"Wu Ling's in grave danger!!"
As the girl watched the man before her draw closer and closer, a chill ran from the top of her head down her spine to her tailbone. She felt that her end was right before her.
The restraint device covering her eyes and sealing her mouth seemed to let her see the truth more clearly. The extraordinary trait of "Reading (Pollution/Taboo)" gave her an even deeper understanding of Lu PingAn's "reality."
He was a warped existence like a black hole, swallowing all the surrounding light, with countless tentacles extending outward—in the literal sense!
"Don't come over. Don't get close. Don't come inside."
But the girl's whimpers were meaningless. The man, slowly indulging his twisted sense of humor, entered her with countless tentacles.
Don't misunderstand. They went in from above.
The restraining mask, gag, and clothing were torn apart. The tentacles went straight into her ears, eye sockets, and mouth.
Brain, nerves, glands... In the eyes of the most elite Life-type Observer, no secret could be hidden.
All kinds of bodily fluids, neural structures, brain cell characteristics, arteries and veins would be toyed with, analyzed, and verified, until every secret was obtained.
On Lu PingAn's other side, a human body made of tentacles was writhing. Judging by appearance alone, its increasingly spherical form was becoming more and more like Baishi Wuling.
Clay doll, mannequin, oversized doll, life-sized figurine—the "prototype" drew ever closer to the main body, even surpassing the main body's own understanding of herself. It was not something as simple as internal structure; Lu PingAn had replicated the soul's imprint upon matter.
Life continuously evolved in his hands: infant, little girl, young girl, adult, middle-aged, elderly... Though the air was already filled with the girl's screams, the sight of herself as an old crone was