Dean quickly cut the wound, took out the blood from inside and put it into the Thunderbolt filter for analysis. Soon he found that the final landscape in the blood had changed. The blue ball was surrounded by a faint ring of stars.
Did this mean that he had mastered the power of magic marks?
Dean was happy and looking forward to it. He moved his fingers and stimulated the power of the magic marks like in the past. He injected his blood into his fingers and tightened the meridians between his fingers. His fingers turned into a white stone palm in the blink of an eye!
It was really done!
Dean was so excited that he almost jumped up. He hadn't been so excited for a long time!
The experiment was confirmed, so his conjecture was correct. His body … could accommodate a variety of magic marks!
After the excitement, Dean quickly thought of the magic marks of the Splitter. He immediately stimulated the Splitter's magic marks. There was no hindrance as a sharp thorn extended from his back. He tried to use the Splitter's magic marks on his palm. A strange scene appeared. His arm turned into a stone Splitter. It looked like a stone scythe.
The overlapping of magic marks!!
Dean's eyes widened as he looked at the petrified arm incredulously. He felt that his whole body was about to be petrified. It was incredible. The first thing he thought of was the terrifying possibility of this result!
After a long time, Dean slowly recovered. It was still difficult for him to adapt and accept such a reality. He suddenly felt like he was dreaming. It felt like he had suddenly gained the power of God from an ordinary person!
Yes, although his previous physique was not weak and very strong, it was only at the first-class level. There was still a huge gap between him and the top existences like the seven kings, and it was difficult to make up for it. After all, the rarity of the Ice Worm King might be even rarer than a five-star legendary monster like Gilgamesh.
However.
At this moment, the petrified arm brought him great hope and infinite possibilities!
The overlapping of magic marks and the multiple absorption of magic marks' abilities! This meant that Boro's conjecture was confirmed. His ideal God was created by Crimson Moon!
Gathering the abilities of a large number of magic marks, superimposing the magic marks' abilities, and reaching the top in all aspects. There were no shortcomings, no flaws. This was almost the template of the ideal 'perfect creature'!
Perhaps, the end of evolution was like this.
"Is this what it means to be happy after suffering? The God Creation Experiment actually succeeded … "Dean touched the petrified blade, feeling a little unreal. He was suddenly glad that Crimson Moon had abandoned him. If she knew that her experiment was not wrong, he would have become her number one fighter at this moment.
However …
Dean suddenly remembered that Crimson Moon abandoned him because of the failure of the experiment. He thought of the heart formed in his chest and suddenly felt that he was still one step away from being a perfect creature. At least, his heart was not perfect. This was his only flaw.
Perhaps, he could only be considered a defective product of God!
"A defective product of God, should it be called a demon …" Dean muttered to himself with a wry smile. The excitement in his heart gradually subsided. If Crimson Moon's theory was correct, with his current body, even if it was a defective product, it had the potential to surpass the seven kings. Moreover, he did not need the Arctic Insect King to evolve to the point of surpassing the seven kings. After all, relying on the Arctic Insect King would eventually be affected by the Insect King. That was not the purpose of Boro's God Creation Experiment.
"Crimson Moon's experiment is still ongoing. I don't know if she will create a real God. Perhaps, a new era will come, an era of Gods, and humans will be ruled by Gods …" Dean looked at the flashing lightning in front of him, a little lost in thought.
His association was not impossible. Although this was still far from the problem he was facing right now, Confucius was right. "If you don't think far ahead, you will have immediate worries." The difference between ordinary people and rich people in this world was that ordinary people mostly considered the current life, while businessmen knew how to see the changes of the times, prepare for a rainy day, and pave the way in advance.
Dean had to think in advance. If Crimson Moon created a large number of "Gods", what would happen to the world's structure, and how would he survive in this change?
As he thought about it, his thoughts seemed to drift thousands of miles away. He stood there blankly for the whole afternoon until the black mage knocked on the door and delivered dinner. Dean came back to his senses and suddenly noticed that the Soul Worm of the Tortoiseshell, which had been scratched for blood, was dying. He immediately asked the black mage to put down the dinner and drive it out. Then he absorbed the whole Soul Worm of the Tortoiseshell into his body. After a short itch, his body gradually calmed down.
Dean tested it and sure enough, he could enter the Magic Mark of the Tortoiseshell state. His whole body petrified, coiled up like a rock, and no smell was emitted.
After dinner, they rested for the night. The next day, Dean secretly returned to Bern Manor with the black mage.
When he returned to the basement of the manor, he listened to the guard's report. He learned that the plump woman who had been tortured by the black magician had died on the operating table. After they left, although the guards provided the prisoners with food and drink, the transplanted tissue in the plump woman's body mutated. Pustules appeared all over her body, and strange worms like centipedes hatched from the pustules. The worms bit the woman to death.
The guards were also scared to death by the hellish scene. They took a few photos with their cameras and kept them.
Dean glanced at the photos and frowned. Even with his psychological endurance, he felt a burst of discomfort. Although he did not look in the mirror, he felt that his face had become tense.
The black mage saw the photos, but covered his mouth and vomited at the side. His face was extremely ugly.
After he finished vomiting, Dean asked the black mage to dispose of all the prisoners here. It was impossible to repatriate and release the prisoners. These prisoners would be exposed here, so he could only give them a comfortable euthanasia.
Although it was very cruel, for Dean, life was not equal. In the case that he did not need to face it directly, "people" for him might be just a word, and the number of casualties was just a number. Only when he saw the tragedy of death, perhaps he would be touched by the physiological reaction and produce discomfort. But if he did not directly face the blood, even if the things done were very cruel, he would not feel it.
Perhaps, everyone was like this.
After sending away the group of people, Dean told the black mage to prepare to slowly sell the Bern family's property to raise money as soon as possible.
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