What kind of person would this be?
Man or woman, young or old, tall or short, fat or thin?
A delivery guy weaving through the city, or an angel in white healing the sick and saving the dying?
What identity did this person have in the virtual world? What education had they received? What achievements had they made? Could they... be someone I once knew?
Old Six's thoughts ran wild.
Those thoughts were utterly useless to the current situation, but he could not restrain his mind.
He felt sick—profoundly, viscerally sick.
But he said nothing.
He did not complain, pause, or slow his pace.
The putrefying fungi blanketing the water—what had those bacteria fed on to grow so numerous and so fat? And the alcohol and acidic substances, what had they been produced by decomposing?
He had no choice.
There was nowhere for him to go.
He could only struggle to survive, survive at any cost.
The protein contact surface was rapidly gnawed away. A single brain's feeding speed was astonishingly fast. In barely twenty minutes, that mass of protein had been devoured completely.
Origin power rapidly increased, then immediately began constructing new units without stopping for breath.
The twelve pairs of cranial nerves were something he absolutely had to construct. Without them, he could not perfect First Heavenly Layer thought energy, nor could he smoothly charge into the Second Heavenly Layer of Mind Arts. Cultivation also required a foundation of basic physiological structures.
Fortunately, he already possessed the Four Innate Drums. As his neural structures were completed, the power of his Mind Arts could rise still further, even far beyond the normal limits of First Heavenly Layer Mind Arts. Thus, the sooner and faster he created more cranial nerves, the greater the value it offered him.
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