Chương 336: Chapter : 336

"I cannot do that," Ken replied casually.

"The trial is not over yet. You forgot to stay for the sentencing. That is very rude."

"I said move!" Dr. Raven yelled at the top of his lungs. His face turned bright red.

"You are just a pathetic little servant! You have no magic! I will kill you with my bare hands and leave you in this dirt!" Dr. Raven stepped forward. He raised his fists. He planned to beat the boy to death. He thought Ken was weak. He thought Ken was a joke. Ken stopped slouching. He pulled his hands out of his pockets. He let out a quiet sigh. The goofy, lazy smile completely melted off his face.

"You really should have just stayed in the courtroom," Ken said flatly. His voice dropped. It lost all of its whiny, comedic tone. It became deep, cold, and entirely absolute. Dr. Raven stopped walking. He felt a sudden, terrifying shift in the air. The temperature in the tunnel plummeted. It turned freezing cold. The yellow emergency lights flickered wildly. A suffocating, crushing pressure filled the narrow space. It felt like the walls were closing in. Ken stood perfectly straight.

He did not look like a clumsy boy anymore. He looked like a predator. The transformation began. It was smooth, flawless, and completely terrifying. Ken's messy navy blue suit began to shift. The fabric rippled like dark water. The blue color drained away, turning pitch black. The wrinkled jacket lengthened, flowing downward until it became a long, dramatic cloak. Brilliant, elegant gold embroidery stitched itself across the dark fabric. A high, majestic collar rose around his neck. Dr. Raven stumbled backward.

His jaw dropped open. His breath hitched in his throat. He watched the clothes change. He recognized that cloak. Everyone in the corrupt underworld recognized that cloak. But the clothes were not the scariest part. Ken tilted his head slightly. He looked directly at the politician. Ken's left eye began to change. The normal, dark pupil melted away. The entire eye turned a deep, endless, abyssal black. It looked like a bottomless pit. In the very center of that pitch-black void, a single, piercing pupil appeared.

The pupil was a bright, glowing blood-red. It burned like a tiny, violent star in the dark. The glowing red eye stared right through Dr. Raven. It looked straight into his soul. It stripped away all his lies. It stripped away all his power. Dr. Raven's knees buckled completely. He crashed to the floor. He landed hard on the concrete. He did not try to run. He did not try to fight. He was paralyzed by pure, unfiltered horror. He stared at the boy. He stared at the high-collared black cloak.

He stared at the glowing blood-red eye. He finally understood the impossible truth. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it. The lazy boy was a fake. The clumsy servant was a mask. The person standing in front of him was the myth. The legend. The absolute ruler of the shadows.

"Lancelot," Dr. Raven whispered. His voice was nothing but a broken, terrified croak. Tears of pure fear streamed down his face.

"You are Lancelot." Ken did not answer. He just looked down at the trembling man. The glowing red pupil flared slightly in the dark tunnel. The hunt was over. The prey was caught. Dr. Raven was absolutely, entirely defeated just by looking at him.

Dr. Raven remained perfectly frozen on the cold concrete floor. He stared up at the high-collared black cloak and the glowing, blood-red pupil with absolute, unfiltered terror. He believed he had just stumbled into the path of a mythical god of death. But behind that terrifying, nightmarish illusion, Ken Eliot let out a very long, silent, and incredibly lazy sigh inside his own mind.

"These corrupt politicians are so painfully predictable," Ken thought to himself, his internal voice completely calm and entirely unfazed.

"He actually believes he confessed in the courtroom just because his ego was bruised. He thinks he lost control of his temper. It is almost funny how completely blind they are when their free will is stripped away." Ken looked down at the sobbing, trembling man. The truth behind the politician's sudden, dramatic downfall was far more absolute than a simple temper tantrum. Back in the massive, crowded courtroom, right before Dr.

Raven began screaming his horrific confession to the judges, Ken had dropped his lazy, slouching facade for just a fraction of a second. Hidden beneath the shadow of the witness desk, Ken had activated one of his most invasive, high-level mind-control spells: the Blue Demon Eyes. For exactly three seconds, Ken's dark, sleepy eyes had shifted into a brilliant, piercing, glowing azure blue. Nobody in the chaotic courtroom had noticed the terrifying transformation.

The judges, the elite nobles, the screaming lawyers—none of them saw a thing. They couldn't have. Ken had already seamlessly placed the entire chamber under his Perfect Hypnosis the absolute second he sat in the witness chair. The entire courtroom was already trapped inside a curated, flawless illusion. They only saw what Ken allowed them to see.

"The Blue Demon Eyes do not just create fear," Ken analyzed internally, watching Dr. Raven whimper in the dirt.

"It is an absolute override of the human brain. It completely shatters psychological defenses without leaving a single trace. I literally hijacked his vocal cords and commanded his mind to spill his darkest, most treasonous secrets in front of everyone. I just made it look like a classic villain's monologue to keep my own cover safe." Now, in the dark isolation of the underground tunnel, the magic was still executing its flawless deception. The terrifying Lancelot persona Dr.

Raven was staring at—the shifting black clothes, the abyssal eye with the glowing red pupil—was an extension of that exact same mental domination. Ken was directly feeding the politician's worst, most paralyzing nightmares right into his optic nerves. Ken dictated reality. Whatever Ken wanted him to see, he saw.

"It is so much easier to break an arrogant mastermind when you simply rewrite their reality from the inside out," Ken mused, feeling incredibly satisfied with his low-effort strategy.

"It requires absolutely zero physical cardio. The Blue Demon Eyes did all the heavy lifting before he even realized the game had started. Now he is just a broken puppet." Ken casually adjusted the collar of his illusionary black cloak, letting the terrified man continue to weep on the concrete. The psychological destruction was absolute and complete. Suddenly, a loud, crashing sound echoed from the far end of the tunnel. A second secret door burst open.

Someone else had entered the escape route from a different access point. Heavy, fast footsteps pounded against the concrete. Ken turned his head slightly. Senator Norman burst into the tunnel. The wealthy, corrupt politician looked completely desperate. His dark purple suit was torn. He was sweating profusely. He had triggered the bomb in the courtroom, and now he was running for his life. He wanted to escape before the Imperial Guards caught him. Senator Norman saw Dr. Raven crying on the floor.