A deep chant entered Little Chen's mind.
The chopping paused.
It sped up, and the chopping drew closer and closer. Little Chen felt the chill of the blade as it lay across his body, about to fall.
Little Chen could even feel how sharp the knife was. Merely being close to it made the chunk of flesh on his body ache faintly.
Riiip!
Gestate.
Sprout.
Flesh and blood were its finest nourishment.
It took root in Little Chen's body and instantly unfurled its branches and leaves.
However, if someone were to enter Little Chen's room and see the scene on the bed, they probably would not find it beautiful at all.
Things resembling the veins of a human body had rooted themselves in Little Chen, growing and coiling around him.
Then, their own flesh grew from them—layer upon layer of fatty chunks of meat without skin piled together.
The sight was nauseating and terrifying.
Little Chen was wrapped within a mass of growing flesh, as though he had become their incubation chamber, while his own flesh and blood served as their best nutrients.
If anyone from the enforcement team saw this, they would likely use their abilities immediately to sever the things wrapped around Little Chen.
Yet Little Chen could clearly feel that ever since these things had appeared on his body, the sound of chopping meat had vanished.
The stinging pain he had felt on his skin also disappeared.
The flesh buds poked their heads out slightly. They "looked" in a certain direction, then extended their feelers into the Void.
At incredible speed, they wrapped themselves around something.
In the Void, a Weird let out a shriek. Its entire body was covered in enormous heaps of accumulated fatty flesh, making it look like a person swollen countless times over.