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Traveling with Russell could not be called boring.

Setting aside the stunts the old man kept pulling every few days and his own twisted sense of humor, he was quite an excellent traveling companion. Considerate, graceful, and able to casually recount the sights and stories of every place. Even in idle conversation, he would occasionally offer thought-provoking words and philosophy.

Anyone unaware of his vile nature would surely take him for a kind, amiable old gentleman at first sight.

Unfortunately, times had changed. "Gentleman" no longer carried the same praise it once did.

Russell was the same.

As Huai Shi drove through the tunnel, he caught a change beside him from the corner of his eye. The old man, who had been reclining in his seat and scrolling through his phone, rolled over—and his whole style instantly changed.

The once graceful old gentleman turned into a furry White Bear, glasses perched on his nose, one paw holding a phone, a huge cigar clenched between his lips. It was lit, smoke rising from it.

He looked like a polar bear that had broken out of a zoo, utterly delighted and at ease.

Who knew what he was even doing.

In any case, Huai Shi had long stopped finding Russell's antics strange.

He had no idea how many similar animal forms he had seen.

As far as he knew, among all the Creature Lineages summarized by the Present Realm, from land to sea to sky, there was not an animal Russell could not become. And it was not merely an outward transformation; even his internal structure could change along with it.

He could even perfectly imitate the Great Group Lords.

More absurdly, different people could see entirely different appearances when looking at him. It inevitably reminded Huai Shi of that bastard Woodman.