, there were at least tens of thousands of such bottles!

“These… are the powers of creation?” Ethan Smith whispered under his breath.

For some reason, he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

Tristram Massy climbed up from the ground, and beside his array platform, there was a huge earthen jar.

At this moment, there was some golden gas in the jar.

“Ethan Smith, you killed my son, I’ll definitely take my revenge!” Tristram Massy gritted his teeth as he spoke.

Although he said these harsh words, Tristram Massy spoke with very little confidence, and his body was even trembling.

Ethan Smith completely ignored his threat and pointed at the jars on the surrounding walls, asking, “Is this the power of creation? What exactly is this substance, and how do you use it?”

Tristram Massy was taken aback and angrily said, “Ethan Smith! You barged into my house, killed my son, and you’re acting like nothing happened. You’re not taking me seriously at all!”

Ethan Smith frowned, took a step forward, and suddenly reached out with his golden palm.

His palm firmly gripped Tristram Massy’s neck, lifting him into mid-air.

The terrifying force instantly choked off Tristram Massy’s vital energy, rendering him unable to move!

“You’re not even my match, what tough words are you using here,” Ethan Smith said coldly.

Tristram Massy struggled desperately, his pupils filled with fear!

He was a Marquis as well, yet in front of Ethan, he was like a helpless three-year-old child, without any power to fight back!

Ethan loosened his grip on Tristram Massy, throwing him to the ground.

Afterward, Ethan Smith slapped his palms together and coldly spoke, “If you don’t want to die, then honestly answer my questions.”

Tristram Massy was scared, he picked himself off the ground and hesitantly said, “You… you go ahead.”

Ethan Smith pointed to the surrounding bottles and jars and asked, “What are these, exactly?”

Tristram Massy whispered, “These are the powers of creation, drawn from human beings…”

“Powers of creation? What is that?” Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

Tristram Massy explained, “The power of creation is an extremely peculiar divine power, I don’t know how to explain it, but the subtlety it brings is immense.”

Ethan indicated for Tristram Massy to continue speaking.

Tristram Massy coughed and continued, “I don’t know if you’ve heard of the power of faith.”

Ethan Smith nodded slightly and said, “I heard it’s a power from within religion.”

“To be more accurate, it’s the power of human belief. This power is both pure and terrifying!” Tristram Massy said.

“As for this power of creation, it’s the power formed by creation itself. This power is not limited to humans, but all objects with fate can generate the powers of creation.”

Hearing this, Ethan Smith couldn’t help but be shocked.

There really were such strange powers in the world? It was unheard of!

In just a few short days, Ethan’s worldview had almost been turned upside down!

“So you’re saying… the power of creation in Gyeon City has really been drawn by you?” Ethan frowned.

Tristram Massy didn’t hide anything, he nodded and said, “That’s right, most of the powers of creation you see in front of you come from Gyeon City.”

Ethan Smith fell silent, lowering his head to look at the jar on the array platform.

Inside the jar, golden gas was flowing.

“Is this my own power of creation?” Ethan asked.

Tristram Massy nodded, “Yes, but I only took a portion of it…”

Ethan Smith was even more shocked. He picked up the jar and carefully examined it.

In the jar, the so-called powers of creation were clusters of gas.

These gas clusters were barely distinguishable from the surrounding air, showing no fluctuations.

“What’s the use of the power of creation?” Ethan asked.

Tristram Massy said, “The power of creation is, simply put, fate. The power brought by fate is infinite.”

“Not only can it enhance a person’s cultivation, but it can also change one’s destiny and upper limits! It’s one of the most powerful and precious powers!”

Ethan was even more astonished.

There were actually such techniques in the world?

It’s one thing to forcefully seize someone’s cultivation, but to forcefully seize someone’s fate as well?

“What will happen to those who have their powers of creation stripped away?” Ethan asked.

Tristram Massy hastily said, “Once the power of creation is stripped away, the person will be extremely unlucky and need a long time to recover…”

As he spoke, Tristram Massy quickly added, “I only took Gyeon City’s fate for ten years, and next year will be the last one!”

Ethan scanned the surroundings and asked with some confusion, “Then why did you choose to stay in Gyeon City instead of going to another city?”

Tristram Massy furrowed his brow, seemingly hesitant.

Ethan said coldly, “If you don’t want to die, I can strip your life away right now.”

Tristram Massy had no choice but to say, “Many cities cannot have their powers of creation taken. To seize the fate of a city is very difficult, and many conditions must be met.”

“For example, the city must be new, it must have a long fate, and there are also great restrictions on the terrain…”

“I searched for many years, and only Gyeon City met the requirements…”

Ethan was still somewhat puzzled and couldn’t help asking, “Why not just seize individuals? Like geniuses or elegantly dressed young men, their fate must be excellent, right?”

Tristram Massy nodded and said, “Normally, it would be like that, but in practice, it’s not that easy.”

“The seizure of individuals is easily discovered.”

“And the fate of large families is usually vast, and with my ability, I can’t forcibly seize it, it would even bring disaster upon me.”

Ethan’s face darkened.

He coldly said, “So, your technique can only bully the weak and steal their fate?”

“Yes… yes, it’s more or less like that…” Tristram Massy muttered.

Ethan had a sudden urge to slap Tristram Massy dead on the spot. @@novelbin@@

Regular people’s fate was already difficult enough, and now they had to deal with this technique secretly taking it away. Life was too hard.

“Give their fate back,” Ethan said, frowning at the walls full of bottles and jars.

Tristram Massy awkwardly said, “Once the powers of creation are drawn, they can’t be returned…”

“It’s like the power of faith, it’s a one-way flow.”

Ethan’s frown deepened.

Standing there for a long time, Ethan finally sighed helplessly, “Ah, then I can only bear the pain and absorb these powers of creation.”