For a very, very long time, Lin En sat in the courtyard as though paralyzed by a spell, the top-tier Sequence Nine Origin Substance resting in his palm.
A breeze blew in from outside. With his head lowered, his expression went from shock to blankness, then to constipation, followed by a very long silence.
Only after a long while did he move.
He sprang up from the ground, threw down the Origin Substance in his hand, then whipped his Flintlock Pistol out of his coat and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the Origin Substance on the ground.
Bang, bang, bang, bang-
After firing more than a dozen shots in succession, he furiously aimed at his own temple and fired another two.
"You've got to be kidding me!!"
He lost it.
He snatched the bright red Sequence Nine Origin Substance off the ground, completely falling apart.
Because, logically speaking, shouldn't they have canceled each other out?! It was bad enough that they hadn't, but how the hell had this turned into a fusion evolution?!
And it was even [Supreme Perfection].
He didn't understand.
"Why doesn't anything else evolve? Why is it only you?"
Lin En (╯‵皿′)╯︵┻━┻
But that wasn't the point. Even if it really did evolve through fusion, that was fine. But couldn't it have evolved sooner? Why had it waited until he'd raised both Origin Substances to eight matching Sequences?
Because he'd bankrupted himself, using up all his Origin Substances to gamble on nine flesh Sequences.
And the result...
"You can't cry, Lin En. Look on the bright side... at least you're prettier now, aren't you?"
Lin En's eyes reddened.
Give me my money back! I won't be able to order takeout for a whole week!
Fuck!
Finally, after several hours of pulling himself together, he managed