Those who had never died would never truly understand the great terror that death represented. That kind of loneliness and nothingness that was like the eternal night, no words could describe it.
Whether it was because of God's disgust, Satan's gift, or Asturias …. Yarlin licked his wet lips and stared at his left hand with sparkling eyes. Deep in his mind, an indistinct connection emerged, as if a shadow was slowly emerging from the deep darkness.
"Bill!"
A low murmur eerily penetrated the curtain of rain and space, and transmitted to the bottom of the sea. In the shadow of the Via, a human figure was strangely attached to the bottom of the ship. His chest was tightly attached to the ship's hull, and his four claws were covered in ink that stuck to the deck. Upon closer inspection, it was not ink, but squirming black lines that seemed to be alive, drilling through the cracks of the wood texture and entangling within.
The moment Yarlin murmured, a black line flashed across the man's white eyes. At the same time, the black lines on his four claws all retracted back into his body. Then, his four limbs gently pushed against the water, and his entire body slid out of the water like a curled up octopus. At the moment when he was about to leave the stern of the ship, his sucking claws grabbed onto the edge of the ship's hull, and his body bounced out of the sea as if he had no bones. With a "plop" sound, he hung upside down at the stern of the ship, and then quickly climbed up upside down.
Droplets of water dripped down from his bald head, slid past his unmoving nose, and closed cheeks that did not tremble at all. Only the rising and falling of his chest was still pitifully trying to prove that this was a living creature.
At the stern of the ship, Yarlin had already walked out from the bottom of the cabin, and walked along the edge of the ship. Then, the corner of his eyes slightly twitched, and he saw a rather shocking scene.
The first thing that came into view was a pair of perfectly straight long legs that abruptly swept across the edge of the ship. Then, they bent at a ninety degree angle that completely defied human mechanics. Following that, the calves and knees followed suit and bent at a similar angle. Thus, both feet stepped on the deck, and the entire upper body was in a plank bridge position. In the next second, the upper body that was exposed outside the ship suddenly bounced back with a 'biu' sound like a bent spring. There wasn't a trace of excessive trembling as it stood perfectly straight on the spot.
[Convert: Convert a dead creature into your own servant. At this stage, the servant does not have a consciousness of its own and can only accept the simplest of commands]
The corner of Ya Erlin's mouth twitched involuntarily as he thought of this. He now had a clearer understanding of what it meant when it said that it didn't have a consciousness and couldn't receive simple commands.
God knew that he had only sent Bill a command to "go to the stern" … Was there a need to come up with such a strange way of making an appearance?
He cursed in his heart, but his mind was quickly calculating. Asturias's text explanation was too simple, and there were many necessary steps that he needed to personally verify.
For example, the part about "converting a dead creature into a servant" was very irresponsible. Otherwise, why would Bill and Chad, who were both dead, succeed in the conversion despite the former having a more miserable death, while the latter's body was perfectly preserved but not successfully converted?
[Prerequisite: Before the deceased is converted, a black thread needs to be sent in. At this time, the latest deadline is temporarily set to be when the heart stops beating.] Arlen recalled that before Bill's death, he had stabbed his finger into Bill's heart. On the other hand, Chad had only searched the body after it had "cooled".
Once it cooled, it wasn't fresh anymore, so was it because he was a picky eater?
"Disguise as a normal human."
Yarlin curled his lips and gave the order.
Bill didn't react at all. Obviously, the six words order was too complicated. This was within Yarlin's expectations, and he immediately broke down the order: "Disguise!"
There was no reaction as usual.
"There is no self-consciousness, so there is no room for free expression." Yarlin observed Bill's expression. The nose on his cheeks didn't twitch, his lips were stiff, and his eyelids had been open for a whole minute without any signs of closing.
The entire face, including the pores, didn't twitch naturally, as if the facial features on the face were just a pile of meaningless excrements without any value.
"Breathe!"
There was no reaction. To be more precise, Bill said that the Black Thread Parasite didn't have the concept of breathing.
"Close eyes!"
Bill did as he was told.
"Open eyes!"
There was no problem.
"Nostrils twitch!"
"Lips twitch!"
"Squat down, stand up!"
"Left earlobe bend back ninety degrees, right pinky turn 360 degrees."
"…"
Yarlin quickly gave the order and observed the feedback. He gradually came up with a diagnosis in his heart: "Being bound in a human body and wearing human skin on the surface, it has already broken away from the category of a human species. It can control every inch of the body's bones and muscles, performing actions that violate the mechanics of the human body.
"It will damage the body, but the bones and muscles still have the important function of supporting and connecting the body. The black thread can be used as a substitute, but it lacks strength."
Bill's left earlobe was bent, and there was a bruise in the middle. It was a muscle and cartilage injury. The injury on his right pinky was even more obvious. The entire pinky was broken from the joint, and the exposed skin showed twisted ecchymosis. His bones and muscles were completely broken, hanging limply, and there were black threads in the middle.
His pinky was hanging in the air like a marionette, and then the black threads were pulled up bit by bit, sticking to the wound. But that was it. The broken bones and muscles obviously did not have the ability to support movement.
Yarlin's gaze fell on Bill's chest. He seemed to be able to see Bill's heart being replaced by a ball of intertwined threads, and in his mind, he imagined a strange and terrifying scene. Countless black threads threaded through the muscles and bones, weaving into a huge spider web, and the internal organs of the liver, spleen, and stomach were all casually squeezed into dry waste like garbage.
"It's a pity that there is only one transformed body at the moment. Otherwise, I could dissect it to get a more direct observation." A chilling thought rose in Yarlin's mind.
A deep understanding of one's own ability. The smaller the deviation and error in judgment, the more outstanding the performance of one's ability, and the fewer accidents there would be. And accidents often meant an unbearable price.
This is Yarlin's philosophy of survival, especially after dying once, he needs to be more rigorous and harsh on himself.
"Compared to Bill's life, the strength of muscles and bones has not been enhanced, but if it is used as a disposable consumable, flexibility can be regarded as passive, plus the sublimation of will (not afraid of pain and death)." Yarlin pinched Bill's soft and cold arm, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Even if it can only be mechanically and rigidly executed simple instructions, it is enough to deal with the next situation."
"The fighting power of a transformed body is enough to fight three to five pirates. Via the Pirates, there are a total of 47 pirates, including the Captain, so in theory, there are 10 more transformed bodies. I will be able to deal with them freely. Of course, it would be a waste to use them all as consumables."
Yarlin calculated and inferred in his heart, but he and Bill hid in the dark corner of the stern and continued to do some final tests.
"Repeat my words …"
Yarlin said in his heart. He is now enough to confirm that his connection with the transformed body comes from the connection of consciousness, and this connection is likely to ignore the limitations of space distance.
Of course, he will find opportunities to conduct more precise and detailed tests later to verify this.
He muttered to himself intermittently in his heart. From time to time, he would tilt his head and carefully observe the deck of the ship. The pitter-patter of rain beat against the old deck. In the distance, the door to the captain's cabin was tightly shut. Through the gap at the bottom of the door, he could see light inside.
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