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Chapter 858 - 858 446 Trifles (4000)

Chapter 858: 446 Trifles (4000) Chapter 858: 446 Trifles (4000) “You don’t need to keep up the pretense of your royal identity anymore, come to the Clinic to help me. I’ll be heading to Shire City after a while, and you’ll come with me. I need your hypnotic abilities…” The voice, reminiscent of Grand Bell, buzzed and gradually softened to normal decibels as the words progressed.

Casio emerged from the Demon Idol form, walking out of the twisted gates in human shape.

Unconcerned about the Evil Mother, he arrived naked in the hall on the first floor. He found a clean set of clothes and quickly dressed.

Standing before a half-length mirror, Casio glanced at himself. Perhaps due to the complete heteromorphism of his body organs by dark creatures, his features and temperament now had a somewhat sinister aspect. Even with a blank expression, the sharpness between his contours and brows imposed a sense of oppression and dominance.

This was the natural emanation of an indomitable life field, hard to suppress.

It would take some time to adjust and control it freely.

Now, Casio’s flesh had already reached the realm of an Ultimate Fighter, implying he could match an Ultimate Fighter without relying on the vast Qi cultivated in his body or his array of sophisticated and ferocious techniques.

Merely through strength, speed, and defense, he could spar with an Ultimate Fighter. One could imagine the substantial increase in overall combat ability if he also harnessed Southern Dipper’s Extreme Power Sonic Fang. Of course, attaining the level of flesh realm of an Ultimate Fighter most importantly bolstered his defense. In essence, he could take a hit; his error tolerance was high.

Casio’s Sonic Fang had reached a pinnacle of destructive force—breaking through with Magic puppet secret weapon would at best be gilding the lily. But an extremely robust physique would place him on invincible footing. As long as the bone armor on the surface of his body remained intact, even if an Ultimate Fighter stronger than him completely dominated the battle, Casio wouldn’t face the peril of defeat or death.

In battle, he would have various options: he could withstand the enemy’s force using his terrifying stamina and defensive power, or he could retreat with extreme speed and bursting strength. In short, both his combat and survival abilities were enhanced.

Recentering his thoughts, Casio felt the abundant and tremendous energy between cells, his muscles firm and powerful. Slowly twisting his neck, his skeleton cracked audibly. He glanced at the Evil Mother beside him: “Back to the Clinic.”

Deep into the night, at the Clinic Headquarters, in the room where the director resided.

Casio had once again entered the World of Calamities and stood on the resurrection altar on the ground floor of Shelter Tower. Speaking of which, he had never once made use of the resurrection ability. Mainly because by the time he entered the World of Calamities, he was already at the top Fighter level, and even in such a brutal environment, he belonged to the strong, possessing great capacity to neutralize dangers.

Now that Casio had reached the Ultimate Fighter realm, the likelihood of needing the resurrection altar had dimmed even further. Nonetheless, it was a safeguard. People have their bad days. In case of a Lightless Night when the ultimate darkness roams, it could ensure people’s safety.

After infusing his blood of spirit into the Shelter Tower’s Defense Array, Casio quickly departed. He walked out of the gates of Ash City, heading towards Wailing Valley.

There, every Wraith was the best sparring partner.

Should there be a swift surge in strength, to digest and thoroughly understand that power, there was no better choice than there. Moreover, the Wraiths, when struck down, could provide Casio with some insights from the battle experience.

A visit when there’s idle time greatly benefits the mastery of secret martial arts.

Night passed, and after a night of learning and battle, daylight broke.

Casio opened his eyes, a wisp of dark energy flickered and vanished within his pupils. He had remained seated in a meditative pose all night, but now he rose from the soft carpet. In a few steps, he reached the window and drew back the white curtains. The bright sunlight streamed in, the sky clear and colorful outside.

He watched in silence as the light whitened the ground and then left the bedroom, heading to an open space. His gaze slowly swept across, and he saw the inmates of the Clinic grouped together, painting walls and planting trees.

A lively and enthusiastic scene of hard work.

Casio wandered to different places and found some loosening soil, others repairing the Enclosure wall, and some cleaning. He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards the Cafeteria. On the way, he unexpectedly encountered Siegel, casually dressed. Casio called him over and gestured towards the Prisoners in the distance.

“What’s going on with these people?”

“Oh, Director, you mean this? Our Clinic Headquarters has been neglected for half a year, without systematic management. So, my master decided to start with small tasks, cleaning up the entire Clinic first, then getting the whole organization running smoothly and efficiently again…”

Siegel explained.

“Hmm, then let’s do it his way,” Casio replied.

He didn’t dwell on the subject and continued towards the Cafeteria. Professional matters should be handled by professionals. Siegel’s master, Otto, once served as the Deputy Director of the Clinic and knew full well how to reorganize the facility. There was no need for him—an outsider—to give unsolicited directives. He was self-aware that while he could wield power forcefully, he did not know how to govern skillfully.

Winning hearts was nothing more than forcibly controlling them with the Demon Seed. It wasn’t as if those under him were particularly loyal or admiring.

It was merely because his Fist was far greater than theirs.

And that, of course, was enough.