Hannibal took off his shirt and sat down in the cultivation pool.
The warm nutrient fluid rose over his chest. He shivered reflexively and looked down at his arm.
The flesh that had once changed only according to commands now displayed unfamiliar reactions.
He still remembered how it had felt when he first learned to create constructs.
If a piece of muscle was connected in the wrong place, the entire limb had to be redone. Back then, he wished he could grow a few more hands and pairs of eyes, so he would not ruin one side while attending to the other.
Now, even the Patrol Carrier had taken to the skies.
Yet there were still far too many parts of his own body that had gone unused.
Bi Ren Liang Mou sat down in the adjacent cultivation pool and placed the prepared bone material within reach.
"I'll watch over you first. Stop if anything goes wrong."
Hannibal nodded and closed his eyes.
Psychic energy began to flow.
He started with the arm he knew best, using the perception established through Flesh Assimilation to carefully touch every bundle of muscle.
In the past, whenever he wanted to raise his arm, the muscles contracted; whenever he wanted to alter its shape, he transferred more flesh there.
This time, he did not rush to give orders.
Following the sensation of a wound closing on its own, he guided psychic energy into finer fibers and sent the nutrients within his body after it.
Soon, subtle writhing appeared beneath his skin.
Hannibal furrowed his brow.
Numbness, soreness, and a faint burning sensation surged from his entire arm to his shoulder. It felt like blood flowing back through an arm that had been pinned down too long, but the sensation reached every part of his