Jacques's "simple treatment" was easy enough for Fu Qian to guess at.
The problem with Jian wouldn't be so easily solved. He had thrown everything he had at it, yet one unexpected thing after another had happened. His last move had probably been to take her back and find someone to help.
As a vampire who prided himself on his manners, turning his food into this kind of mess had to be a blow to his dignity.
So, in Fu Qian's view, the so-called treatment was probably just cosmetic work. It wouldn't take much time.
Jacques had sounded like he was trying to keep things light. What he was really waiting for was the carved giant cocoon to finish taking control of Fu Qian.
The cocoon was still contracting inward, as if it wouldn't stop until it had trapped him completely.
Unfortunately for it, that fine hope would never come to pass.
As the Old Day Engraving that embodied the essence of "wounds" opened, rows of cuts appeared on Fu Qian without question, like fish mouths.
Of course, as he ascended to demigodhood and his flesh grew more vigorous, his wounds healed even faster. In practice, that meant the fish mouths opened and closed much more quickly.
A few seconds later, this rather infectious sight seemed to finally affect the contracting cocoon.
A hairline crack appeared.
It wasn't the patterns themselves that had been cut, but the spaces between them.
It was as if a discrepancy in their dimensions had thrown off their weaving, leaving a tiny mismatch.
Not bad.
Fu Qian wasn't surprised by this result. He was even satisfied.
Before activating this gift from the Mad God, he'd considered the possible ways "wounds" might manifest.
When it came to the world's fundamental powers—the embodiment of its laws—he