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Chapter 604 - 315: Are You Human? Why Do I Have So Many Limbs? (Combined - s, June monthly ticket extra 7+8)_3

Chapter 604: Chapter 315: Are You Human? Why Do I Have So Many Limbs? (Combined Chapters, June monthly ticket extra 7+8)_3

"Limits?"

Dean seemed to hear a huge joke, shaking his head:

"There are no limits, it’s simply that those big octopuses never left the deep sea from the beginning.

It was the human mutants hunting deep sea mutated beasts who discovered them.

A lot of trouble ensued, and many people died.

In any case, later on, humanity landed on the Moon, obtained the Afterglow Slab, and through the Afterglow Slab, they researched that similar meme power of unknown force, then combined the powers of East and West, deploying a large number of meme weapons, establishing the Deep Sea Defense Line, and blockaded that area of the sea."

Brian nodded in understanding after listening.

This did fit human habits.

As long as there was a threat, regardless of whether the other party had hostile intentions, once a power of retaliation was available, the approach was to strike first.

Suddenly, Brian’s expression stiffened.

Wait a minute!

Memes... Since meme power was replicated from the Afterglow Slab, why did he gain an ability similar to Blood Moon mutated ability when he devoured the remnants of the Afterglow Slab?

The meme power he currently possessed came from an infection.

Even now, Brian actually didn’t understand the origin and principle of this power.

What was the difference?

Another point was also very strange.

That was, among the creatures killed by meme pollution, not a single obsession burst forth.

This was also illogical.

After all, these people had been enhanced to some extent and weren’t lacking in resources as First Rank life forms, so it was impossible that they had no obsessions!

What secret was hidden behind all this?

...

Brian’s daydreaming lasted only a moment, but it didn’t escape Dean’s notice next to him.

He looked at Brian: "What are you thinking about?"

Brian shrugged: "I’m thinking, didn’t NW’s Black Light Biotechnology also research a sort of biological nuclear weapon similar to this from the Afterglow Slab?"

Dean shook his head:

"That’s different.

NW did have a first-generation replica of the Afterglow Slab, and it was the Liki family of the three founding families of NW who completed this research, which is why they control the Combat Department.

As for the stuff on Black Light Biotechnology’s hands, it’s a replica of a replica.

It seems similar, but in reality, it’s very different.

However, what exactly the first-generation replica is like, I have also never seen; hardly any news about it has leaked to the outside world.

Some have tried to go to the Deep Sea Defense Line, but no one has ever come back alive.

In fact, I also wanted to try back in the day but ended up not daring to go."

At this, Brian laughed: "Lucky you didn’t go, otherwise where would I find Susan?"

Dean rolled his eyes and continued: "What was I saying earlier? Damn that Big Octopus... Right, before I left, I asked Benjeton about the situation with the Deep Sea Defense Line, and there really was meme pollution there. He suspects that something has happened to those deep sea mutated beasts, granting them power similar to that of the Deep Sea Defense Line’s replicated meme weapons."

"Mutated beasts gaining meme power?"

Brian stroked his chin.

Actually, that was quite possible.

Whether mutants or mutated beasts, the source of their abilities was the power of mental reflection fused with Blood Moon radiation, birthed subsequently.

Most of these were physical abilities.

A very small part was like the power of rules.

The former, like the Super Adaptation Talent that Brian possessed, could passively gain the Deep Sea Defense Line’s meme weapon power just by getting a bit radiated.

The latter was even simpler.

Directly obtain it from the Blood Moon radiation.

But that’s also not quite right.

Brian scratched the back of his head: "However, previously on the warship, those guys from the Holy Council contaminated me through communication with my watch... The polluting power was very potent, and even if it was because of my in-depth cognizance, there’s no reason why it should have infected me directly."

Hearing this, Dean laughed: "The reason is simple, I suspect that those guys from the Holy Council had already captured the thing that attacked the warship and conducted secret research for some time before initiating the conscription mission, using you guys for the next round of experiments, attempting to infect you with that thing, which is why I still have to make another trip to the Deep Sea Base!"

...

Returning will have to wait for Benjeton’s notification.

Before those Holy Council families had negotiated how to deal with Brian and Dean, it was impossible for them to go back.

Dean’s idea was to go over alone to negotiate this matter when the time came, to prevent any accidents and being caught in one fell swoop.

This gave Brian a sigh of relief.

He really didn’t want to be near the Deep Sea Base now.

That Big Octopus...

A consciousness was a consciousness, a physical body was a physical body.

If it weren’t for the fact that the opponent foolishly charged into his territory, where he was restrained by his consciousness imbued with Blood Moon radiation, the outcome could have been hard to predict.

Additionally, Brian was also thankful that Dean didn’t inquire why he could control that power of meme pollution after the infection and why there was a Mutation of that power in his body...

The world of adults.

This sense of boundary made him feel very comfortable.

He found this kind of trust comfortable as well.

With Dean’s trust, once he had tackled the breeding mutation issue, he’d definitely let Susan bear him a good eight or ten children, letting Dean experience what familial bliss really is.

Of course, the money for raising the kids would definitely have to come from Dean.

Without mooching off the old man, where would his sense of involvement come from?

This is what adults call being considerate!

...

Approaching night.

The sea was especially chilly and somber.

Dean had already checked in with Los Angeles using his satellite phone, ensuring them he was safe.

He was someone who couldn’t stay put.

He went straight to the deep sea and found a bunch of unlucky killer whales, forcing them to join him in a swimming race.

Brian wasn’t that masochistic.

He took advantage of the free time to experiment a bit with the meme infection ability controlled by his pineal gland.

The effect was badass.

Basically, any marine life close enough—provided it was a creature possessing ’consciousness’—had no hope of resisting. They’d die within ten meters, each in bizarre and varied ways, and the lower the intelligence of the marine creature, the faster they’d die...

After some trials.

Brian discovered that his infection ability was largely a successor to the three main rules of the previous meme pollution, but it also combined his own mutation attacks, and if he let this infection spread, the higher the intelligence of the marine life, the greater the infection radius.

However, the maximum was just a few dozen centimeters, not even a whole meter.

Upon further research.

Brian confirmed that the way this infection spread was actually through sensory infection.

For example, close-range infection was through ’physical reception’ of some unknown signal.

This distance was very short unless deliberately transmitted through a device.

He was infected in this manner.

Besides that, there was the act of looking.

What was most outrageous was that despite continuous trials with this ability, Brian never felt tired.

Neither in spirit nor in body did he feel any depletion, akin to skill CD, a free-to-use skill with no mana cost.

This should have been something very excellent and exciting, but Brian felt an underlying unease.

The most expensive things come in free packages.

He always felt like the appearance of meme pollution in this world was a bit too abrupt.

Perhaps it was some kind of instinctual resistance.

After calming down, Brian decided to use this ability as little as possible in the future.

After all, if he truly encountered danger, he still had his ’Stare Mutation’—a trump card gained from the Twilight Plate—and in ordinary circumstances, there would be no need for meme pollution...

...

At midnight.

Dean, having tired of his play, returned to the surface.

He looked at Brian, "Those big families are so slow in doing things, I suppose there won’t be any outcome today. Let’s go; a few hundred miles ahead, I found a small deserted island where we can stay overnight."

Brian nodded.

Lying on land was certainly more comfortable than soaking continuously in the seawater.

Arriving on the deserted island.

Seeing Dean light a bonfire, Brian yawned unconsciously.

Dean thought he was tired and suggested, "You go straight to sleep; I’ll keep watch."

Brian wanted to decline, but feeling a sudden wave of drowsiness and a somewhat groggy head, he nodded instinctively and lay down beside the bonfire, closing his eyes.

Soon after, faint snores were heard.

Looking at the deeply sleeping Brian, Dean enviously sighed, "Youth is wonderful, asleep the moment your head hits the pillow..."

But at this moment, Brian was somewhat confused.

Where was this?

Yes, he had fallen asleep, but his consciousness had come to a strange place.

He saw endless and profound darkness all around.

Only beneath his feet was there some red light.

Humans, in fact, have an innate fear of darkness.

It was a fear branded into their genes by predators of the night that had hunted down their ancestors throughout evolution.

Driven by instinct, Brian wanted to rush toward that patch of light.

He moved, and then felt numb.

Why do I have so many limbs?