With their duties assigned, Bone Lord watched Muren disappear from sight, then lowered his head to look at White Zetsu, who was searching his cage for a chance to escape. He suddenly sighed. How could he put it? For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this reincarnation.
And... a faint gleam flashed in Bone Lord's eyes. The thing that cross had suppressed that day...
On the day he emerged from his consciousness, he had naturally asked the system a few questions, leaving out certain details. But clearly, he had received no reply whatsoever.
Or rather, he had no idea when it had started, but no matter what he asked, the system gave no response, as though it had become an actual, impersonal system.
After feeling a little frustrated, Bone Lord put the matter out of his mind.
After all, recovering his memories would achieve the same result. At least he could now confirm one thing: the current system could pose no real "threat" to him.
He came to a clearing...
Bone Lord summoned the various tools and drew the technique formula. Everything was ready. He needed no blade; a bone spike cut straight across his palm. Dark red blood dripped from his hand onto the ground like blooming flowers, looking strangely sinister.
In the next instant, that sinister red quickly spread across the entire formula!
Bone Lord frowned at the sight. Although it was strange, the Impure World Reincarnation was still proceeding smoothly, without any errors. Hmm... it should be fine...
The rest of the process was exactly the same as the previous Impure World Reincarnation.
Or rather, the only difference was that this Reanimated Body spoke. Yes, literally, though it was somewhat different from the way he had talked to himself before.
The Reanimated Body, who looked