Chapter 652: Chapter 332 – Turning One’s Own Brain into a Specin_3
He shifted his consciousness again and slowly opened his eyes.
Brian twisted his neck a couple of tis, “I’m still more comfortable with this familiar perspective, it’s just…”
He was surprised to find that he could switch consciousness freely among three brains.
Brian glanced at his left hand, which had not yet recovered, then at the glass vessel in his hand, scratching his head, “So that ‘Talent’ of the Second Brain doesn’t an you can only have two brains, but that Vasily’s Ghoul can only grow two…”
He was still limited by previous thinking.
He thought of it and acted.
Brian tried it out.
His right hand also transford into a similar form to his left hand.
Now it was good.
He had four brains.
Among the several brains, consciousness could still be switched freely.
This made things much more convenient.
Previously, while in Dark Sect’s territory, Brian had experinted and his Second Brain’s consciousness and body could link to a distance of about a kiloter at most.
This was actually not safe.
But now it was different.
Like in dangerous situations,
Brian could just throw away his hand at will, then grow a new one, and discard it again to ensure sufficient distance between them, then in a life-threatening crisis, keep transferring his consciousness, similar to the Cultivation World’s Instant Teleportation, and escape tens of kiloters away directly.
“As long as I’m prepared ahead of ti, I’ll even be fearless against nuclear bombs.
However, to regrow my current body from a palm, the amount of Gift Energy needed would probably be in the thousands.
Before I have enough stock, I can’t afford to be wasteful.”
Just saying that.
However, Brian couldn’t help grinning uncontrollably.
He himself didn’t want to confront an enemy like himself.
Too monstrous.
..
After a mont of secret pleasure.
Brian shook the small brain specin in the glass vessel and aid it at a mouse in a cage, his mind moved.
The next mont.
The lively mouse stiffened and lay completely still.
Then the changes like dissolving flesh followed.
In about only ten seconds, there was nothing left in the cage except for slight traces of corrosion.
This ti Brian saw clearly.
He initially thought his Pollution carried his ability which caused polluted victims to die in such a way, but now he understood that was not the case.
The reason the creatures polluted by him died so strangely.
It was all due to genetic collapse!
His genetic genes, carried by the Pollution, transferred to the mouse, attempted to transform it, but the mouse simply couldn’t bear Brian’s genes, ultimately being overwheld by his genetic genes, leading to energy leakage…
Pollution, called genetic radiation, genetic pollution was actually more appropriate.
Understanding this principle,
Brian couldn’t help having new ideas.
If that was the case,
Could he control his genetic material to mass-produce enhanced ‘Favored’?
Sadly, ultimately Brian found this idea utterly impractical.
Because his Pollution was acquired after the infection, not inherently possessed.
The pollution above was like a solidified state.
If he really did that, probably many people would have to die to get Favored similar to the previous Scale Armor Favored, and most of those Favored basically would be of low intelligence, useless in the technological era.
But there were also unexpected surprises.
Brian’s small brain specin, originally highly active, coupled with the loss of conscious infusion, automatically entered a lower consumption frequency.
One canister of Nutrient Liquid, without using that kind of Pollution ability, could basically sustain the small brain’s nutritional needs for about a month.
Pretty hassle-free.
“From now on, you’ll be called Curse Brain.”
Brian watched the faintly pulsing small brain in the glass vessel and gave it a fitting na.
…
After destroying all traces.
Brian fiddled with the Curse Brain in his hands, rejected the transportation offer from his subordinates, and jogged back to his apartnt.
For a long period coming, Brian was prepared to peacefully develop.
He planned to solidly build up his own forces while focusing his energy on collecting obsessions.
Sleep!
He still had to work tomorrow!
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