The enormous black skeleton vanished the instant it touched Arthur, disappearing without a trace along with the death that belonged to it alone.
The entire process was like being reduced to dust and ashes.
Everyone watched, dumbfounded.
They could not understand why this had happened.
Just as they could not understand why people were born different.
Or rather...
The gap between one person and another was greater than that between a person and a dog.
And between one death and another?
There was an insurmountable gulf in rank.
If the gap between a person and a dog still lay within the same world, then crossing ranks meant a world-level difference-only by entering that world could one understand how it differed from the original world.
But none of that mattered anymore.
The dark clouds formed by the death aura dispersed.
The oppressive presence unique to death vanished completely.
Simon, Hunter, and Newt all stood back up, looking at Arthur with reverence.
Siblon, the chief of the Jia'er Mountains, and his companions shook out their wet crotches without feeling embarrassed.
After all, if everyone they knew had wet themselves, it was the same as nobody having done it.
Freed from the restraints of the death aura, William's four extra legs fell from his body, turned into decaying bones, and then vanished without a trace.
William, kneeling on one knee, had now become completely human.
At least, that was how he looked on the surface.
But Arthur knew that the distorted William had not recovered. On the contrary, his distortion had deepened.
That was precisely the danger of the mystical side.
Once mutation occurred, there was no cure.
Any so-called cure would only deepen the mutation.
Even if someone looked like an ordinary person on the outside, they had long since become "different"