"Is magic really so inconvenient?"
As Vivian spoke, a tiny bead of blood gathered at her fingertip.
Then the bead of blood grew larger.
Eventually, it formed a blood sphere the size of a ping-pong ball.
Meanwhile, Gross's parts visibly turned pale.
The bloody water in the basins containing the parts also changed from murky to clear.
"Tsk, tsk, that's it?"
Lan Qingyou's eyes lit up.
According to the Magic Eye's appraisal, this blood sphere was indeed the [Gross's Blood] she wanted.
She just hadn't expected Vivian to already be capable of such precise control.
After all, extracting blood from the countless intricate, interwoven capillaries and muscles within those parts was an extremely delicate task.
It was on a completely different level from the control Marshall had displayed when he exploded on the spot before.
That was why Lan Qingyou was so surprised.
Of course.
The main reason Vivian had managed it so smoothly was that she had spent plenty of time studying her abilities during the years she had been imprisoned.
After all, she had been locked up.
Naturally, she had had plenty of time.
"How was that? Easy, right?"
Vivian placed the blood sphere in the glass bottle Lan Qingyou held out.
Then she looked proudly at Gu Xiaobei, who was crouching beside the basin with her mouth slightly open.
"I alone am enough for something like this."
"But since Hajibe didn't do anything useful—"
"Shouldn't her share of Gross's blood go to me?"
A provocation.
An utterly blatant provocation.
After all, even if something like this really happened, Vivian would never agree to take it for free.
But!
If she was just saying it to irritate Gu Xiaobei—
Then she had no such reservations.
Or rather, the two of them bickered whenever and wherever they pleased.
Even