The Black Beetle

Dago had devised the technique of compressing despair energy through [Blue Demon Physique] to achieve "Complete Despairfication" long ago. The idea was ingenious, but its execution was extremely crude.

It was like using a violent gunpowder explosion to drive a precision piston. It could generate power, but the wear on the engine itself was irreversible.

As his proficiency level in [Blue Demon Physique] rose, Dago began considering ways to further refine this technique of compressing despair force and then unleashing it.

He felt it still held enormous untapped potential.

Especially now that integrating the despair winter dragon bloodline had strengthened his physique a second time, beyond what [Blue Demon Physique] had given him.

"Complete Despairfication" no longer pushed my current body to its limits. I would need sufficient external pressure to reach them.

Dago looked at his hands. Beneath the starlight, his long, pale fingers almost seemed to glow.

These were hands suited to playing a piano or a harp. Yet if Dago wished, he could turn them into a pair of monstrous claws within a single breath.

His nails would instantly harden, becoming tougher than adamantine, while his muscle fibers would twist together like steel cables and tear apart every obstacle before him.

My technique for compressing despair force is too primitive and crude. As the Life Orb grows stronger, compressing it becomes increasingly difficult.

Even the growth of my mental power is struggling to keep pace. I have to improve this aspect, or sooner or later, this ultimate trump card will become obsolete.

Dago reined in his wandering thoughts and refocused on the workbench before him.

He poured a generous amount of vitality into the Roaring Fish in the tank, ensuring it would not die anytime soon.

Then he put it away and turned his attention to another