Perhaps because the system announcements had been skipped after the last Instance ended, Shen Ru had no idea he had been granted this ability.
But it was strange. This ability was neither a Card nor a Talent.
Mo Yu's Talent, for example, was Plunder, yet the shadows beside him did not seem like a Talent plundered from another Player. The shadows persisted continuously, just like the ability Shen Ru had now acquired.
Muscle fibers grew wildly from the severed edge of his shoulder, flesh and bone constantly giving rise to flowing life.
The heart in his chest trembled with pain as his flesh grew unchecked, yet every pore in his body radiated an exhilarating sense of satisfaction.
Mo Yu pressed his lips together, his deep eyes still as though ink had dripped into them. After the young man cut his own arm into three pieces, darkness surged around them both, engulfing them. Scalding blood splashed across the Priest's holy white cloak, a shocking sight.
The surprise arrived, and his pulse faltered.
Even after the pale arm had completely regrown, the terror and displeasure in the man's eyes did not fade. Instead, they intensified.
At that moment, he knew exactly how he felt.
Irritation, anger, and wrenching pain.
Unlike him, Shen Ru only grew more eager as he watched the gloomy expression on Mo Yu's face.
He simply liked doing things that provoked Mo Yu. Although his current relationship with President Mo was far from ordinary, there were still plenty of old scores left unsettled.
Even intimacy could not stop a madman's deliberate revenge.
Especially when that madman delighted in it.
Just as Mo Yu was about to speak, the eerie, chilling song echoed around the stage once more.
Act Two was about to begin.
Apart from his newly grown, soft