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Chapter 641 - 329: The Monster That Withstood the Tactical Hydrogen Bomb (July Monthly Ticket Extra 1)

Chapter 641: Chapter 329: The Monster That Withstood the Tactical Hydrogen Bomb (July Monthly Ticket Extra 1)

"This thing looks so much like the protagonist’s hand from ’Parasitic Beast’..."

Brian paused mid-step, his thumb anthropomorphically scratching the back of his hand, much like a person scratching their head.

The only difference was that at this moment, Brian’s left hand had eyes and a mouth on its palm.

However, as his consciousness shifted, the form of his left hand also changed accordingly.

Brian thought for a moment, his mind moved, trying to split his consciousness in two, one part remaining in the brain while the other in the left hand.

The next moment,

he actually gained two different fields of vision in his mind.

This sparked Brian’s playful interest.

He quickened his pace and arrived at the desolate, deserted living area.

This place was once inhabited by many Japanese.

Of course, to be precise, these Japanese were subordinates, family members, or reserve forces for the Dark Sect members.

Otherwise, these people wouldn’t be living clustered together here.

Now they were all things of the past.

Passing through the residential area led to some areas similar to factory buildings.

Further ahead, surrounded by villas but harboring secrets underground, was the headquarters of the Dark Sect.

Here, Brian smelled a lot of blood and the stench of rotting corpses.

This area once experienced the loss of many lives.

If there were really ghosts in this world, this place would surely have turned into a zone of specters by now.

When he arrived at this side,

he could see many Small Tachis on the road.

Every Tachi represented a Dark Sect Ninja who sensed something was wrong and tried to escape.

Just from what Brian saw, there were over a hundred.

That was not a small number.

Passing through these villas,

he finally came upon a place resembling a mountaintop base.

It looked somewhat like a military base built at the edge of a mountain. Inside, there was a depressed terrain with many water channels visible on both sides. At the mountain-side, an electronic gate was open, surrounded by a scatter of firearms and bladed weapons.

Standing in front of the base door, Brian furrowed his brows.

Didn’t they say a Third Rank Life entered?

Why hasn’t he heard any noise?

..

Scanning the silent underground base corridor, Brian pursed his lips.

He walked inside, and taking advantage of the lack of surveillance around, he casually flicked his hand.

The next moment,

his left hand detached entirely, carrying a part of Brian’s consciousness, the fingers transforming into four limbs and agilely finding a place to hide.

Seeing his palm detach while still being able to maintain a split in consciousness and even transfer it at will, Brian breathed a sigh of relief.

This was indeed a second life!

Maintaining this state of split consciousness, he followed the Affinity Sense deeper into the base.

With each step, Brian’s palm regenerated a bit more.

After about a hundred steps, his left hand had completely regrown.

Brian clutched his palm and quickened his pace.

With each segment he walked, Brian tried to test the transfer of the focal point of consciousness.

He found that the connection weakened as the distance increased.

After passing through three corridors and walking about a kilometer, Brian could barely feel the Affinity with his hand.

Any further, and the palm might become just a regular hand.

Reluctantly,

he could only control the palm to keep moving closer to him, maintaining this extreme distance.

...

The underground base was very rudimentary.

As he went deeper,

When Brian reached a pitch-black new corridor, he finally heard noises from below.

Boom, boom, boom!

It was a rhythmic but oppressively weird hammering sound.

It was called weird because the transmission of the sound stopped inside the corridor.

Brian stood before the pitch-black passage, stepped back slightly, and couldn’t hear anything; but stepping forward, he could hear the clear collision sounds again.

Besides that, there was light!

Although the corridor outside had soft lighting that did not affect visibility,

when he stepped into the pitch-black corridor, he found that the light entering from outside was eerily swallowed by the surrounding walls.

Was this an environment devoid of light?

"Such a miraculous material..."

Brian casually inserted his hand into the corridor, tore off a piece of the rock wall, discovered it was stone, and casually stuffed it into his pocket before continuing forward.

A no-light environment had no effect on his actions.

Brian had too many sensory talents.

Layers of invisible waves emanated from his body, eventually forming a three-dimensional corridor projection in his mind which, despite lacking visual hues, was almost identical to what the eyes saw and even more detailed.

Brian could even sense the subtle unevenness of the walls.

The further inside, the louder the impact sounds.

At the same time, the feeling of kinship stemming from shared blood grew stronger.

If he didn’t know he was a person of integrity, Brian might have suspected he had an illegitimate child inside.

When he reached an even darker corridor, in addition to the impact sounds, he also heard a man cursing, "Fight me one-on-one, you filthy ugly bug, disgusting maggot, did God forget to wear his glasses when he created you?"

The response to his cursing was a consistent rhythm of collision sounds...

Brian almost pictured it in his head: a tentacle wrapped around a man’s legs, swinging him back and forth, repeatedly smashing into the rocks.

Honestly, the man being swung was quite strong.