The Sufferer
The black cat looked no different from an ordinary black cat, except that it was much larger. However, after examining the black cat, Lu Li realized that it only looked like a black cat.
Under the influence of the twisting force, this twisted creature, apart from its appearance, no longer had any relation to the black cat. It even lacked internal organs, instead consisting of flesh and other biological tissues that, under the influence of the twisting force, formed something that Lu Li named the Twisted Core.
The Twisted Core acts as a power source, providing twisting power that supports all of the black cat's actions. It could even be said that the Twisted Core is the true form of the twisted creature. The Twisted Core is constantly in operation, and any object that enters it will be twisted and digested by the Twisted Core, which will then intensify the twisting reaction within it.
"Quite interesting," Lu Li thought. His Cursed Blood had entered the other party's Twisted Core, and through the cursed poison, it had disrupted the normal operation of the Twisted Core, which was why the black cat was paralyzed.
"I need to break it down!" Lu Li stroked the black cat's tough skin, turned his head and shouted at Fang Yi had stopped howling and was lying on the ground barely alive, "Are you dead? If you're not, come over here, otherwise you're really going to die!"
Upon hearing Lu Li's words, even though Fang Yi desperately wanted to faint and was trembling and weak all over, he still crawled toward Lu Li. He couldn't die; he had to live no matter what.
"Tsk tsk tsk, a terrifying will to survive. In terms of will to survive alone, you are the strongest human I have ever seen," Lu Li said admiringly. Fang Yi's will to survive had reached a twisted and deformed level; he was willing to do anything to survive.
"Then let's keep going!" Lu Li thought for a moment and cast a vicious spell on the black cat: Skinning Spell. Its effect is to completely peel off the skin of a defenseless creature. If the target is an inanimate object, the cost of Skinning Spell is not too high, but if the target is a living creature, then a price must be paid to cast it successfully.
Cursed marks will appear on the skin of the caster. These marks will carry the resentment and curses of the person whose skin was peeled. Every full moon, the curse marks will activate, and the resentment of the dead will burst out of the body and tear the skin of the caster. In other words, every month, the caster must endure the pain of having their skin torn apart.
So when a perfectly intact black cat skin appeared in Lu Li's hand, a strange, dark pattern also appeared on Fang Yi's arm. Furthermore, Lu Li then used several spells on the black cat, and Fang Yi experienced various aftereffects.
If Fang Yi were thrown into a magical world, he would definitely become excellent raw material for a cursed doll. He is covered with all sorts of curses, and what's even more astonishing is that he is still alive despite such inhuman torture.
At this moment, Fang Yi had three scarlet lines on both sides of his face, a blood-red worm mark between his eyebrows, black marks like blooming flowers on his right hand, three Thorn rings on his neck, and several green leaf-shaped marks on his chest near his heart.
"It's done, the Painbearer's Garment." Lu Li held a black fur coat in his hand, put it on, and the black fur automatically wrapped around Lu Li body. Although it looked a bit strange, it wasn't a big problem.
This fur coat, which Lu Li modified using various dark magic spells, is already considered a pretty good magical item. In addition to the powerful defense inherent in twisted creatures, it also has many other functions, such as the fact that the fur can grow according to the wearer's will.
Of course, this is Lu Li's privilege as the creator. If someone else were to wear it, some of the hair on the fur would pierce into the wearer's body, and the wearer would have to pay with blood and pain to activate the hair growth function.
In addition, this Painbearer's Garment has a higher-level ability: it can Extraction the life force of others through its hair to replenish itself. Theoretically, the Painbearer's Garment can achieve a low-level immortality.
In addition, Lu Li separated and preserved the black cat's brain, bones, and Twisted Core, weaving its fur into a large pouch on its back to categorize and store these items, which also contained many of those scarlet fruits.
"How are you feeling?" Lu Li turned around and looked at Fang Yi was like a dead fish. The Painful One in the Painbearer's Garment did not refer to the black cat, but to Fang Yi. Lu Li used black magic to Extraction his pain, without wasting a single bit of raw material, in order to create the Painbearer's Garment.
"Yes... yes, sir, I'm fine," Fang Yi said in a low, panting voice. The first wave of the curse's side effects had just erupted, and the pain was so intense that he felt like he was dying. Moreover, several aftereffects prevented him from fainting; he would be forced to wake up in agony.
"So it seems that although your physique is a bit ordinary, you are indeed an extremely excellent experimental subject. Congratulations, your value has increased, and it won't be so easy for you to die!" Lu Li said with interest.
He now wants to conquer this world, so naturally he needs some manpower. Fang Yi's performance is quite good, especially his crazy will to survive, which is an extremely important quality. Lu Li has already begun to think about how to modify Fang Yi and give him certain abilities.
"The key to this world is still the power of distortion." Lu Li understood. "The power of distortion has merged with the entire world, or rather, this world has been distorted. Unless one possesses a vast amount of knowledge like I do, the essence of gaining power in this world still lies in the power of distortion."
"Let's go to No. 3 Settlement. I need to obtain some Twisted Artifacts or some Correctors as test subjects to study the power of Twistedness. Otherwise, my efficiency is still too low!" Lu Li turned and walked towards Min'an No. 3 Settlement.
His blood still felt slightly hot, and the mark between his eyebrows caused him to have splitting headaches from time to time. The Thorn ring on his neck sucked his blood and stung him. The leaves on his chest, however, gave him a cool feeling. If only those tendrils hadn't wrapped around his heart.
Fang Yi struggled to his feet and followed behind Lu Li. What else could he feel besides pain? He wanted to live, he had to live. The burden he carried was not just his own life. To survive, Fang Yi was willing to do anything, as long as he could live.
Looking at Lu Li walking ahead, Fang Yi was filled with fear, but also with a strange sense of joy. He bit his finger, dripping a little blood onto a wild grass, and then watched as the grass slowly withered. The curse brought not only pain but also some extra gains; perhaps he really would have the ability to survive in this chaotic world.