As expected, Lady Nepheli was a woman of skill. She'd volunteered with good reason.
From the very beginning, Fu Qian hadn't thought she was here to show off her torture techniques.
She was someone who'd made a name for herself in both the underworld and the legitimate world. It would've been beneath her to take pride in such petty tricks.
Now Nepheli had proven that much. She'd gone straight for the heavy stuff, inflicting deep-seated corruption.
Not only was her sense of self being "grafted" onto something else, but the target of the graft was this mysterious Dark Holy See.
And this was only the beginning. If the process went on for long enough, no one could say what state the victim's mind would end up in.
Anyone who was lying low for the moment, waiting for a chance to rescue Old Professor Fu, would clearly have to consider whether there'd be any chance left later.
Fu Qian casually felt around and confirmed that this time, it seemed to be his stomach.
The organ, already adept at changing shape, was stretching into a strange form as his abdomen was torn open.
See? This was why you couldn't go around giving people nicknames. Now karma had come back to bite him.
As for the transformation, Fu Qian's first thought was how important moral education was.
He'd always called people Your Excellency Stomach because of their appearance. Well, now it was his turn.
And this place really did seem to be the Holy See of Your Excellency Stomach. There could be no better example of instant karma.
While he was musing, Fu Qian had already figured out where the stomach corresponded to within the Holy See: the long table in front of him.
Even the wine that had just been splashed around