Sun Hang mischievously picked at the statue's nostril with his finger. Instantly, that strange sensation of pleasure appeared inside his own nose as well.
"Is it merely sensory synchronization, or...?"
A blade extended from a gap at J2796's fingertip and lightly sliced across the statue's face.
Sun Hang could feel the blade's tip cutting through skin, yet no mark appeared on the statue's face.
At first, Sun Hang felt nothing, but two seconds later, a faint burning sensation came from his cheek. He reached up to touch it, and his fingertips were immediately stained with bright red blood.
"Attacks it receives can be transferred to me too?" Sun Hang froze slightly. "A Rule-type Anomaly?"
But if it was an Anomaly, why was his devouring ability completely ineffective against it?
After thinking for a moment, Sun Hang stuffed the head back into the recess behind the statue—but the instant he put it in, a suffocating sensation surged over him. His vision began to blur, and the whole world started spinning...
When he removed the head from the recess again, those strange effects vanished instantly, as though everything had merely been an illusion.
"...Don't tell me I have to carry this head around forever?"
Sun Hang's gaze suddenly shifted to the headless Buddha statue.
What would happen if he put the Buddha statue's head back in place?
Would it return to its original appearance as a Buddha, or would he himself become the Buddha seated before the offering table?
Sun Hang did not believe in religion. In his view, whether it was the gods and Buddhas worshipped by Easterners, the God worshipped by Westerners, or the Lord worshipped by the oil barons, they were all spiritual comforts invented by humanity.
Sun Hang glanced at the white fungal threads spread throughout the entire