The Destruction Abyss.
At the bottom.
Inside the sinkhole.
At the bottom of the radiant Lake.
The black duck was guarding the escape pod, watching his brain bob up and down inside, when something suddenly stirred in his mind.
He looked up.
At some point, a new trait had appeared above his head:
"Bastard Duck." "Passive trait, instant-type trait." "Description: The first attack an enemy launches at you will fly back and splatter across his own face." "-When I meet a bastard, I become Bastard Duck."
The duck: "..."
That worked too?
He hadn't done anything.
This was something his other self had caused.
So no matter which self it was, they could all activate this trait ability of the primordial spirit?
Fine.
The duck sighed, then felt a little curious.
-Although he had no use for this trait right now, just what rank was it?
Following his thoughts, a line of Faint Glowing Text quietly appeared:
"An 'instant-type' trait cannot be suppressed and is guaranteed to take effect, but will only take effect once."
All right.
One use was better than none.
...No, that wasn't right either.
He had three bodies. If each body could use it once, wouldn't that make three uses?
Another line of text appeared:
"After taking effect once, the trait disappears."
Understood.
No exploiting loopholes.
The duck yawned and continued guarding the escape pod, waiting for his brain to hatch-no, waiting for his brain to finish replenishing its energy.
Elsewhere.
The Demon Nest, Void City.
"Deal."
Once that word rang out, Shen Ye's saber finally stopped.
He smiled, looking rather unconcerned.
When that word came from the other side, several people's expressions visibly shifted despite themselves, betraying some agitation.
Of course.
The Auction House was such a lucrative prize.