Start as a Spiritual Planter: I Have a Game Panel

"Sid, stop it!" Ram yelled aloud, unexpected by his sudden movements, "If we stay here, we're as good as dead!"

But Sid's rage had taken over, blinding him to Ram's words.

The increased effect from the rage attribute intensified his physique, allowing him to shrug off smaller attacks from the Tier 1 and Tier 2 gang members, but he was too consumed to notice the bruises and shallow cuts accumulating from their relentless strikes.

However, it was then that one of Shane's men, who was following behind him, stepped forward and smirked as he approached Sid.

A brute man covered in tattoos, with bulging muscles and an air of confidence, not caring about Sid's incoming rush in the slightest bit.

He was smaller than Sid's who was nearly three-meter-tall frame, like a kid standing in front of an adult, but he looked unfazed.

As Sid swung his fist forward with immense force, the man simply caught it with a sneer, absorbing the blow without flinching.

Then, with a swift motion, he tightened his grip, leaped up slightly, and smashed his fist into Sid's face, sending him reeling backward several meters.

"Ahaaa..." Sid hit the ground with a roar of pain, blood trickling down his face.

The impact seemed to snap him partially out of his rage, bringing him back to reality as he struggled to get back on his feet.

The surroundings went silent, all eyes fixed on Sid as he lay battered, his chest heaving with labored breaths.

Standing over him was the tattooed man, his torso bare and covered in various inked symbols, his gaze filled with sadistic amusement.

"Hahaha... give up and just die already. You don't have a chance against me," he taunted, striding forward with slow, menacing steps. "How about this, we will take good care of your sister after your death."

"Haha... yes, yes... we will," the others also laughed with him, their eyes filled with lust.

Su Mu's eyes darted between Ram and Sid, her fists clenching as she prepared to rush to help Sid.

But Ram's hand shot out, holding her back, his voice low. "Wait... don't charge in recklessly."

As he spoke, he carefully checked the information shown on the holographic display, "It's hard... a Tier 4 Totem warrior, and another Tier 4 Psionic Stalker, an assassin professional with high speed and perception."

Ram took a steadying breath, and while he still couldn't find the details of Shane's, the other two following behind were each Tier 4 professionals, and their professions didn't seem simple at first glance.

He knew about these two professions; Totem warriors are strong in physical abilities as they use powerful monster blood to quench their body every day, while the other Psionic Starker was a 'Rare' profession that good at using telekinetic, telepathic, or mind-control abilities.

"Sid, get back!" Mai's voice rang out, her eyes blazing as she tried to regroup with Sid.

She nodded towards Ram, as they began to slowly edge toward him, keeping wary eyes on the surrounding gang members who circled them like vultures.

From where he stood, Shane watched the scene unfold with a smirk, clearly entertained. "Is that all you've got?" he sneered, his tone laced with mocking disdain.

His gaze lingered on Sid's bleeding body with cruel satisfaction.

Ram's mind raced with various thoughts, his focus sharp as he prepared to collect everyone into his spatial.

But he kept a wary eye on the Psionic Stalker lurking, sensing the assassin's predatory gaze fixed on them.

The Stalker hadn't made a move yet, but Ram could feel that even if there was any slightest shift in their moments, they would be attacked.

Just as he steadied himself for a last-second escape, a voice rang out, light yet commanding, echoing from all around them. "Let me see… Who dares to touch my husband?"

The words rippled through the air, leaving Ram and his group stunned.

An intense wave of spiritual pressure, sharper and heavier than they'd felt before, crashed down upon everyone.

Ram instinctively braced himself, but to his shock, he felt only a gentle warmth—almost like a protective barrier surrounding him and his friends.

The crushing weight of the spiritual pressure they were under vanished around them, leaving their tense bodies unexpectedly relaxed.

Ram glanced at Mai, who returned his look with wide, startled eyes. "What... was that?" she whispered, glancing around at their bewildered group.

Sid, wiping the blood from his lip, looked dazed but suddenly seemed to snap back to awareness.

"Who...?" he murmured, looking down at the gang members who had been pressing them moments ago.

Every single one of them was now on the ground, trembling, unable to even lift their heads. Even those two Tier 4 professionals lay down, their faces contorted in pain as if gravity itself had doubled or tripled its hold on them.

Only Shane was able to stay calm, not affected by the spiritual pressure as he looked up into the air in the distance.

"Husband? Who's that....?" Su Mu muttered, a spark of awe and doubt flickering in her eyes as she watched everything around them.

Ram, standing next to Su Mu, was equally stunned by the voice.

He glanced at Sid, who was just rising from the ground, rubbing his sore jaw, as much confused as them, Sid didn't seem to know who the voice belonged to any more than he did.

So, Ram turned his gaze toward Liam, who had been uncharacteristically silent since the beginning.

When Ram looked closer, he noticed Liam trembling slightly, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

His usual calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by an uneasy expression. Ram's curiosity deepened, and he placed a firm hand on Liam's shoulder, leaning in.

"Hey, bro…what's going on? Do you know who that is?" he asked, his tone laced with both concern and intrigue.

Before Liam could respond, the mysterious voice echoed once more, this time sharper, carrying a dangerous undertone.

"I'll ask one more time," she said, her tone like a blade gliding through the air. "Who dared to touch my husband?"

The gang members, already struggling under the oppressive force, writhed even more, some barely managing to lift their heads. One of them, his voice barely a whisper, stammered, "W-We didn't know… Please, Boss, help us…"

Ram turned back to Liam with a smirk. "Looks like you've got quite the backup, huh?" he teased, nudging him.

Liam's face was a mix of exasperation and panic as he muttered, "Ahhh… damn it! I got caught again."

He took a shuddering breath and looked around at the others, his eyes filled with resignation. "You… you won't think the same way after you see her."

"Ahh... I sacrificed myself to help you guys this time..." Liam muttered to himself with a sigh, as he looked at the faces of Ram and others.

Ram's grin widened, his own excitement bubbling over. "So, it really is you she's here for? Damn, where'd you find a wife like that?"

As Ram chuckled, Shane, who was visibly losing his patience, raised his head and glared toward the sky.

A figure materialized from above, descending with ethereal grace, her steps light yet brimming with authority.

Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the chaotic scene, taking in the fallen gang members with a barely concealed disdain.

Then, her gaze found Liam, and a small, amused smile crept across her lips.

"There you are, honey," she said, her voice soft but with a steely edge.

"Why'd you run off again? I've been looking everywhere for you, and here you are, playing around with these… little distractions." She cast a dismissive glance at the gang members, lying strewn across the ground. "Are these the fools giving you trouble?"

Liam blinked, finally managing a crooked smile. "You really couldn't wait to make an entrance, could you?"

"Hump... I came here rushing as soon as you called me," She folded her arms, chuckling lightly. "It's just that I don't like anyone messing with what's mine."

Shane, who was losing patience, glared at her with rage as he pointed a finger at her, his face twisted in fury. "Who… Who do you think you are, waltzing in here like you own the place?"

Esha's smile dropped, replaced by a frosty stare that made the air seem to chill.

"Who am I?" she repeated, her voice smooth, deadly calm.

She took a single step forward, and with that simple movement, Shane's legs buckled beneath him, forcing him to drop to his knees.

"Arahh.. How... How is this possible?" Shane gasped; eyes wide with terror as he was unable to comprehend what was happening.

"I'm the one you should have feared the second you dared to lay a hand on my husband," she said, her tone laced with finality.

Shane, still kneeling, struggled to lift his head against the crushing force pressing down on him. The woman's presence seemed to sap every ounce of confidence he had, and the gang members who remained conscious trembled, their eyes wide with terror.

None dared to make a sound.

Ram, Su Mu, and Mai exchanged glances, their eyes flickering with disbelief.