Eat Trigon

Ba Di pondered, momentarily tempted by the allure of the Trigon, but quickly calmed down.

He is well aware of his current situation.

In the Mind World, time is essentially non-existent. Even if you spend several years here, only a fraction of a second will have passed outside.

He could clearly sense that his cells were beginning to separate, the cytoplasm was drying up, and the electron-level particles inside were operating at a near standstill.

The spiral chain of physical genes is gradually disintegrating, and the remaining Mental Strength is as weak as a thread, like a thread pulling a large truck, being torn apart by the collapsing gene chain particles, unable to even maintain itself.

In addition, the Krypton genes have already firmly homogenized Ba Di's soul within them. Once the genes collapse, the soul will naturally dissipate, beyond saving.

Unless the Codex of Life appears before Ba Di immediately to repair the defects and stabilize his genes, his gradually collapsing genetic chain cannot be prevented.

"Krypton genes are very domineering material genes. I know that guy Lao. The Krypton genes he created can even homogenize the soul, making the soul a part of the body, an existence that is indistinguishable from it."

"What you need now is a way to strongly bind together the Krypton genetic chain and prevent it from collapsing."

Trigon narrowed his eyes, Chinese Rural Dog grinned, looking both scheming and comical. Even Trigon himself didn't realize how ridiculous and funny he looked.

"So, now only a drop of your blood can help me. It's a sufficiently complex demon blood gene that can be used like superglue to control my genes from collapsing, and can even gradually devour my soul?"

Ba Di glanced at Trigon and said.

Trigon didn't deny it. Instead, he narrowed his eyes menacingly and said, "That's still better than you dying right now. A delayed death, with my blood as the framework and your Mental Strength connecting and analyzing it, is like my blood acting as a powerful adhesive, strongly binding your Krypton genes so that they don't collapse instantly."

"However, because the demon blood contains your soul and will, it will take over my body, devour my soul and will, and I will even become a demon and be eaten by you in the end."

Ba Di said coldly that using Trigon's blood would be too powerful. He himself had already transcended the multiverse, and even a drop of blood would be beyond Ba Di's ability to utilize and absorb.

If one were to truly believe what Trigon says and merge with his blood, one would only become a puppet, gradually controlled by Trigon, and treated like food, allowing him to slowly savor one's existence.

There will be no chance of escape.

Ba Di firmly believed that, therefore, at least the soul and will of the Trigon could not be preserved.

"You only have this one way: let me out. I will use my blood to help stabilize your body's genes," Trigon said sincerely. "You should know that I will not harm you. If there is any hope of letting you survive, I will not use this drop of blood to devour you, because it would be too wasteful. You are worth my main body eating."

"There is a buffer period here. It depends on whether you can take control of your own Destiny and escape from the original body."

"Ba Di, you're a smart man; you know how to choose."

The Trigon, in essence, uses a combination of enticement and persuasion, presenting Ba Di with the hope of survival—or even, survival itself, as the ultimate hope—explaining the various pros and cons and allowing Ba Di to choose.

It even points out that Ba Di has a life, has hope, and may be able to escape from the original Trigon and avoid becoming his food.

If one dies here and one's soul collapses, there is absolutely no hope left.

Every intelligent living being avoids living a life of mere survival and desires to live; no one truly wants to die.

Survival is the foundation of all life.

Trigon sees things very clearly.

Whether it's a real possibility or Trigon's vague hope, it seems there's a chance for Ba Di to survive. But if he survives, he'll face Trigon's true form, and there's no way to escape. Maybe in the future, when he becomes stronger, he can turn Trigon into a dog and boil Trigon, just like today.

This silence is a temptation.

There's a plan to focus only on the present and take things one step at a time in the future.

"Not only are demons powerful, but even their language is incredibly seductive."

Ba Di sighed, then a cold smile crept onto his lips as he stuck his chopsticks back into the pot, stirring up the fragrant aroma.

The temperature in the pot suddenly rose dramatically, and Trigon was scalded and jumped around inside. However, there was an invisible barrier above the pot that restricted Ba Di, so he could only grimace and suffer through the boiling pain with his red, dog-like eyes.

The broth from the pot, along with the aroma of the meat, rose and filled the entire space. Trigon, in pain yet also feeling a surge of craving, was in a state of extreme anguish, anxiety, and anger.

Demons are not only powerful and seductive, but also have no moral boundaries and are a race that can be enraged at any time.

"What do you want to do! Ba Miu Luo Di! Do you want to die?!" Trigon was furious. Ba Di had cooked him so deliciously and painfully that he felt his bone marrow seeping into the rich broth, making him want to take a bite himself.

Ba Di completely created his body cells, bones, and marrow from his Mind World, making them exceptionally delicious.

He rolled around in the scalding heat, howling and roaring in anger! His skin and flesh exuded a strong fragrance.

"You've got something wrong. I never do what anyone wants, not even the devil."

"Your blood, without a doubt, is something I cannot bear."

"But your daughter, Raven, created from this drop of blood, a half-hybrid of human and demon, is someone my genes can just bear. Before, she and I were one, and our minds even connected."

Ba Di grinned exaggeratedly, his mouth stretching all the way to his earlobes, revealing perfectly aligned white teeth. His eyes gleamed with a cold light. He never imagined that one day he would be able to devour the Legends Trigon in such a way.

This secretly excited him, and he couldn't help but reveal his most brutal side, grinning and staring at Trigon almost drooling.

The aroma wafted from the bubbling broth, growing ever hotter, and the intense meaty fragrance rose with the steam, causing him to squint his eyes slightly—truly a heavenly pleasure.

Trigon roared furiously in the boiling water, his dog eyes glaring at Ba Di. Ba Di looked more demonic than a demon, making Trigon, a demon himself, shudder.

Trigon's clones roamed across multiple universes. It's not that other clones died in other universes, but never before have they become food. This is simply the most tragic, most inhumane, most heroic, and most delicious death among all of Trigon's clones in the multiverse!

"Ba Miu Luo Di! I'm going to kill you!"

Trigon's ferocious rage was about to explode.

Then he saw that Ba Di's mouth seemed to be wide open, obscuring his vision.

Under his chilling, angry gaze.

I'll swallow him whole!