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Chapter 673 - 339: Human-Shaped Godzilla, Mutated Saint_3

Chapter 673: Chapter 339: Human-Shaped Godzilla, Mutated Saint_3

With a mere thought,

Everything that had collapsed around him seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand and put back into place.

A little over a minute later, the basement had returned to its prior appearance.

And even cleaner.

Brian had also taken the opportunity to get rid of the dust.

The tank holding the Electric Eels was also lifted onto the workbench.

The tank was made of special glass,

Resistant to high temperatures and impact.

The Electric Eels inside, apart from being a bit dizzy, were still doing fine.

Brian opened the lid of the tank and hooked his finger.

An invisible force picked up the most active cell Electric Eel and hoisted it into mid-air.

The next moment,

Brian’s eyes turned dark red.

A strange red light instantly enveloped the Electric Eel.

Bathed in the red light, the Electric Eel began to twist frantically.

Looking at the squirming Electric Eel, Brian’s eyes showed surprise.

It wasn’t the reaction of the Electric Eel that was odd.

This red light was actually the Mutant Ability Brian had acquired after swallowing the Ashen Plate.

The reason for his surprise was because, looking at this red light similar to the radiation of the Blood Moon, Brian shockingly found that the red glow in his own eyes was not light waves but a kind of Spiritual Waves similar to brainwaves!

Yes, Spiritual Waves!

He had been unable to see this type of Spiritual Wave before.

Brian rubbed his eyes, the more he looked at the Spiritual Radiation forming the red glow, the more familiar it seemed.

Wasn’t this the thing, the very form of his ideology, that head composed of countless faces and bodies, radiating outwards, resisting the tiny ’hands’ trying to devour him from another dimension?

"Damn it, this might just be the true form of Meme Pollution!"

Before, Brian had speculated that Meme Pollution was actually Biological Field contamination.

The Biological Field, by nature, is a life wave emitted by living beings.

This life wave contains the genetic imprint and Spiritual thought waves of the organism.

But previously, it had only been speculation, and now Brian could see it with his own eyes!

...

With this doubt, Brian didn’t even care about the Mutating Electric Eel anymore.

He hurried to a lead-lined safe in the basement, opened it, and revealed a glass vessel inside.

Inside the glass vessel, there was a continuously beating brain, roughly the size of a newborn’s fist.

The instant he saw the brain, it was as if Brian’s consciousness saw a new interface as if he could instantly transfer his consciousness into the brain inside the glass vessel if he wished.

Of course, he wouldn’t do that.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have locked up the Curse Brain contaminated with Meme Pollution in an isolated lead safe.

Brian seriously examined this brain of his own.

The previously inconspicuous brain was now densely covered in red lines, with miniature, distorted versions of Brian’s own head sprouting from them, wriggling like many nematodes, moving back and forth within the brain, making his scalp tingle with numbness...

This was the true form of the Curse Brain!

Brian also finally understood why, after the Meme Pollution infected him, and he went on to infect others, the manner of the victims’ deaths would be random according to some talent or ability of his, and those who survived the contamination with bodily Mutations would also transform towards the shape of his genetic imprint.

Wasn’t it obvious!

Those ’little Brians’ at the tips of the red lines made the reason clear!

To understand it in terms of Cultivation,

Those red threads with little Brians’ heads were probably Brian’s Spiritual Imprint!

...

"Genetic imprint, Spiritual Imprint..."

Brian murmured somewhat absent-mindedly.

He seemed to have thought of something.

As his brain worked at high speed,

Inside Brian’s brain, faint blue dots started to emerge.

These points, like countless branches or the state of the Cylinder Brain he once saw, with numerous neurons rapidly coming to life, providing Brian with computational power akin to that of a supercomputer...

After a while,

Brian rubbed his somewhat tired head, "I think I’m starting to understand what those remnants of the Ashen Plate are... even the truth behind the Blood Moon... If that’s the case, it’s utterly hopeless..."

...

Meanwhile,

Dean was leisurely holding his wife, Nell, munching on Blood Fruits while watching a killer movie in their private cinema.

It was a super-killer film.

The shooting location of the movie was even the Adams family hotel.

To get the Adams family’s consent to shoot there, the director had even agreed to let Dean and his wife make cameo appearances.

Now that the film was released, the couple chose to watch it first thing.

The two were engrossed, discussing the plot, chatting about some gossip of the main actors, in a pleasant mood.

Just then,

Dean’s communicator on his chest suddenly vibrated slightly.

He frowned, pulled out the communicator, and opened the message.

Seeing the logo, Dean’s expression turned serious as he accessed the contents.

It was an urgent briefing sent by the Book Society.

The Book Society was actually an intelligence agency formed by the children of the top echelons of the CIA. Their leader had a very good personal relationship with Dean, and was also one of Dean’s primary sources for global information.

Upon reading the message, Dean’s eyes widened.

Nell, sensing her husband’s abnormalities, quickly leaned in and wrapped her arms around Dean, "What’s wrong, darling~"

Feeling his wife’s care, Dean let out a breath of hot air and whispered softly, "The Saint from White Elephant Country has Mutated suddenly, slaughtering millions in an entire city, turning it into Hell..."