"Success!"
Lu Xingshi looked at the Werewolf Curse confined within the container, continuously being extracted.
Through extensive experimental research, he had found the root of the Werewolf Curse.
It came from above the stars—more specifically, the moon.
Through some kind of rule or authority, the moon had transformed into the Werewolf Curse, which was then inscribed into human souls. The soul then affected the body's genes, and it was ultimately triggered by the Full Moon.
The quantity and quality of the Werewolf Curse had actually been fixed when it was transformed, but it had been affected by the environment during the inscription process. That was why the curse on Blue seemed so thin.
The entire environment was like a reducing lens. Any high-energy system passing through the Mortal World's environment would ultimately be scaled down into factors suited to that environment.
By intercepting the source and using equipment to separate it, Lu Xingshi had ultimately caused the Werewolf Curse to multiply without end.
Lu Xingshi did not care who paid the price. What mattered was that he had succeeded.
Next, he only needed to convert the Werewolf Curse into clean energy, turning it into an energy system he could use.
As for it being reclaimed someday? He would deal with that when the time came.
When that day truly came, if the other party dared to reclaim it, Lu Xingshi might just shove them in as the energy core.
"The gods probably aren't completely dead. Death may not be an end for them. It might be a state, something akin to a coma."
"Otherwise, the source of the Werewolf Curse could not possibly be the moon."
Lu Xingshi muttered to himself. In his original assumption, the Werewolf Curse would be inherited through genes.
But that was not the case. It