parentshiftbook Chapter 68 Level 1 Monsters and Their Comeback!
Chapter 68 Level 1 Monsters and Their Comeback!
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit, rudimentary laboratory.
hum-
With a deep, resonant energy hum, the last shadow rune disappeared above the experimental table.
Hick slowly withdrew his hands, his eyes flashing with a dark light as he stared at the raven on the experimental table, whose form had changed drastically.
"Gah—"
The raven let out a hoarse and eerie cry. Its originally jet-black feathers now flowed with an almost liquid shadow, as if it could blend into the surrounding darkness at any moment, and even the light around it was subtly distorted.
A satisfied smile appeared on Hick's lips.
[Experimental Project: Transplantation of Primary Shaded Organisms]
[Experiment Objective: To break through the upper limit of the Raven bloodline and advance to a higher level of monster]
[Experimental Procedure: Stable]
[Experiment Result: Success]
[Experiment Participation Rate: 100%]
[Experiment Difficulty: 1+]
Experiment Score: 10
[Remaining experiment points: 21]
Hick had given up almost everything for these carefully bred ravens—all the experimental points he had earned from the witch body modification were gone!
Moreover, he further enhanced the raven's already remarkable environmental adaptability and assimilation ability.
Given time, the entire flock of crows will transform into true level one monsters!
This means that... the Soul Transfer Technique will once again become an invisible weapon in his hands!
"The number of experimental points is severely insufficient."
Hick's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the cold metal surface, his brow furrowed slightly. "The mentor is no longer trustworthy... how can we quickly replenish him?"
Thinking about this problem gave Hick a headache. Everything was fine before, but now he felt like a spinning top that couldn't stop, with no free time at all.
One thing after another keeps popping up. Thinking back on the days since I came to this world, although my strength has increased dramatically, I really can't stay idle.
"Gah!"
A sharp caw interrupted his thoughts. A raven, like a ghost, flew through the laboratory's ventilation opening and landed steadily on his shoulder.
Hick closed his eyes, his mind instantly connecting with the raven. The next instant, he flung his eyes open, a chilling light flashing deep within his pupils!
"fail?!"
How is this possible?!
With Sori leading the team and Sean providing support, all members had undergone his personal witch body modification, making their combat power far exceed that of their peers!
With Sean's "Spore Assimilation" ability, enemies below the third-level apprentice level should have become their allies!
Dealing with a group of "lambs" that have just emerged from the tower should have been a crushing victory!
"Leo..."
Hick's voice was low and icy as he savored the name, "Another troublemaker like Krall... But now that you've been marked as a target..."
A cold, murderous glint appeared at the corner of his lips. "Then we must... eliminate them!"
"Rabble!" Hick's voice pierced the cold air of the laboratory.
The door slid open silently, and an apprentice shrouded in a gray robe appeared, bowing: "Sir, what are your orders?"
"Order: All personnel in the Doring River region, assemble at the coordinates of Sori immediately! Hurry!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Rabble accepted the order and left the laboratory.
Hick raised his hand and gently stroked the shadowy feathers of the raven on his shoulder, whispering as if a cold wind were blowing across an icy surface:
"I can't go myself... and I need a perfect alibi... so... you... will go in my place."
"Gah—!"
The raven gave a short, sharp reply, its shadowy wings fluttering slightly. Carrying its master's will, it instantly blended into the dark corner of the laboratory and disappeared.
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On the banks of the Doling River, at the edge of scorched earth.
Sori knelt on one knee, carefully protecting the tattered black robe beside him.
When he confirmed that the faint yet stable aura emanating from beneath the black robe was palpable, a look of disbelief and astonishment crossed his face—he had failed to detect the true identity of this "comrade"...
"Sorry...you...you piece of trash!"
A tiny figure, no bigger than a palm and barely made of a viscous, milky-white substance, clung precariously to Sori's charred shoulder armor, uttering broken, venomous accusations.
"I...I almost...was completely burned to ashes by that damned holy flame! Just...a hair's breadth away!"
Sori remained silent, his eyes filled with gloom.
He himself barely managed to solidify his physical form by squeezing out his very essence, so Sean, a core life form composed of countless spores, was naturally even more difficult to completely destroy. As long as even one spore remained, it would not die.
"Have you... implanted spores in them all?" Sori's voice was hoarse and dry.
"Hmph! That red-haired brat... doesn't have it!"
The white little man—Shaun's core—screams and taunts.
"The others... well, they do have some... What? You want to take me to my death like this? Just the two of us... crippled?"
It writhed with difficulty: "When I get back... I'm going to accuse you in front of the adults! The mission failed... you... are fully responsible!"
"Suit yourself, Sean."
Sorey's voice carried a deathly weariness, "But the mission failed... to go back like this... do you think... we have any chance of survival? We must..."
He tried to persuade the other party to take action again.
"Yo—!"
A piercing shriek, filled with malice and mockery, shattered the silence of the sky, interrupting Sori's words.
Several figures shrouded in black mist, riding eagle-headed bats, hovered and landed on the scorched earth, standing in front of the disheveled Sori.
The leader pulled back his hood, revealing a face with a cruel smile—Brown.
He surveyed the battlefield, ravaged and reeking of scorch and death, with exaggerated gestures, his gaze finally settling on Sori, who was kneeling on the ground:
"Tsk tsk tsk... Look who this is! Isn't this our 'promising' Lord Sorey? How did he... turn into such a pathetic sight?"
"Sigh, where are the brothers who followed Lord Sory to 'make a name for themselves'? How come they've all disappeared? Could it be... they've all turned into charred remains on this ground? Hahaha!" someone next to him said without restraint.
"A piece of trash is a piece of trash! Even if the adults give him a chance, he'll never amount to anything!" Another person said, arms crossed, making no attempt to hide his contempt.
Brown's gaze then shifted to the wriggling white mass on Sorey's shoulder, and he laughed exaggeratedly:
"Hey! Isn't this Sean? What happened to him? Did he shrink so much? Could it be... that he habitually hid underground during fights and got roasted?"
"Hahahaha!" A piercing laugh echoed across the deathly silent battlefield.
Sean's core throbbed with anger, about to unleash a sharp rebuttal—
"That's enough!"
A cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang out!
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unspoken authority that instantly drowned out all the laughter!
Pfft!Pfft!
All the dark wizards, including Brown, who had just been mocking him, suddenly knelt down on one knee as if struck by an invisible hammer, their heads buried deep in their chests!
"Greetings, Your Excellency!!!" The voice was filled with undisguised fear.
A jet-black raven, its feathers shimmering with shadows and slightly larger than a normal raven, hovered silently in the air above everyone's heads.
Its deep, light-devouring eyes coldly surveyed the area below, finally locking onto Sori.
The invisible pressure descended upon Sorey as if it were a tangible reality.
"Sorry," Hick's cold voice came clearly from the raven's beak, "you have disappointed me greatly."