The four great immortals who had taught him in his mind had only wanted to fight over his body. Their talk of becoming an immortal had all been a lie.
The more he used their power, the more he leaned toward them. Eventually, once one lump of shit made up enough of him, it would be able to unilaterally turn him into its own shape.
Fortunately, fortunately, he had received the Emperor's grace!
He could never repay Brahman for his kindness!
"Since that's the case! Then come, powers of the Four Gods! Let me accept you! Become a part of me!"
With that thought, Geralt stood up and began calling on the Warp with all his might. In an instant, immense power surged madly into his body. His head began to grow pointy, his muscles swelled, his body grew sexy, and his belly became fat. In just a few short moments,
he had become an amalgamation of a pointy head, fatness, sexiness, and strength—a being that gave off an incomparably model-like vibe.
"Eek, why does my head feel itchy? Am I growing a brain? Ah, whatever, that's not important! Hahaha, I'm a champion of the Four Gods now. Though, I might be a champion of the Four Gods, but it also seems impossible that I could be one..."
A Luo thought, his consciousness growing hazy. At that moment, he felt his left brain and right brain fighting.
You two, stop fighting!
He shook his head, and the pointy skullcap came loose, revealing the two lumps of brain flesh inside: his left and right brains, grappling with each other.
"Fight! You foolish right brain, I'm the master of this body! Gah, die! Behold the churning of my brain cells, the Brain-Shattering Demon-Slaying Fist!"
The left brain shouted at the top of