Lynn sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes tightly shut as soul power from Raven's corpse poured steadily into the space between his brows.
He had used a clever shortcut to successfully avoid the powerful influence Raven's memories would have on him.
It was possible because of the unique nature of colossus flesh.
After receiving his share of the Colossus, every cell in his body had become capable of carrying consciousness and memories.
He shattered the memories he obtained from Raven, sorted them by category, and stored them among his cellular factors. His own consciousness remained stationed high above his soul and spirit world, suppressing any influence those memories might exert or any attempt they might make to replace him.
And with that...
Where he had originally only been able to devour roughly 50% of the soul's strength, his storage capacity had now increased enormously.
Then...
If Raven had already died by the time Lynn devoured fifty percent...
What did the remaining fifty percent of his memories mean?
Had something replaced him?
Or had he returned from death?
All of it was a mystery.
He closed his eyes and once again plunged his mind into Raven's corpse.
Gradually, he discovered that, at least for a long stretch after Raven's death, his unconscious soul had remained blank, without any fluctuations in its memories.
This state had lasted for many, many years.
It seemed he had become part of death itself, leaving behind nothing but a desolate blank and fragments of past memories.
But just as Lynn reached 61%...
Suddenly...
Noise appeared in the memories within the soul he was devouring.
And when he immersed himself in that memory and abruptly opened his eyes, he lowered his head and saw his own hands. Within his wrists, which were purely mechanical in