Naimus was displeased, yet through their connection, he precisely struck the weak point in Molo's arm.
"Your actions may seem clever, using silver aura to overlook the conflicting traits between your physiques."
"Yet that was actually a waste."
Molo was not short. In fact, stacked values had made his frame enormously large.
He looked like a sturdy little giant.
Descriptions like ape arms and a wasp waist, or tall and powerfully built, all suited Molo.
With that unusual build, he was even taller than Naimus.
Yet at this moment, before Naimus, he seemed to be looking up at him.
From below, he seemed to see Naimus's gaze—seemingly mocking, yet actually devoid of any emotion.
"The various physiques have merely been forcibly fused under the effects of silver aura."
"Like a haphazardly assembled tool. It can be used, but it is riddled with flaws."
"Your best system is alchemy."
"The concept of silver is precisely the core that connects everything."
"If you had taken that path, you might truly have caused me some trouble." As Naimus spoke, he swung his sword once more.
The flesh all over Molo's body twisted, and he sprang to the side like a coiled spring, dodging the attack.
At the same time, the fingers of his severed arm kept clawing at the ground as it rapidly made its way back to Molo.
Molo grabbed the hand and pressed it against his wound.
His severed arm rapidly fused back together.
With a twitch of his fingers, Molo's hand had reattached.
He still looked human enough.
But in truth, he was already a fusion of traits from over a hundred monsters.
He was not lacking in passives such as self-healing and limb regeneration.
It was simply that he rarely had cause to use such abilities.
With his values,