Norton's flesh and blood are truly extraordinary, forming the very foundation of his existence and evolution.
" God exists in this world, and all things are created by God. If we consider God as the gene pool of this world's species, then my existence is probably injecting a completely new gene type into this gene pool."
Therefore, the fact that bats can mutate after consuming my flesh and blood allows me to gain partial control over the New-Type Vampire...
I am the only variable in this unchanging world, and the only unstable factor in its predetermined fate. Previously, I held this in high esteem and with a conservative mindset, fearing that I might create something beyond my control, or some deformed monster or the foundation of world destruction, so I never conducted any related research.
Now, Blood Court's wings are fully grown, and Coal Ball and Plum Blossom are capable of fighting. Perhaps I can now glimpse the secret hidden deep within my flesh and blood...
Norton's expression was solemn.
His strength doesn't need to be maintained through training or frantic eating. As long as he survives, his strength and Existence Level will naturally increase. More food and frantic training won't do any good. The only useful thing right now is absorbing the blood of Holy Knight, which only accelerates growth, not increases the growth ceiling.
But this doesn't mean that Norton has no other potential for improvement.
The fundamental reason why his flesh and blood could cause biological mutations was a manifestation of his strength.
However, this strength is somewhat unstable, has a certain degree of uncertainty, and carries considerable danger, which is why he has always been very secretive about it. He has even been extremely stingy in nurturing First-Generation Vampire.
He feared becoming a second God, but he also feared the true God who existed in this world.
Therefore, this makes him appear overly hesitant.
After twenty years of Church life, Norton had lost the desire of traditional time travelers to reach the ultimate level of power, and even felt that this was a kind of obsessive and eccentric behavior.
What's the point of becoming a god without desires? Norton has lived a life of detachment for twenty years, and he's utterly weary of it, even terrified!
Spending a lot of time and energy on the so-called ultimate climb instead of enjoying life is essentially a waste of life.
Let's set aside how many people die on the way up, and how many succeed.
First, what happens after reaching the ultimate goal? Isn't it still about enjoying life and living? Why not enjoy it sooner rather than later? Why endlessly stretch out the timeline for enjoyment? Wouldn't it be even more foolish to die along the way?
If, after reaching the ultimate goal, one continues to climb towards so-called transcendence, as described in online articles, wouldn't that simply make one a slave to strength?
Therefore, Norton has always enjoyed life, and everything he does now is to allow himself to enjoy life more carefree.
Therefore, Norton no longer cared about the existence of God; only the existence of the Church truly threatened his survival, which prompted him to rebel.
"Mutation of flesh and blood is like Pandora's Box; once opened, it's impossible to know whether one will live or die. I really don't want to try it unless absolutely necessary. But if I don't try, I'll never know its secrets. If one day someone is lucky enough to obtain a piece of my skin and use it to evolve into a strange species that threatens me, it's better for me to try it myself in order to understand my own nature."
The Scarlet Tower, at the thirtieth floor.
His Majesty Norton, clad in a blood-red royal robe, appeared in the depths of darkness. He held a goblet filled with crimson blood in one hand, then drank the virgin blood within in one gulp.
"Ah! This is absolutely delicious! I, Old Norton, am feeling much better..."
The blood tasted so good that Norton's eyes narrowed, like two crescent moons.
It's hard to imagine that when he was alone, His Majesty Blood Clan Progenitor Norton, who was always known for his coldness and aloofness and was given the title of Supreme King, would show such an expression on his face.
The contrast between the two is... somewhat inexplicably cute.
Even after it drank all the blood, it actually whistled a melodious tune that, upon closer listening, was inexplicably pleasant, in order to break the silence.
The progenitor seems to enjoy himself quite a bit when he's alone!
But this also highlights a sad reality: Norton never let his guard down in front of outsiders, and could only rest briefly when he was alone.
As Norton approached the cages holding humans and various creatures, his whistling ceased, and he reverted to his cold and ruthless progenitor form, even his eyes exuding an aura of Pressure.
Following his orders, the Vampire of the Blood Court immediately captured and brought in all sorts of creatures and human criminals for His Holiness the First to experiment on.
However, this experiment was Norton's way of verifying his own secrets, and the experiment itself was one of the secrets, so naturally no one else could be present.
"It's a pity there are no Holy Knight, otherwise we could try to see what kind of terrifying creatures these Holy Knight can transform into."
Norton felt a slight pang of regret, but then thought it was too early to regret. If there had been Holy Knight Norton would have devoured them long ago; why would they still be alive?
"Woo..." A few animal sounds drifted from the various small cells.
For this experiment, Norton searched for almost every living creature he could find. Except for Vampire, which he didn't want to use for the experiment at the moment, all other creatures had experimental and control groups to determine whether the mutations they produced after consuming their own flesh and blood were the same.
"Clang..." The cell door made a slight sound, and a pale, slender, narrow hand pulled it open.
Outside the door, it was pitch black. A strange figure, more than two meters tall, stood silently outside. The hunched and eerie silhouette and the slender, terrifying form that could be vaguely seen in the shadows were even more frightening than that of the Hachishakusama.
At the very least, the two rapists locked in the room were so scared that they wet themselves.
"Waaaaah..." The two prisoners, who had been brought here to be used as experimental subjects for committing rape, screamed wildly in terror with their mouths gagged. They tried desperately to back away, but to no avail.
The two could only watch helplessly as the tall, strange, pale figure walked into the prison.
Then, a pale hand, delicate yet cold to the touch, but with immense strength like an iron clamp, reached out and grasped a man's skull.
With a slight tightening of his hand, the man whose head was being grabbed screamed in agony, as if his head was about to be crushed. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he looked extremely pained.
"Aaaaaah!"
While the man screamed in agony with his mouth wide open, Norton reached out and tore off a piece of skin from his own body that was about to fall off, then stuffed it into the man's mouth.
However, the piece of skin that had been torn off his body grew back quickly, still looking like it was about to fall off but couldn't.
Clearly, he cannot accelerate the process of evolution by tearing off his festering skin.