Ya Erlin stood on the empty deck and walked towards the side of the ship. He lowered his head and looked at the reflection of the people on the surface of the sea. The smell of blood still lingered in his nostrils as the sea breeze carried the stench of blood with it.
The black threads trembled as they retracted back into his palm and drilled into his skin. His hands gripped the side of the ship tightly, his nails digging out a row of holes as he stared intently at the black patterns on his left hand.
He was extremely familiar with these strange patterns. Every single one of them was engraved in his heart. It was proof that Asturias (the true body of the broodmother) was living in his body. The massive nest under 153 Branch could only be seen as an extension of the broodmother, a reflection of his reality in this world. The gene fragment that contained the complete pheromone was still embedded in Yarlin's genetic chain, and could never be separated or separated.
Of course, this was only the broodmother's interpretation based on Yarlin's understanding. In reality, the broodmother was definitely not a pheromone or a gene fragment. From the moment Yarlin became a part of the broodmother's symbiotic relationship, his body's essence had already surpassed the limits of a human's. His double helix DNA had long been contaminated and transformed into something beyond his knowledge.
Even the definition of 'something' was just a vague concept in a broad sense.
Yarlin guessed that the spiral patterns on his left hand represented a deep password, and not a simple signature or stamp. Yarlin stared intently at the wriggling patterns covering the back of his hand. He felt as if all the cells in his body — no, not just cells, but genes and soul — had been scattered. His entire body was a shell that was still in disguise, while his insides were undergoing some strange recombination. The genetic chain seemed to have been blended into a giant snake with its head and tail. The snake's mouth spat out a slippery egg, and the egg was strangely condensing in his palm.
All of this could not be explained with words. It was like a fantasy in his mind, but Yarlin understood that this was not a fantasy. This was something that was happening in his body on a microscopic level.
The patterns on the back of his hand originally presented layers of spiral patterns. They were like gloomy ripples that spread from the middle to the surroundings. They also seemed to start from five dark black fingernails, and then spread towards the center to form a black ring.
The black ring was clearly still, but it gave people the illusion that it was alive. It was connected to a monster's lair between breaths. It was gloomy and cold.
Meanwhile, on the back of his hand that was facing the ring, there was a vertical black line that split the patterns on his palm into two.
The black line and the ring, one in front and one in the back, overlapped to form a vertical eye. It was tightly shut, just like the shape in the deepest part of Yarlin's pupils.
This was the original pattern. At this moment, in Yarlin's eyes, the gloomy and cold lair was awakening. The closed vertical eye was slowly opening. Countless black patterns were wriggling. They were not limited to Yarlin's palm and arm. Instead, they began to extend from the lair bit by bit like a wriggling python. The cold and enormous body began to spread towards Yarlin's arms, neck, back, chest, and other parts of his body.
If one peeled off the cover of his clothes, one would be able to see a gloomy and mysterious snake tattoo covering Yarlin's entire body. It was vivid and lifelike, as if it had directly seeped out from his flesh and blood. It was filled with a demonic and suffocating beauty. It was as if he himself was a walking person entwined by a black python. A pitch-black snake head extended from his back to the side of his neck, peeking out a little. Only an eyeball was revealed. It gave people a feeling that it was alive, as if there really was a living creature peeping at this world through its eyes.
The edges of the tattoo's outline revealed traces of black gas. It was like a huge snake hidden in the black fog was breathing. The cold and gloomy killing intent swallowed and distorted the surrounding light. Looking from afar, Yarlin's entire body seemed to be enveloped in a collapsed black hole. It was abnormally deep and gloomy.
Yarlin took a deep breath. In front of him seemed to be countless broken genetic chains. Then, in the deathly silence of the darkness, a message of choice surfaced in his consciousness. It was a choice.
Similar to a character's class change after leveling up in a game, Yarlin was presented with a choice. Of course, it wasn't as varied as in the game. There were only two choices – 'Individual' or 'Army'.
Looking at the text, Yarlin could roughly guess the difference between the two. He looked down hesitantly.
'Devour: Devour all flesh and blood, turning them into nutrients for one's growth.'
'Transform: Transform the flesh and blood of the dead into one's servant, and strengthen the servant's basic attributes.' (Basic attributes refer to the three attributes, strength, agility, physique.) 'Servant possesses simple thinking ability.'
'Absorb: Can absorb the flesh and blood essence or specific magnetic field of the same type of life form to strengthen one's own physical attributes. Can also analyze the muscle memory of the same type of life form, and part of the biological information to be loaded onto one's own body.' (Absorption effect depends on the compatibility and freshness of the same type of life form.)
'Share': Share the five senses of any servant, no distance limit, irreplaceable control.
Broodmother: A projection of the Ato Evil Dil into reality. Using countless black tentacles, it transformed reality into its lair, constantly absorbing nutrients from the earth to grow. In the process of growth, the lair gradually evolved into a terrifying base and fortress.
'Devour, Transform, Absorb, and Share. Broodmother. These are the abilities of a complete Broodmother. In the next stage of the seed breaking period, choosing an individual or an army means that the individual is more inclined towards the direction and type of evolution of these abilities.'
Where there is loss, there is gain!
Arlen had understood this a long time ago. He lowered his head and looked at the bottomless sea. It was as if he could see through his own reflection that there were all sorts of huge shadows cruising the depths of the sea. His expression gradually became resolute. He replied in his heart, "The army!"
'Army: One person is an army!'
Under the choice, the words' Absorb 'suddenly fell into a shadow, indicating that it was sealed and would not be improved or evolved. The other related notes of' Devour ',' Share ',' Transform ', and' Broodmother 'began to change, and were about to unlock the true direction of his own evolution …
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