The two quickly distributed the orange segments to the remaining four people, and the six of them stuffed the segments into their mouths and chewed them vigorously.
"Everyone should agree on their responsibilities first, otherwise I'm worried about potential conflicts."
"Good!"
[ Clear Soup Master ] looked at the group with great confidence and uttered the line he had wanted to say for a long time:
"I'll form the head!"
"I'll form the left arm!"
[ Zhongde ] followed closely behind.
"I'll form the right arm!"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] Not to be outdone.
"I'll form the left leg (right leg)!"
[ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] and [ Howling Pothos ] said in unison.
After the two finished speaking, only [ Good Times Don't Last Long] among the six remained unvoting.
Seeing the Aberration appearing on the bodies of his companions, [ his Good Times Don't Last- lived] was unusually flustered.
Left leg, right leg, left arm, right arm, head...
What position is still needed?
At that moment, what first appeared in his mind were five cards with a deep yellow background, followed by a tea-serving player who preferred to work alone [ Dark Archmage ].
"No, it's all complete now..."
Looking at his companion who was undergoing Aberration, he asked incredulously:
"I can't be responsible for making up the orange segments, can I?"
The [ Do Some Farm Work ], whose mouth was almost gone due to Alienation, shouted:
"You're still missing the torso! The torso, you idiot!"
Yes, we're still missing the torso!
[The title "Clear Soup Master " refers to the head; the main body part is currently unclaimed.]
"Okay, I'll assemble the torso!"
After shouting that, his body seemed to receive some kind of signal and began to rapidly Aberration.
In just two or three seconds, [ the Good Times Don't Last ], he lost sight of himself.
Why can't I see?
He asked with surprise and uncertainty, and [ the Do Some Farm Work ] answered firmly:
"Don't worry, it's just that your eyes have Alienation. Aren't you a torso? Besides Xingtian, whose torso has eyes?"
The voice of " Clear Soup Master " came:
"Then how come I can still see?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] used his last strength before his mouth disappeared to say:
"Because you're supposed to form the head... but is your intelligence really up to the task of forming the head? I think you're the one more suited to form the orange segments."
Because of his position within the Treant Aggregate, [ Clear Soup Master ] did not lose his ability to speak like his other companions.
Hearing the undisguised skepticism from [ the Do Some Farm Work ], he smiled and said:
"Orange segments are fine too, after all, even a small head is still a head."
"I... Waaaaah..."
[ Do Some Farm Work, he said he wanted to swear, but unfortunately, his mouth had lost the ability to produce clear syllables, and he could only make two helpless, furious groans.]
Soon, the five players responsible for the limbs and torso lost their sight, hearing, smell, and taste, leaving only their sense of touch, which permeated their entire bodies, still functioning.
Fortunately, they couldn't see what was happening around them, so they didn't scream (though they no longer had the ability to).
Meanwhile, [ Clear Soup Master ], who retained all five senses, witnessed the entire transformation process.
The moment [ Do Some Farm Work ] lost his ability to speak, he realized that this transformation was unusual, so he turned on screen recording mode.
And so, just a few seconds later, a scroll depicting hell slowly unfolded before him.
The players, who had undergone severe Alienation, resembled five maggots magnified tens of thousands of times, writhing wildly on the ground in a log-like manner.
Plant tissues, difficult to describe by branches or roots, extended from the ends of the five logs, like green tentacles crawling and probing the ground.
The first to establish a connection were [ Zhongde ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ]. The emerald green plant tentacles immediately merged into one upon contact and unleashed a powerful contraction force, forcibly pulling [ Zhongde ]'s transformed left arm onto [ Good Times Don't Last Long]'s Alienation torso.
[ Clear Soup Master ] witnessed this horrifying scene firsthand. He wanted to gag, but found that his body had disappeared without him noticing. He had now transformed into a giant head with a neck, seemingly only able to move unpredictably by the movement of his jaw.
The right arm, left leg, and right leg quickly connected with the torso, and in less than ten seconds, the Treant Aggregate was already five-sixths complete.
At the same time, the headless body, which looked as if it were forcibly pieced together from five logs, was also changing rapidly.
Elbows and knees that were not originally there quickly appeared, and the shoulders and hips became more three-dimensional. A thick layer of bark rapidly formed on the exterior of the entire torso and limbs.
The towering Treant Aggregate had already begun to take on a human form, and began to explore the ground in a half-kneeling position.
It quickly Alienation hands with only three fingers and touched a spherical object. After quickly checking which way was which, it lifted the spherical object and plunged its neck into the hole directly above its body.
[Head connection successful. Treant Aggregate generated. Current body integrity 100%, fatigue 0%, energy reserves 100%. The Treant Aggregate can exist for a maximum of 24 hours, during which time energy cannot be replenished in any form. Please allocate your body's energy reserves and usage time wisely.]
The semi-transparent text box disappeared, and the six people's eyes were finally lit up again.
"Wow, finally I can see it! What's this viewpoint from? I'm a little afraid of heights."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] The cheerful sounds rang out first.
"Anyway, it's not from the perspective of an orange segment."
"Don't speak or move. The enemy is observing our movements."
[ Howling Pothos ] said seriously.
"Wait, did I just open my mouth when I spoke?"
No, I'm in control of my mouth now.
"Then how did you hear me speak?"
"..."
"Holy crap!" ×6
The six people had already sensed something was wrong, but fortunately, they were only able to share what they wanted to say with the others in real time as information, rather than being mind-read or having their minds read as is common in some literary works.
After a brief adjustment period, the six found that this form of communication was even more convenient than speaking. Their conversations were almost entirely seamless, and the choice of words was no longer crucial; as long as the meaning was conveyed, the others would understand.
"This is so awesome! Is this what it feels like to be a pilot in Pacific Rim?"
"Left leg, right leg, step forward, charge!"
"Charge! Charge!"
"Swing your arm, watch your balance!"
"How come he's walking with the same step on the same side?!"
Lean forward and accelerate!
The group engaged in rapid, thought-based communication within the Treant Collective, while the Treant Aggregate, resembling miniature giants, began its accelerated charge.