"It seems to be going more smoothly than I expected..."
Earlier, when he sensed countless versions of himself pouring the carefully selected masterpieces from the Museum of Calamities into Lu Xin's body, Qin Ran, who had by now transformed into a Flesh Monster Tree, had grown somewhat excited.
Even he hadn't expected to transfer all the "treasures" in the bottle to Lu Xin so smoothly.
It was almost as if Lu Xin were actively asking for them.
He had polluted so many "sleepwalkers" in the wilderness—or, rather, raw materials for calamities—not to win through sheer numbers, but to find a better angle from which to transmit one or two of the exhibits into Lu Xin's body.
That was enough. Every one of these carefully selected exhibits possessed boundless power.
After all, this was pain powerful enough to drive someone insane.
The strength of the exhibits in the Museum of Calamities lay in how real and delicate the transmission of that pain was.
It didn't matter whether you had actually experienced such pain.
A sensation was a sensation, and an emotion was an emotion. Once inflicted on someone, the impact was the same.
Ability users were human too. How could anyone withstand such a powerful blow?
Because he was currently using his ability to pollute the people in the museum, then using his ability to transmit their pain and misfortune to his opponent, Qin Ran had suffered some backlash as well and experienced a taste of it himself.
Qin Ran understood all too well just how powerful such pain and misfortune were.
He had almost broken down emotionally, yet what he had transmitted was ten times—or even a hundred times—what he had experienced.
This smooth progress was like watching a fuse catch fire. It was reassuring, and even somewhat exciting.
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