Fern became focused. Ever since he had turned the Art Teacher into a work of art and placed her in his personal art gallery, he felt that his soul had already been sublimated! At first, he had been in great pain, but after some time, he became composed.
Every day, he talked to the Art Teacher. She had not truly left him; she had merely changed forms and would remain by his side forever.
Not to mention that he was wearing a part of her body. No matter where he went, they would always be together! Sometimes, Fern even planned to have himself turned into a work of art after he died, so he could be placed together with the Art Teacher.
He had even designed many different forms, so they could remain together forever and never be separated again!
Of course, before that, he still had a great deal of work to do. As a result, he had come to seem much more "normal" in the eyes of many people.
Actually, he had never been abnormal from the beginning. It was just that most people in this world could not understand him, so he had no choice but to disguise himself as one of those idiots.
But in the eyes of the few who understood him, that made him even more terrifying! Because he had become gentler!
Fern pushed Chip Exchange Mr. onto the worktable, lifted him onto it, then used a pair of scissors to cut away all his clothes as he screamed and twisted his head back and forth, stripping him bare.
"You have a lot of old wounds, as well as bullet wounds. Have you been on a battlefield?"
Fern picked up a disinfectant spray and began disinfecting his skin. If it was not disinfected, the