I was genuinely curious about OWL so I walked all around the camp the whole night . Results: nothing .


    I''m really going at it blindly .


    The only thing I know is that OWL is supposed to be somewhat strong .


    I couldn''t check each and every person in the camp, but I was about to determine that there were around 10 people who might fit the bill .


    I did this by looking at how they walk and how they handle themselves, but that didn''t mean much . Not really .


    There are times when a weak looking guy is unexpectedly powerful, or when a musclehead might actually be a really weak .


    So basically, I gave up . With so few clues, I couldn''t do it .


    Maybe I should go out into town tonight and ask around?


    I''ll think about it later .


    Okay, that out of the way, I went ahead and had the breakfast that Mr . Zack so graciously prepared, and was currently out on a walk under the refreshing sunlight pouring down on the camp courtyard .


    I very much liked the cool winter air coupled with a beautiful, sunny sky .


    The sky was clear, and, I can''t explain this well, but it sort of felt like my soul was being reinvigorated .


    "Mmm . "


    Walking past the hobo-like prisoners having their bad soup and worse bread, I noticed that I didn''t look like a mob at all .


    Don''t get me wrong . I can pull off the mob role no problem in a town .


    But compared to these people, I wasn''t dirty and ragged enough . Well, I''m still new here, and blending in should come naturally with the time, so…


    I noticed people shouting .


    "How dare you accuse us!?"


    A crowd had formed .


    I squeezed my way through them . I felt like this was going to get fun and I wanted front row seats .


    "Don''t you dare deny it . "


    Said Clara Oriana facing a mobbish dude at the center of it all . The guy was some no-name from the meeting in the cellar last night .


    Behind Clara stood people who were probably from the Royalists camp, and behind the no-name stood people from the Doem side . Among them, I could see Zack and also their boss .


    "Royalists and Doem Camp are going at it…"


    "Things might get b.l.o.o.d.y…"


    The rabble chattered .


    "One of ours was murdered last night . When we found him, there were signs of an a.s.sault and torture . "


    Mother of c.r.a.p . Since I was out looking for OWL, I missed a key event .


    "We dindu nuffin!!"


    "He was tortured! You''re about the only people who''d resort to that, confess at once!"


    Clara cried furiously .


    "Serves him right! I say good f.u.c.kin'' riddance!!"


    "—Knave!!"


    In her anger, Clara slapped the no-name .


    Suddenly, everyone got quiet, as if time had stopped .


    — Then .


    "Done it now, b.i.t.c.h!"


    The guy who got slapped grabbed and raised the club at his waist .


    Yeah, this be no good .


    Clara can''t handle that . Worst case, the club cracks her head open and she''s dead .


    Yeah, sorry, but I don''t like it if some no-name mob suddenly kills a major character .


    "—Huh?"


    Muttered Clara, her eyes wide in shock .


    Right before her eyes, the man who was about to swing down a weapon at her, had spontaneously collapsed . The club he was holding was flung high into the air .


    "—HUH!? What just happened!?"


    "How''d he just!?"


    The rabble were scared and confused .


    "It can''t be— OWL?"


    "Find him!! He''s here somewhere!"


    "…Owl?"


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    Both Royalists and Doem Camp went on guard .


    I was the culprit though .


    It was simple . I had a piece of slime detach from the bottom of my shoe and burrow underground . Then I had it shoot out from under the guy and hit him under the jaw .


    No one noticed, but that''s fine . That right there was very much was a power from the shadows would do .


    Or so I thought, by Mr . Zack was glancing at me with suspicion .


    I made a cryptic smile, and purposefully looked away— Perfection .


    Now that''s what I call a job well done .


    Which was when I noticed it . The club that had been sent flying was coming down my way .


    And suddenly, I had a eureka moment .


    — Show ain''t over yet!


    My role of that of a power in the shadows is done for now .


    However, I have yet to fulfil my role as a mob!


    I took only an instant to determine the club''s trajectory, and as it wouldn''t actually hit me in my current position, I swiftly moved to the spot where it would land .


    Having expected I''d need it at some point, I placed a small blood back in my mouth and looked upwards .


    And the club struck down right on my nose .


    "Bhoorfff!?"


    I blew the prepared blood in my mouth from out my nose and fell back .


    The blood sprayed out like a fountain, glistening in the light of the sun . Quite artistic if I do say so myself .


    Mob Arts: Nosebleed Splasher


    This is a pretty high level technique .


    "Ugh! I''m gonna puke!!"


    "Eghh, it''s on my face!"


    To you people of the camp who wished to see carnage, I present to you a fountain of nose blood .


    — And there you have it .


    While the power in the shadows aids the MC, some random mob gets the unfortunate role of being collateral!


    "Wait, you''re hurt!?"


    I was collapsed on my back, completely sated, but seeing as Clara was running over, I quickly pretended to be out cold .


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