The Blood Scion Auben abruptly broke off.
Everyone could see the surprise on the Blood Scion's face.
Then everyone heard the Blood Scion speak-
"So that's how it is...
Interesting! Interesting!"
As he spoke, the Blood Scion turned his gaze toward Freeman.
"Well done."
The Blood Scion praised Freeman.
Then the Blood Scion looked squarely at Freeman. A trace of seriousness entered his scarlet eyes, and his voice grew solemn.
"Would you be willing to become my son?"
At the Blood Scion's question, Freeman, who had regrown one of his arms, began to tremble.
Wasn't this exactly what he had always dreamed of?
Not some casual transaction, but true blood kinship.
Without the slightest hesitation, Freeman prostrated himself in an extremely awkward position, as though bowing in worship.
"I am willing, Father!"
The moment those words left his lips, a wax pill appeared in his newly regrown hand.
Even through the wax, Freeman could smell its fragrance.
It was unlike the scent of any prey he had ever hunted for food.
What lay before him was...
A gift!
His instincts as a Blood Fighter made his entire body tremble. He never even considered cracking open the wax pill; he swallowed it whole, wax and all.
The next moment, abundant Blood Clan energy roared and surged through Freeman's body like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
In just an instant, Freeman's mutilated body became whole.
Then his restored body began to grow taller and bulk up.
As a Blood Fighter, Freeman had already stood nearly two meters tall, with an arm circumference of a full sixty centimeters.
Now, with every breath Freeman took, he grew another centimeter taller, and his arms and thighs grew thicker.
After a full thirty breaths, Freeman stood two meters thirty tall, his arms measuring a full sixty-five