The "flavor" was a little strange.
Although he'd just finished a night shift, Fu Qian wasn't too worried about calories. He swallowed half an arm in one bite.
As it turned out, though it had been kept in reserve, this was ultimately a last resort born of utter desperation.
If it hadn't been detected, it might have become a troublesome hidden danger.
It had truly used its authority as a bridge to secretly cross over, securing itself a chance to possess another body.
Unfortunately, it had chosen the wrong target.
Under the King of Prison Break's expert handling, it had failed to put up any meaningful resistance, even when it panicked at the very last moment.
And, just as in the previous task, the "food" had struggled with a remarkably complex range of flavors, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
The whole process didn't last long. Soon, the Higher Being's last hope had been completely digested, and Insight was welcomed.
A crisis was also an opportunity.
When the Warehouse had said early on that it couldn't restore his condition, Fu Qian had already wondered if he could turn that downgrade to his advantage and bring some extra benefits out of the task.
As it turned out, people really did need to dream. With his opponent's cooperation, he'd gained an unexpected benefit on his very first attempt.
Even the nature of this benefit was rather unusual.
[Through a body of flesh, recreate an ancient face and exhale the breath of destruction.
The breath is so pure that it can be called the purest symbol of power.
The only problem is that there are three ancient faces.]
An ancient face reappearing on his body, exhaling the pure symbol of destruction?
That description couldn't help but remind him of the Fire-Lightning-Blood Tri-Ring that had