"Headless flies..."
Ronan repeated it softly, the implication rather subtle. It was hard to say whether it was mockery or something else, much like his currently blurred figure, features, and focus of gaze.
By comparison, the "Scarlet Fleshy Tumor" in Ronan's hand—the reactor—had far more substance.
The reactor's pulsations in Ronan's palm were still visible to the naked eye. Its peculiar shape also made the perfectly ordinary young man look like a murderous fiend who had ripped open a belly and dug out a heart. Its rhythm, however, remained relatively steady, radiating a unique vitality.
Even though he knew this sort of replica had already been distributed worldwide by Li Wei's faction to collect the special compound known as "spores" generated by Aberration Infected, Ronan was still rather surprised to see one aboard the Emerald Light, openly used by Black Lion—and even repurposed.
So he offered a new assessment. "Something like headless flies... Mr. Black Lion, you're being too modest. At the very least, not just anyone can alter the function of that aberrant parasite Li Wei differentiated inside it."
Black Lion still had both arms wrapped around Swan's neck, his big belly forcing Swan's slender neck into a painfully curved arc. The posture was ridiculous, and he worked hard to maintain his smile, keeping the atmosphere hovering on the brink of rupture.
"You've seen me make a fool of myself, Brother Ronan. I only grafted together some existing Aberrant Species and happened to get this result. It was just a blind cat stumbling across a dead mouse..."
Grafting?
Ronan considered it, but did not pursue the matter. On the other hand, from "headless flies" to "blind cat"—was Black Lion saying that he had made some progress over the years?
Black Lion immediately continued, "Brother Ronan, you still haven't said