The deacon's vision recovered for a mere fraction of a second, only to instantly blur again before clearing once more.
In his eyes, he was still comfortably lounging on the sofa, his body completely intact, free to stand up or turn over. There was no suspicious stranger standing before him with a sneer; everything he had just seen appeared to be nothing more than a hallucination.
However, having immersed himself in the 【Distortion】 system for many years and possessing a wealth of practical combat experience, the deacon naturally recognized his current situation.
Chapter 500