Corruption Potion-Who Intended to Deal with Him?

After saying this, Perfect Life suddenly felt an intense urge to kill rise within him, wanting to slaughter everyone before him.

Something was wrong. Under normal circumstances, when he acted in the real world, he tried his best to hold back—especially around these people.

"Hehe..."

Suddenly, an unpleasant laugh came from in front of him. A person with clown makeup painted across his face struggled into a sitting position.

It was Dark Clown!

"Don't get up, or you'll die." Perfect Life's cold voice made his body stiffen. He truly did not rise, merely sitting cross-legged.

"You idiot... you've already been brainwashed by those people," Dark Clown said to Perfect Life.

"What you're trying to do is nothing but suicide. You could have become the god ruling this world, yet you insist on challenging a force you know absolutely nothing about alongside a pack of clowns."

Perfect Life touched the needle mark on his neck without replying, his brows tightly furrowed.

Even with a surprise attack, there were very few things in this world capable of injecting him with a needle.

That injection earlier had been administered by Dark Clown before him. Now, Perfect Life felt that his emotions were highly unstable, and his strength was somewhat unsteady as well.

"I never expected the Illuminati to have been involved in creating me back then."

Although that forbidden genetic engineering project had been spearheaded by Israel, Dark Clown's appearance proved that the Illuminati might have been the true key behind it all.

"Haha! You actually attacked the people who created you. Does that count as beating up your own father and mother?"

Boom!

Without wasting a single word, Perfect Life kicked Dark Clown straight into the sandpit, embedding him there alive.

Dark Clown's chest had caved in slightly from that kick, yet