Folding Paper

[Sanity Value -10]

[Sanity Value -10]

[Sanity Value -10]

When the activation prompt for False God Incarnation rang out for the twelfth time, the situation finally took a turn for the better.

By now, Fu Qian could barely maintain a human shape.

Aside from a conceptual head and a hand, responsible for wearing the mask and digging out kidneys respectively, he had completely let the rest of his body run wild.

A crimson web, as bright as the moonlight overhead, had already enveloped him.

The reason this was a welcome change was that Emperor An Jing was even more resplendent.

After all, happiness was relative!

At this moment, An Jing Shizhi looked more like an emperor than ever.

A magnificent six-sided crown sat atop his head, which no longer had any discernible features.

Below it was a robe formed from layers of blood membranes, imposing and magnificent.

The only problem was that wiggling tendrils of flesh swayed across the splendid robe, making it look as if it had been left out so long that it had grown maggots.

The crimson, misaligned semicircles were now its most dazzling pattern.

Thanks to Fu Qian's relentless efforts, his opponent's level of corruption had finally surpassed his.

They said the more depraved you became, the happier you were. Surely this man had reached the height of bliss by now—wait, maybe not.

"You have to die today!"

From the direction of An Jing Shizhi's roar, Fu Qian realized he still had work to do.

"Glad to hear it."

His body was sliced clean in two, and the hand on one half once again fished a heap of fragments out from between the layers of blood membrane.

Still no trigger.

More than a dozen kidney digs, and only one triple hit. Guess you really