He'd truly been dealt a cruel hand by fate.
In just a few seconds, after barely enjoying a moment of peace, Brain Fork was already covered in a layer of crystalline frost.
Though Brain Fork's presence had kept him from making a sound, the man had an ordinary human constitution. It wouldn't be long before he was dead.
The moment Amira realized this, she hurriedly called out to stop the volunteer.
Fortunately, he hadn't fallen into the kind of rapture common to people who had just gained new powers. He took her advice at once.
The cold radiating from him rapidly dissipated.
"Should we go outside before we talk?"
Seeing Brain Fork's breathing gradually return to normal, Amira let out a sigh of relief and made the suggestion.
Things had repeatedly spiraled out of control today. Staying here any longer was too dangerous for the poor man.
"Sure."
Fu Qian had no objections, and after a moment's thought, Reginald agreed as well.
He stepped forward, took hold of Brain Fork, and pulled it out bit by bit, with the same firm, steady hand he'd used to insert it.
No blood flowed. The moment Brain Fork came free, even the ragged wound in the flesh closed rapidly.
The man's body shuddered, and his breathing quickened. He looked as if he might wake at any moment.
"Let's go."
Reginald put Brain Fork away without even sparing it another glance.
Amira gave Fu Qian a slight nod, signaling him to follow.
With their footsteps deliberately light, Fu Qian walked between them as the group returned outside without a sound.
The night was still deep. After all, in theory, only a few minutes had passed.
But after their round trip, the group could certainly be said to have returned with a full haul.