Carnage [Initial Symbiote]

Chapter 34: Carnage [Initial Symbiote] (Chapter 11 is important! Very important! Begging for follows in advance!)

[Defeated Tsunade [Youth], probability triggered, obtained new template]

[Name: Carnage [Initial Symbiote]]

[World: Marvel]

[Quality: Green]

[Advancement: Can advance—Carnage [Proliferated Individual] (Purple)]

[Abilities: ① Bio-Armor: Can partially negate physical damage, partially negate minor special attribute attacks, and provides a boost to base three-dimensional attributes. ② Precise Camouflage: Can alter one's own appearance, physique, vocal cords, pupils, and even aura through willpower; can also perfectly mimic a specific target's appearance through cellular genetics. ③ Mimicry Transformation: Decomposes and mimics non-living matter through consumption, transforming it into similar morphological structures, such as shields, blades, or even wings, spikes... ④ Division Proliferation (Unlocked): Generates subordinate individuals through division and proliferation, linking consciousness between individuals with the host as the core. ⑤ Specialized Healing (Unlocked): Highly malleable body structure grants special healing abilities; even if broken, pierced, or crushed, it can rapidly recover and regenerate, and is immune to toxins and mental control. ⑥ Possession Fusion (Unlocked): Can attach to other individuals and control their bodies, but only retains 50% of the above effects; ultrasonic waves and high temperatures will forcibly separate the symbiote.]

[Advancement Requirements: 0/10000 points (Not Met)]

[Points Held: 2200]

"...Symbiote?"

Yun Chuan frowned, his expression somewhat troubled. He thought to himself, "That sticky, gooey stuff... I really can't bring myself to like it."

He didn't have much information about the character "Carnage."

What left the deepest impression was its appearance.

A mass of sticky goo surged out and wrapped around its host, leaving only pure white eyes, sharp fangs, and a long tongue.

But looking at those abilities, it was still a very practical template...

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Just as Yun Chuan was pondering his newly acquired template, he suddenly heard knocking at the door behind him.

"Boss!"

Yahiko's expression shifted, and he was about to say something.

But seeing Yun Chuan smile and shake his head, he swallowed the words on his lips.

"Coming, please wait a moment." Yun Chuan spoke while shooting a glance, signaling Nagato to restore the items in the room to their original state.

Click.

Yun Chuan opened the door just a crack, letting a few faint rays of sunset filter into the dim room.

"Sorry to bother you. You must be the noble lord my husband mentioned?" A warm and kind voice came from outside the door.

Standing outside was an elderly woman with a gentle face and silver hair. Behind her was a young man with a blank expression.

She carried a bamboo basket in her hand, containing three portions of dinner. Steam rose from it, seeming to dispel the chill of the approaching evening.

"I made a bit too much food today, but there's only me and my husband at home. If we can't finish it, it'll go to waste."

As she spoke, she looked at Yahiko behind Yun Chuan and said in a gentle tone, "If you don't mind, could you help us take care of it?"

Yahiko felt as if the way she looked at him was like looking at her own child. Every word she spoke felt as warm as the morning sun.

It sounded like a clumsy excuse she deliberately made so they wouldn't feel embarrassed.

"Is that so?" Yun Chuan took the bamboo basket and said politely, "Thank you very much."

"I should be the one saying thank you."

The old woman showed a warm smile and pointed to the young man behind her. "This is my nephew. He'll be staying outside. If anything comes up, you can leave it to him. Well then, I won't disturb your meal."

Just as she was about to turn and leave, she suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right." She turned to look at Yun Chuan and smiled. "We'll be having a group activity tonight, so please don't wander outside."

With that, she turned and slowly walked away, leaving only the young man behind.

Ignoring the man's behavior—ostensibly service, but actually surveillance—Yun Chuan slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Boss." Yahiko looked at the food in his hands and swallowed. "This... we can't eat it, right?"

Nagato shot him a look like he was an idiot and directly dumped the food into the empty space under the wooden bed.

If they ate this stuff tonight, they'd be the ones getting eaten by others tomorrow.

"Let's give it a try."

Looking at his own portion of fresh food, Yun Chuan narrowed his eyes and spread his right hand.

The next moment, a mass of flesh-like "liquid" surged out from his palm.

"It doesn't have independent consciousness of its own, nor does it show opposition or resistance. It's more like an extension of my will. Otherwise, it would only act on commands and instinct?"

Yun Chuan raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest stirring within him.

And when he tried to control it with his mind, that mass of "liquid" gradually rose up, transforming into a drifting, blood-red "mist."

"Just as I thought, when combined with the ability of [Stand - Stray Cat], it can indeed be converted into a mist-like form."

Yun Chuan realized he could control this state, so he began to direct and deploy it with all his might, spreading it out fully.

The "blood mist" no longer gathered together; instead, it dispersed outward like fog, shrouding the entire room in a thin layer of crimson haze.

When he tried to invest part of his consciousness into it, he found that the world before him had changed. This blood mist seemed to have become his "eyes," allowing him to clearly perceive everything the fog enveloped.

It wasn't sight, but perception.

It was like observing the things within the mist from a god's perspective.

"In that case." Yun Chuan "looked" at the short blade at his waist. "Next is..."

"Huh?" Yahiko shook his head left and right, staring in astonishment at the scene. "What is this thing?"

Just as he tentatively reached out a hand, trying to touch the blood mist, Yun Chuan's palm clenched slightly.

A scene like time flowing in reverse appeared before them. The blood-red mist no longer scattered outward but was pulled back inward by some force.

In Yun Chuan's loosely clenched hand, a red gauntlet first condensed, pieced together tightly from the blood mist, followed by the blood-red blade atop it.

A crimson short blade thus coalesced in Yun Chuan's hand, its faintly cold, gleaming edge looking incredibly sharp.

"Hardness and sharpness are positively correlated with control?"

He casually twirled the blade in a flourish, making a simple attempt, and roughly determined the ability's parameters.

Its current level was already no less than that mass-produced short blade of his.

Just as Yun Chuan was pondering, a buzzing sound jolted him awake.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Yun Chuan looked up toward the window, a flicker of strangeness in his eyes.

At this moment, the sun had completely set, and the last traces of light had been swallowed.

That pure blackness devoured almost everything, with all buildings shrouded in shadow.

And those three consecutive chimes came from the distant Stone Tower.

The sound waves, like the darkness at this moment, seeped into every crevice. Even in the most shadowy and pitch-black room, Yun Chuan could feel that trembling hum.

"..." Yun Chuan looked down at the utterly calm crimson short blade in his hand, murmuring thoughtfully, "It seems that when I'm using it, I'm not affected by the sound waves."

As he pondered, the bell tolled again, the same three chimes.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

"Th-that thing, what is it?!"

Yahiko's deliberately lowered voice carried an uncontrollable tremor of fear.

After the second round of chimes, those tightly shut doors opened silently, and countless figures emerged from within.

Their lowered faces were hidden under the shadow of hoods, hands clasped together as if in devout prayer, walking like pilgrims toward the place where the bell rang.

By the window, a figure could faintly be seen standing there like a corpse.

"So this is the so-called group activity?"

A slight curve appeared at the corner of Yun Chuan's mouth as he murmured, "Just in time to give me a suitable whetstone."

As his words fell, the pervasive blood-red mist reflected in his deep blue eyes.

Hazy, mysterious, blurred, boundless...

[Triggered [Achievement-Type] Quest: [Acolyte's Sacrament]]

[Quest Details: Witness the ritual of the nascent organization [Heretic God Cult] and participate in it]

[Quest Grade: Blue]

[Quest Time Limit: 4 Natural Days]

[Completion Reward: 3000 Points]