The icy Potion slid down Nan Fusheng's throat, bringing a slight numbness—numbness that reached deep into his soul.
His consciousness inexplicably rose, and he seemed to suddenly arrive high in the sky, looking down upon the entire Tianhai Stadium, looking down upon this Stadium where the live Audience was fanatically shouting, "Water Dragon Team!"
At that moment, his emotions inexplicably began to stir. The people he had once parasitized surfaced in his mind—happy or angry, sorrowful or joyful, acting out all kinds of behaviors. He seemed to become those people he had parasitized.
Nan Fusheng had often experienced similar sensations when he had first begun using Parasitism, but he also knew clearly that he could experience the parasitized hosts' emotions, yet he absolutely could not immerse himself in them. At most, those feelings could be watched like a film.
He was Nan Fusheng, a Marauder. Seizing that familiar feeling, Nan Fusheng quickly adjusted his mindset, completely detached himself from his emotions, and observed everything with cold indifference, unaffected by the emotions within those memories.
As a "Marauder," one had to follow one's heart, take reality into account, analyze rationally, make choices and trade-offs, and keep one's emotions steadily balanced at all times.
The moment his mindset stabilized, Nan Fusheng's mind immediately settled. Then he felt the Potion's power spread through his body, like a net falling down with every thread razor-sharp.
In an instant, Nan Fusheng felt his Spirit Body and flesh being divided into countless tiny pieces. Unable to endure it any longer, he let out a scream from the depths of his soul:
"No!"
His thoughts were immediately split apart as well, becoming fragments that merged with different portions of flesh and gained their own consciousness:
There was a Nan Fusheng in pain, an arrogant Nan Fusheng, a