Yarin's POV:
The adults were confused by my whimsical idea. Aunt Dorothy subconsciously retorted, "Of course not. The spiritual world is connected to your soul. Destroying it will not make you a fool because you will die imdiately!"
She and my mom looked at each other, their eyes filled with worry and doubt.
"You t Azazel in your spiritual world?" My mom lowered her voice and asked , "What did he do to you?"
"He transford ," I answered stiffly. "He completely turned into his vessel."
My mom suddenly tightened her grip on my hand, then realized it would hurt. She smiled at stiffly and apologetically and continued to ask, "He..."
"He inserted the coordinates into my soul," I said before she could finish. "With this, he can co and go as he pleases."
I lowered my head and looked at my hands. It was as if ferocious and strange moth patterns were floating on them. I laughed at myself. "But it's not all bad. I can feel that the conflicting power relationship in my body has been removed. My mimicry has completely evolved. From now on, I don't have to rely on the support of spell runes to use this power. How could it not be considered a blessing in disguise? Hahaha!"
Perhaps my smile was too ugly, but my mom was not happy for . Although she tried to smile, her eyes were filled with sad tears.
"My child, my son..." She hugged tightly and said sadly, "The heavens are blind. Why did they make you suffer all this pain? You're just a child. You shouldn't have to go through all this, but we useless adults can't protect you from the demons. Goddess, if you have rcy, why do you want your people to suffer the bullying of the other gods..."
Aunt Dorothy patted my mom's shoulder and said, "Let do a check-up on him first. What exactly did that demon do?"
I pushed my mom away and softly said, "Don't worry, Mom. Things will work out when we co to it. Now that everything has already happened, it is too late to regret it. Just like Aunt Dorothy say, let her examine . We can only think of a solution if we know what the demon has done, right?"
My mom forced a smile and nodded, letting go.
I saw a few cars parked outside the window for a long ti, so I told her, "The inspection will take a while. Please go to work. People have been waiting outside for a long ti. When everything is over, I will go to you."
But my mom insisted on not leaving. She wanted to see for herself what Azazel had done to .
The demon almost disdained to hide his actions, and he made everything he did the most obvious.
When Aunt Dorothy's magic power touched , exquisite black patterns imdiately appeared on my skin. Under their shocked gazes, I pulled the blanket in humiliation and covered my exposed skin.
At this mont, my dad, who was dealing with public affairs on behalf of my mom, finally finished his work and entered the bedroom with Heller.
Although I tried my best to cover it, it was inevitable that my face and hands would be exposed. My father was shocked at first sight. He imdiately looked at my mom for clarification. When he saw her sad and helpless expression, he imdiately understood everything.
Since such a similar moth pattern did not co from my mom, it could only be the only other option.
"Please don't say anything first." I hid under the covers and said vaguely, "Let's wait until Aunt Dorothy finishes examining , okay?"
My dad wanted to say sothing but stopped himself. Ultimately, he patted my back through the blanket and sat beside my mom.
Heller widened his big, lifeless eyes. Although he couldn't see the pattern on my body, he could feel the stagnant atmosphere. He sat beside our parents and waited for to be done.
Azazel had almost completely disassembled and reassembled . Although I didn't look any different on the surface, my body was considered brand new as a new factory. There were no old scars of illness or injury.
The spell that was supposed to be incomplete in my body had now been repaired and contained a solid evil aura. It was connected to the demons of another world.
The good news was that I would also be a werewolf with magic power from now on. My powerful strength would allow to easily surpass the werewolf grandmasters who had -cultivated for many years.
The bad news was that using this power would destroy everyone except . And the more I used it, the more the evil power would corrode . In the end, there was a high chance that I would beco a 'heretic cult believer' with black blood, even if that weren't my intention.
As for the solution, Aunt Dorothy said dryly, "I don't know how to get rid of this spell. No, it's not accurate to say that it's a spell. This is a mark that Azazel personally carved. It's already beyond the scope of human power."
In other words, if she couldn't solve it, and I might have to carry it with for the rest of my life.
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