Flesh Mutation Maximum targets: 1 Maximum attack range: 1 m Designate a target and cause their body to mutate. Positive use: improves the body to a certain extent. Become a little taller, make the skin somewhat smoother, make the hair fluffier and more lustrous, strengthen a designated organ to a certain extent, accumulate fat in a designated area... Negative use: consider growing taste buds in the large and small intestines of anyone who offends you... Note: Negative use consumes an enormous amount, is as difficult to undo as climbing Mount Everest, and can very easily create a lifelong enemy. Please do not use it casually.
Holy shit.
You really were the god the Sea Born worshipped, weren't you?!
What the hell kind of monster was this?
Russell was so startled that even the tail he had been keeping wrapped around his waist slipped out!
As a buff, this skill was actually pretty useless.
At most, it counted as a permanent charisma buff.
But once it turned into a debuff, this ability instantly became something that did not seem like it belonged in the human world...
Making taste buds grow directly inside someone's intestines—how was that any different from making them eat that stuff every day?!
There was a difference. If you were willing to burn your body's vitality and blood, you could cover the target's stomach and intestines in taste buds. That area was much larger than a tongue...
At that point, even the Prompt Device fell silent.
With a little cleanup, Causality Law: Thousand Years of Death could still disguise itself as the declaration of some great god.
If Russell could evolve this skill into an area attack someday, then dress in Romanian noble attire whenever he had nothing better to do, he might even be mistaken for Vlad the Impaler.
But this skill was different.
Damn it, making taste buds grow in someone's intestines...
"...Huihui, do you have anything else to say?"
Russell looked expressionlessly at the girl who had confidently promised to draw a normal skill.
Huihui: "..."
She shrank her neck, feeling as though her boss had turned into some terrifying dragon that was about to stuff her, a useless little snack, into his mouth and chew her up.
Russell looked at the useless mage, sighed, then turned toward someone in the void with a heartbroken expression.
"Ah Tong, is something wrong with you? Why do you keep producing this kind of Hades nonsense?"
Russell questioned the system in his mind.
Yeah.
Why were there such bizarre skills in his card pool?
Even the Prompt Device could not figure it out.
It did not remember ever going to Hades to wholesale skills!
Of course, even if it had wholesaled similar skills from Hades, it could not admit it.
If word got out, how was it supposed to keep going!!
It must have been Huihui! Her wish must have mutated the card!!
The Prompt Device immediately shifted the blame onto Huihui.
Right, intense wishes twisted the card's nature.
Russell was stunned by that explanation.
Good lord, Huihui's dream was to make enemies grow taste buds all over their large intestines?
Even if that made sense, what about Naruto?
So his dream was either to wildly blow up people's asses or get his own blown up?
The Prompt Device fell silent too.
He could not keep making things up.
An eerie silence spread through the group.
Before scratching the card, they made grand declarations.
While scratching the card, they babbled nonsense.
After scratching the card, they said nothing.
"Ahem, buddy, don't be so depressed."
Valmont stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Although the ability does seem a little strange... ahem, isn't it still pretty strong?"
"It can make people taller, improve their skin, and even give women better figures. If you told me this ability could make kidneys undergo a second puberty, I'd believe you—"
At that point, he suddenly froze.
The man who spent his days indulging in wine and women covered his kidneys, then carefully examined the card again.
Strengthen a designated organ to a certain extent.
Could it give his kidneys an epic-level enhancement?
An inexplicable passion began burning in Valmont's heart.
Under Russell's baffled gaze, that guy secretly stuffed a bank card and the talisman that should have been handed to Russell only after they had talked late into the night into Russell's pocket.
"Buddy... ahem, we've known each other for so long. Ahem, I've never asked you for anything."
The Mafia boss wore an ingratiating expression.
You there?
Help strengthen my kidneys.
Black Snake: I've Seen Everything, but I've Truly Never Seen This
Facts proved that there were no useless skills in this world, only useless users.
Russell held the bank card Valmont had given him and felt that rich people's money was surprisingly easy to earn.
Aphrodisiacs and beauty treatments.
The two most common scams in human history.
Yet countless men and women always charged toward those two pits.
Even though they knew perfectly well that there was probably a pit ahead, they still went forward without hesitation.
After all, what man could refuse a boost in muscle dimensions?
"I feel like I could earn at least a hundred million dollars by holding consultations in Washington once."
Russell suddenly felt that running mines and pharmaceutical factories was rather boring.
They were nowhere near as profitable as health supplements.
Could you have a little ambition?
The Prompt Device was almost too exhausted to complain.
Russell had finally shown a little ambition and forcefully killed the Black Snake... although the method had not been particularly honorable, he really had forcefully killed an unlucky bastard.
According to the previous plan, he should have prepared to use Meyer Economics to eliminate the two leaders of Ursus's Third Army Group, then use his noble status to swallow up part of the inheritance left behind by those two unlucky bastards and the Black Snake, becoming one of Ursus's northern powerhouses.
But judging by Russell's current expression, he had been completely drawn in by the consultation fee Valmont had paid.
...You aren't planning to abandon the original plan and just open men's clinics and plastic surgery hospitals in every world, are you?
"How could that be? The Black Snake still needs to be tortured, and Grand Duke of Baikal still needs to take thirteen stab wounds to the back and die by suicide. Otherwise, I won't be able to pay off my debts at all."
Russell shook his head and explained Meyer Economics.
Paired with his icy eyes that seemed devoid of even a trace of warmth, he perfectly matched the public's image of an elite noble.
—Cold-blooded, ruthless, intelligent, and unsmiling.
"But becoming a northern powerhouse doesn't stop me from opening private clubs in Victoria and helping all sorts of cat-eared girls solve certain developmental problems."
Russell communicated with the Prompt Device like this.
The illusion of the cold-blooded young noble instantly shattered.
Then, as if he had remembered something, an annoyed expression appeared on his face.
"No, I can't linger only in Victoria just because I like cats."
"I should bestow this sacred power Heaven has given me upon girls of every race, rather than only making friends with cat-eared girls."
The Prompt Device was dumbfounded.jpg
Why don't you keep owing some money? It feels like you've completely lost yourself ever since you realized you could solve your debt problem.
The Prompt Device sighed gloomily.
"I'll be short of money?"
Russell burst into laughter, like Dong Zhuo entering the capital, like Sun Jian and Yuan Shu obtaining the Imperial Seal, like Wang Mang ascending the throne as emperor.
"What a joke. My mines in Ursus stretch for hundreds of miles, my Originium pharmaceutical factories operate around the clock, Raikou Ryoma Sniper and Valmont provide external investment, and I can inherit the assets of the Black Snake and Grand Duke of Baikal internally. How could I possibly be short of money?"
Popping champagne at halftime was not a good omen.
"If the ending can already be determined, why not start popping champagne at halftime?"
Russell walked out of his residence and took out a dagger.
The dagger looked utterly ordinary, but after Russell pressed the milky-white circular button embedded in it, black mist spread out like a winding serpent.
It was Koschei, whom Russell and the Reunion Movement had jointly restrained.
Perhaps because the injuries dealt by the fake Gungnir had been too severe, that black mist also seemed listless.
"Koschei."
"What do you think of your new home?"
The young man grinned before the mist serpent, looking as punchable as possible.
"..."
Koschei said nothing. It truly did not want to speak to Russell at all.
This bastard clearly possessed one of Yan's noblest bloodlines and was an Ursus noble, yet not only had he refused to side with them, the landowning nobles, he had even learned some disgusting, bizarre Originium Arts that were evil beyond belief.
It was ashamed to associate with him.
Hey, hey, Koschei seems completely unwilling to talk to you.
"We're already partners. Don't be so distant."
Russell tried to stroke the giant snake's head to soothe it.
But the instant he extended his hand, all the mist scattered away.
The smile on Russell's face gradually vanished, and the kunai in his pocket began to stir.
The Black Snake's pupils trembled violently.
It knew that scene all too well. Back then, this guy had used Patriot's cover and that kunai to blast it out of the sky.
"Lord Russell, does behavior like yours truly do justice to your bloodline?"
It finally spoke.
"Bloodline? No, doesn't every household in Yan have a little noble blood?"
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