Next, Anvis stayed at Ogman's home for three days.
Considering they were his benefactors, Ogman generously allowed the two of them to stay temporarily in the spare rooms of his house.
Although Ogman usually despised the very image of mercenaries like them—muscle where their brains should be, reeking constantly of alcohol and sweat, knowing only how to swing weapons and slaughter mindlessly.
Once he received the first batch of materials from Chom, enough for his current experiments.
Their images immediately grew far loftier in his mind, and even those two rugged mercenary faces became rather handsome and agreeable.
However, after only a while, that sense of fondness gradually vanished along with his patience.
No matter what he did, Anvis's figure would always appear in the corner of his vision.
While conducting bloodline experiments, Anvis hovered beside him.
When he went to eat after the experiments, Anvis hovered beside him.
When he changed into experimental protective clothing, Anvis watched him through a door.
Even when he could no longer endure it and tried to meditate for some peace and quiet, Anvis's bearded mercenary face still appeared in his meditation space! To hell with it! This was ridiculous! Ogman had become somewhat mentally exhausted during these days... After maxing out the Twisted Seed's growth, Anvis left Ogman several High-Ranked bloodlines, including the Cursed Plutonium Dragon bloodline.
Then, under Ogman's somewhat fanatical farewell, he departed with Chom.
There was no way he could give him a Legendary Bloodline yet.
Even though the Twisted Seed had already influenced his mind and locked his loyalty at fanaticism,
given Ogman's current experimental progress, letting him use a Legendary Bloodline as the basis to attempt to construct Perfect Blood
was equivalent to having someone with no construction experience oversee the building of a skyscraper.
Even if he