Chapter 106: The Movements of the Death God Beast

Days of peaceful experimentation always flew by quickly.

In one week, Gunei's time passed swiftly amidst busy refining and study.

Over this week, the progress on the 54-series Nightmare Dragon Blood Potion was some, but not significant.

The derivative Nightmare Dragon Blood Potions of 54-1, 54-2, 54-3... all caused silver-armored rats to show tendencies of mania and aggression.

Some even exhibited nightmare hallucinations, erosion of supernatural traits, and even body aberrations, mutations, loss of control, and so on.

Clearly, even with minor results, the difficulty of fine-tuning the concoction was very high. It might even be impossible to formulate.

Meanwhile, progress on the soul-type secret pattern potion advanced steadily, eliminating one possibility after another through exclusion.

During this same period, Gunei's strength also steadily improved.

...

One day, in the afternoon.

Having finished a day's refining and research, Gunei sat on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed.

Since opening the blood pool, the writhing flesh had also been placed in the pool to be scoured.

Gunei gradually felt his body's toughness increasing at a very steady pace.

This was much more noticeable and faster than the previous enhancement from the Blood Pool Codex.

Almost every day, Gunei could feel his skin, muscle membranes, muscles, bones, internal organs, and so on continuously strengthening.

Clearly.

The writhing flesh was having an effect.

“I possess resistance to that writhing flesh, coupled with my extremely high supernatural talent and strong compatibility, I can use the blood pool to scour the writhing flesh and strengthen myself.”

“For others, let alone absorbing the power of the writhing flesh to strengthen themselves,”

“just a single glance would bring curse and memetic invasion and infection, causing them severe harm.”

As he felt the blood pool scouring that piece of writhing flesh within him,

Gunei couldn't help but turn his thoughts to that “Unnameable Flesh.”

Gunei was now about to advance to the second rank, and he had the writhing flesh in hand, so he didn't have much need for the “Unnameable Flesh.”

But the power and terror of that Unnameable Flesh still lingered in his mind.

In his spare time, Gunei also pondered ways to utilize this “Unnameable Flesh.”

As long as Gunei himself didn't look at the Unnameable Flesh, he wouldn't be affected.

And in the future, after undergoing another touch-contact rebirth,

he estimated that even when facing the Unnameable Flesh directly, he would be unaffected.

Gunei might be unaffected, but for others, the impact would be enormous.

If he encountered a powerful enemy he couldn't defeat or even escape from,

he could suddenly pull out this piece of “Unnameable Flesh,” raise it high, and shout, “Grandson, dare you answer when I call your name?”

At that moment, the enemy would surely sneer and glare angrily.

When they gazed upon the flesh, would the “Unnameable Flesh” directly blind the enemy's eyes? Or cause their flesh and bones to peel off and crawl toward it? Or directly absorb the enemy's flesh and blood?

Either way, the enemy would suffer a devastating blow.

Even a Grandmaster would find it hard to withstand the powerful curse and memetic magic of this “Unnameable Flesh.”

Moreover, anyone who saw this Unnameable Flesh would be struck.

This was essentially a “divine weapon” for indiscriminate large-area attacks.

Given its indiscriminate nature, it couldn't be used in a melee between friend and foe, or both sides would die.

It would be most perfect when Gunei faced many enemies alone.

Of course, this ultimate weapon would not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.

“Having opened the blood pool, I gained Blood Shield and Blood Escape, greatly enhancing my survival ability.”

“With this Unnameable Flesh and my own rebirth as trump cards,”

“even if I develop powerful secret pattern potions, I don't have to worry too much about my own safety.” Gunei mused quietly.

Gunei knew the powerful properties of secret pattern potions better than anyone.

If he really developed a powerful secret pattern potion,

then surely someone would want him to develop a second, third, or even fourth.

If those big shots gave orders then, would he research or not?

Gunei researched secret pattern potions partly because he truly loved potionology and wanted to understand the deeper layers of the supernatural world.

Another reason was that he hoped to use secret pattern potions to elevate his own life level and become stronger.

At the same time, he could use them to make money.

But Gunei didn't want to be a puppet under someone else's command, doing whatever they ordered.

To have the power of choice, his own strength was essential.

Powerful strength faced not only enemies but sometimes also “one's own people.”

As Gunei was pondering, footsteps approached.

After a moment, the footsteps stopped beside him.

The maid's voice, not disturbing his rest but clear enough for him to hear, sounded beside him: “Master Gunei, a guest has arrived.”

“Who?” Gunei opened his eyes.

“A senior inspector from the police department, he says his name is ‘George Derrick.’”

“George?” Gunei raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Let him in.”

“Yes!”

A moment later.

George, wearing glasses and a hat, dressed in a robe, entered the warm hall led by the maid.

Passing through the wide, luxurious, elegant, and well-arranged hall corridor, they arrived at the sofa and fireplace rest area on the right.

George saw Gunei brewing coffee.

“Good afternoon, Lord Gunei Lawrence.” George removed his hat and bowed to Gunei.

This was a formal visit, so it couldn't be as casual as usual.

“Good afternoon, Lord George Derrick.” Gunei also rose and returned the greeting.

“You may leave; I have some matters to discuss with Lord George.” Gunei glanced at the maid and said.

“Yes!” The maid turned and left.

After pouring a cup of coffee for George, Gunei lowered his voice.

“What is it?”

If it weren't something important, George wouldn't have come out of the blue.

Moreover, Gunei could sense that George seemed somewhat preoccupied.

George, with a slightly grave expression, downed the scalding coffee in one gulp.

As he set down the cup, Gunei felt a nullification interference barrier rapidly spread around, enveloping the entire sofa and fireplace area.

Without any preamble, George cut straight to the point.

“Something very important: that second-rank Death God Beast is showing signs of advancing.”

“Oh?” Gunei raised an eyebrow. “From second to third rank?”

“Yes.”

“When will it advance?”

“In the next few days, as short as one or two days, as long as three to five.”

“So... what's your plan?” Gunei looked at George.

Since George had come, he must have a corresponding plan.

“After this second-rank Death God Beast advances to third rank, its strength will skyrocket. At that point, only if I advance to fourth rank and you to third or fourth could we both kill it.”

“It would take a long time for us to reach those levels.”

“This time, the advancement of the second-rank Death God Beast presents a perfect opportunity.”

“If we ambush it at the critical moment of its advancement, we can interrupt the process.”

“Thus drastically reducing its strength, making it easier to kill.”

Interrupting an advancement was indeed a very good idea.

“Can you pinpoint the exact moment of its advancement?” Gunei asked solemnly.

“Yes.” George nodded.

“If you can accurately grasp the advancement point, then this plan shouldn't have major issues.” Gunei also nodded lightly.

Then George paused for a moment, looked at Gunei, and asked in a low voice, “Have you advanced to second rank?”

“Mm.” Gunei gave an affirmative answer.

Although Gunei hadn't advanced yet, advancing to second-rank Blood Curse Master was a matter of course for him; he could advance at any time.

“That's good.”

Then George flipped his hand and produced a glass bead the size of a marble. Inside the bead was a tiny hourglass, but there was nothing in it—or perhaps there was, but Gunei couldn't see it.

“Accept this medium, put it in your pocket. When it stirs, you'll naturally feel it. Then I'll wait for you in the small alley opposite Deep爵 Castle.”

“Mm! I understand.” Gunei took the glass bead, toyed with it lightly in his hand, and replied softly.

After George finished explaining his side of the matter, Gunei slowly spoke.

“I have something else quite important to discuss with you in detail.”

“Oh? What is it?” George looked over.