Chapter 975: Chapter 717 Please Give a Man
Yes, if Roger is controlling a corpse, then many of his prior doubts can be explained.
He glanced around. Steam rose in wisps, and hazy light filled his vision. At first, Roger thought Emily and the others had deliberately dimd the bathroom lights, but now it seed…
Clearly, the issue was with this body. The fact that he could perceive anything at all was already a result of his powerful soul.
As for the stench Chloe had ntioned, it wasn’t the residual odor of dication or neglected hygiene.
Rather, it was because this body was already beginning to rot. If the room weren’t filled with strange odors, it would have likely drawn more attention by now.
Even the scent within the bathroom—it felt peculiar. Roger took a deep breath, but his brain registered no feedback whatsoever.
Although he was able to control this body, its obliterated sensory pathways yielded only ager sensations. Much of the input ca from his powerful soul capturing external stimuli.
Thinking about it carefully, Roger wasn’t particularly surprised. After all, his own body still existed, even though his previous one wasn’t truly his either—it originated in a Cursed Land.
But having traveled this far, his growing strength had forged a close connection between soul and flesh.
Yet controlling a corpse…
Roger furrowed his brow. The number of issues this presented was staggering. With no connection between body and soul, many of the cultivation techniques he practiced would likely fail.
More importantly, as ti dragged on, the rotting process would inevitably worsen. When it beca fully evident, even if he wanted to conceal it, it would be impossible to hide.
Without strength, the dangers Roger would face would escalate dramatically.
The brain of this body was already damaged, and the mories Roger could access were not only fragnted but severely limited. While so far, he hadn’t detected any signs of Transcendent abilities…
So eerie phenona still made Roger wary.
He raised his hand and carefully cleaned the body. At this point, he wouldn’t dare let it soak in hot water. After a quick tidying up, Roger moved to the mirror and wiped away the condensation on its surface. A handso face ca into view.
Pale and gaunt, with ssy, slightly curled black hair at the tips, the slender, attractive young man exuded an air of indolence and lancholy.
His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his gaze lacked vitality. Though he looked thin, he appeared to stand close to 1.8 ters in height.
Roger looked away, grabbed a clean set of clothes from the rack, and put them on. After a mont’s thought, he found a bottle of n’s cologne.
“This should barely cover it.”
Constantly walking around in a corpse was riddled with problems. With his current limitations in strength and his limited understanding of this world, caution was paramount.
But Roger had already decided not to continue using this body. He planned to search for a new replacent.
Leaving the bathroom, Emily and Annie were already waiting at the door. Roger raised his hand slightly. “The lighting is too harsh here—it’s blinding.”
He walked through the corridor. The carpet beneath his feet was luxuriously crafted and soft in texture, yet it felt no different from walking on cobblestones.
Throughout his walk, he saw no other n apart from himself, and the mories this body held confird relevant details.
Regarding the body’s death, Roger uncovered many lingering doubts in its mories. He had a vague premonition that this Henrik-nad individual hadn’t died in so unfortunate accident.
Instead, it stemd from an act of murder.
Nonetheless, Roger had no intention of delving into the matter. To him, this body was already of little use. He would find a way to suppress the decay and then replace it with a fresh, functional body.
The grievances of its original owner were irrelevant.
“Get so rest.”
Roger gave a brief command before shutting the door.
He turned off the lights, and the room was soon enveloped in darkness. In his mories, this was a world that was developing in peculiar ways.
Standing by the window, Roger gazed at the dimly lit manor. Faint porch lights flickered, and with his powerful soul perception, he could easily observe areas hidden from the naked eye.
He gently pushed the window open.
The season should have entered early autumn. The night air was chilly, though this sensation was sothing Roger discerned from the deanor of the gatekeeper rather than through his own senses.
Low temperatures might create discomfort for others, but for Roger in his current state, it counted as good news.
He now had no need for rest, focusing his attention deep within his consciousness. There, a faint vision of the Hunter’s Cabin slowly erged.
The cabin with its darkened doors, diffused lighting, and the pool of water by its entrance.
Roger exhaled deeply. His foundation still existed. It was clear the Hunter’s Cabin resided within his soul.
Unfortunately, most of his power required a functioning body as a vessel. All along his journey, Roger hadn’t just enhanced his physical attributes but had also modified his body entirely under varying sets of rules.
“Far too many constraints.”
Roger sighed softly, choosing not to initiate any attempts. In such circumstances, revealing any Transcendent abilities would be extraordinarily hazardous.
A simple probe was sufficient for him to understand his current state. Beyond that, there was much to wait for.
The night passed swiftly as Roger organized his thoughts. Before dawn, the silent manor began to stir. Shortly after the sun rose, there was a soft knock at the door.
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