A pale, bony finger gently touched Chen Mo's burning left eye.
There was no earth-shattering roar, or any cool cutscenes.
The jet-black flame, capable of killing even the world and its rules, suddenly quieted down, then turned into a wisp of black smoke, which seeped into the woman's fingertips.
The excruciating pain covering half of my face vanished instantly.
Chen Mo suddenly stepped back.
A burst of crimson-gold energy erupted within his body, causing his damaged eyeballs, burned-through skull, and dead flesh to regenerate simultaneously. In less than a second, he had returned to his peak condition.
But Chen Mo did not relax.
The black and red carapace on its body surface rapidly proliferated, the internal world began to operate in full swing, and countless stellar clones also awakened at the same time.
He stared intently at the woman in front of him.
Half of her face is absolutely stunning.
Half of his face was now just pale, withered bones.
Based on her casual action of taking away the black flames just now, Chen Mo had already guessed the other party's identity.
" The Goddess of Death?"
The woman did not answer immediately.
Her one intact eye narrowed slightly, while in the empty socket of her other eye, a dark light moved up and down, carefully examining Chen Mo.
In her view, Chen Mo was not a complete life.
The genes of countless lives converged within his body, every cell devouring and dividing. Deeper still, a newly born world lay, where countless crimson-gold specks flickered in the darkness.
He is alive.
But it doesn't have the ending that a normal life should have.
Death has witnessed countless extraordinary beings.
But someone like Chen Mo, who stuffs the world into his body and tries to devour death, is truly a first.
That's quite interesting.
Chen Mo felt a little uneasy under her gaze.
This feeling is awful.
The other party did not release any power, nor did it show any hostility, yet every cell in his body was sending out warnings.
run.
Run immediately.
The further away from this woman, the better.
Chen Mo ignored his body's advice.
Whether or not you can escape, turning around and exposing your back to this guy is hardly a smart choice.
"If you're here to avenge Cul, I can explain."
Chen Mo said earnestly, "He attacked me with a knife first, and he did it many times. Strictly speaking, I was just eating."
Death finally spoke.
"You ate my apostle."
Her voice was very soft, yet it ignored the surrounding void turbulence and appeared directly in Chen Mo's consciousness.
"I must correct you, I didn't actually eat any."
Chen Mo pointed to his stomach.
"That guy burned himself to ashes, leaving not a trace of his genes, not even a piece of flesh. Then he set fire to my body. This is a serious food safety issue."
Death looked at him, its exquisitely beautiful half-face devoid of any expression.
Chen Mo's smile remained unchanged.
The world inside the body, however, is constantly shrinking.
All the crimson-gold energy was compressed into its deepest recesses; if Death showed any sign of attack, he would immediately overturn the table.
Whether we can win or not is not important, let's fire a shot first.
You're nervous.
Death suddenly spoke.
"No."
Chen Mo shook his head.
"I just finished a fight, and I'm a little excited. Don't overthink it; I'm always a hospitable person."
Death's gaze fell upon his chest.
The energy gathered there was enough to destroy a large portion of the surrounding interlayer of the world.
Is this how you treat guests?
"I'm traveling alone, so it's perfectly normal for me to carry some self-defense items, right?"
Chen Mo spread his hands.
"But you, suddenly reaching out and poking someone's eye, that's hardly polite."
Death paid no heed to his sophistry, but simply took a step forward, drawing closer to Chen Mo.
Chen Mo's pupils contracted.
What are you doing, you bastard! You're not lusting after me, are you?!
Chen Mo hardened his heart. Rather than be humiliated by a skeleton, he'd rather fight!
But before the energy could erupt, Death had already raised its right hand, its pale, bony fingers gently hooking in the void.
call!
A ball of pitch-black flame ignited once again from Chen Mo's chest.
As soon as the black flames appeared, the nearby black and red carapaces quickly lost their activity. Chen Mo subconsciously mobilized his inner world, preparing to forcibly suppress it.
The next second, he stopped moving.
The flames did not continue to damage his body.
It spread along blood vessels and nerves, tinging every cell it passed through with a dim Blacklight, yet no cells died.
To be more precise.
Black flames had become a part of him.
Chen Mo raised his right hand.
A wisp of black flame rose from his fingertips, changing shape with his consciousness.
He snapped his fingers.
The black flames landed on a dimensional fragment in the distance.
The fragment neither exploded nor collapsed; it simply lost its color rapidly, and the remaining spatial rules within it were extinguished.
A few seconds later, the entire fragment turned to ashes.
Chen Mo looked at his fingers, his expression gradually changing.
He could clearly sense that this was not the Destined Death that Cul had used.
Cul needs to burn his own life to gain a brief moment of death power.
But he doesn't need it.
This mass of black flames is being nourished by his cells, and the Blacklight Virus has even begun to analyze its structure, replicating the rules of death into the newborn cells.
Now, if Chen Mo so desires, every attack he launches can carry the true power of death.
"Wow, that's pretty cool. No wonder Cul wasn't saying anything. I wouldn't bother talking either; I could just repeat 'Flame'."
Chen Mo looked up at death.
"So you've handed over your staff equipment to me because I ate your apostle?"
" Cul only borrowed a wisp of my power."
Death calmly stated, "He foresaw a certain ending, and therefore begged me to grant him the ability to kill you."
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes.
"So, you knew all along that he would lose?"
I knew he would die.
Is there a difference?
"Yes, for me."
Chen Mo paused for a moment.
Communicating with a cosmic being that has existed for an unknown amount of time is indeed quite difficult.
However, one thing is certain.
Cul didn't suddenly grasp the meaning of death by kneeling under the World Tree for thousands of years.
He merely became an apostle of death, borrowing a portion of the power belonging to the Goddess of Death.
The apostle is now dead.
The boss personally came to the door and even gave the murderer a welcome gift.
This whole thing doesn't seem normal at all.
Chen Mo looked down at the black flames on his fingertips.
"Let me make this clear first, I don't like being in debt."
"This is a gift."
"Free things are usually the most expensive."
Chen Mo extinguished the flames and looked at her intently.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Death offered no answer.
She took another half step forward.
An extreme chill suddenly descended.
The crimson-gold patterns on Chen Mo's body instantly went out, and his inner world, which had been functioning normally just moments before, fell into a deathly silence.
He tried to back away, but found that he had lost control of his body.
The pale, bony finger rose again and gently stroked his newly reconstructed profile.
The icy touch pierced through the carapace and landed directly in the depths of the soul.
The beautiful half of his face, marked by death, slowly curled into a Shocker smile.
" Chen Mo, instead of continuing your irregular binge eating, why not consider serving me? Fulfilling the law of death for me."