The Perilous Old Royal Palace

None of the people in this space were ordinary. Quite a few heard the sound of a bottle breaking inside the man's body.

But unlike Pierson, who knew what to listen for, most of them had their attention elsewhere.

Professor Pierson stroked his chin. "He must have modified his stomach."

"He swallowed the whole bottle of Magic Potion, then crushed it with his muscles when he needed it."

Nearby, the Master from the Excellence Institute—the one with two mouths and four eyes—turned to the team members behind him.

One of them immediately lowered his voice. "There's a good chance he discovered some of our experimental secrets from the Burrowing Worm's anatomy."

At that explanation, excitement gleamed in the Master's four eyes.

"Clearly, his body's unusual properties go beyond resistance to Magic Potions."

Unlike those two research groups, Edward the Vampire and Alcott of the Spirit Communion Society were driven more by their own desires.

As Edward made his move, Alcott acted too.

The power of a true Master Level ability enveloped Evan in an instant.

Evan immediately felt his desires slip entirely out of control.

The urge to eat, the desire for money, the urge to reproduce, the desire for pleasure...

In the space of a heartbeat, those desires became almost tangible beasts inside Evan's body.

The next moment, his skin began to twist and swell.

Beneath that resilient skin, grotesque human faces bulged outward one after another.

They struggled as they pushed against it, as though trying to tear free of his body.

Evan immediately used Mist Brain Plague to shield himself.

But a moment later, he felt a far greater power envelop his Mist Brain Plague. Its power was forcibly dispersed!

"Status suppression!"

It was the overwhelming superiority of a higher Beyonder form of life.

Once a Master