Though Lynn did indeed feel a tiny, not particularly overwhelming thrill worthy of a villainous mastermind.
He still showed no sign of it on his face.
He worked delicately inside her skull with fine tentacles, sticking the shattered brain tissue back together bit by bit, then added a little Flesh Regeneration Potion. The results were naturally remarkable.
For a Medium who had already touched the supernatural realm, repairing her body was far simpler than repairing an ordinary person's.
Her soul could already survive independently; she simply wasn't quite developed enough to continue existing naturally after escaping the confines of her flesh.
And under those circumstances.
The brain became nothing more than a container, rather than the soul itself.
[Ding! Your Flesh Modification proficiency +1] [Ding! Your Flesh Modification proficiency +1]
Accompanied by the system notifications constantly ringing in his ears.
It didn't take long for Lynn to fill in the damage to her brain tissue with his powerful active flesh.
Then he turned and glanced at the eyeball-covered tentacles he had extended into the mist.
He picked a suitable one.
Squish-
He plucked out a relatively pretty eyeball, washed it, fitted it into her socket, and performed a little nerve surgery.
As for rejection, there was absolutely no need to worry. With the current vitality of his flesh, never mind a human-even if someone dragged a pig over, he could achieve one hundred percent compatibility if he wanted, making each a part of the other.
Sss, sss, sss-
He withdrew the tiny tentacles from around her eyeball, one by one.
"Done."
Lynn closed his eyes, rolled his neck, and said with a slight curl of his lips:
"She's pretty much back to normal. You don't need to worry about any memory damage, either. Once her soul readjusts to