But first, he had to stop this enormous flesh machine from running.
Lynn activated the Flesh Core he had just obtained. Countless tentacles surged out of his body, plunging one after another into the endlessly sprawling, writhing flesh below. He closed his eyes and fully established a neural network connection with the flesh machine.
It was as though it had sensed the aura of the Flesh Dominator radiating from the Flesh Core inside him.
This machine.
Treated him as its master.
At Lynn's command, the machine's soul-devouring passages closed one after another. The soulless Flesh Puppets working inside it all stopped as though they had crashed. The entire machine visibly ceased writhing, and it stopped absorbing and crushing the countless souls in the Abyss.
Lynn tried issuing a command through the Flesh Core.
He ordered it to compress.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle-
The command took effect.
Like Eve, the enormous flesh machine began shrinking its vast network of flesh bit by bit. Its flesh grew denser, and its size gradually contracted from an endless expanse stretching to the horizon to tens of kilometers, then just a few kilometers.
After roughly half an hour of compression.
The flesh gradually turned into a massive, solid block measuring over a hundred meters in length, width, and height.
And that seemed to be its limit.
At that moment.
Lynn actually felt as though he were the ruler of flesh itself. His control over it was effortless and fluid, something that had been utterly unimaginable before, because he had never even been able to control his own body exactly as he wished.
Lynn vaguely sensed that the Flesh Core he had obtained was no ordinary thing.
"Could this be... the authority over flesh?"
Lynn examined himself internally.
But he dared not say for certain.
Because the