The Gentleman at the End
Chapter 578 - 576: Amoeba

Chapter 578: Chapter 576: Amoeba

William gently tapped on Price’s armor, giving a reminder:

"Price, after you head to the zoo, you are supposed to take over the position of the former Assistant Beast Tamer—the Serpent Woman, Carlo Pess. She was originally a creation of Zock, the Chief, and she might not be too happy about being replaced by you.

When you meet Zock, just say you’re a friend of mine, and there shouldn’t be any problems."

"Okay."

"Develop your own Fear Seed as soon as possible and establish yourself here... When the magic banquet arrives, you will be able to enjoy the most exquisite delicacy in this world."

After bidding farewell to City Lord Price, William turned to look at his own Deputy Officer. This sudden personnel change was completely unexpected.

However, Nash’s performance was indeed impressive, and William rather appreciated it. He was also quite curious about what kind of illness Nash had been infected with, enabling him to regenerate with ease under the suppression of moonlight.

"Nash, let’s go~ The theater still has many aspects that need to be changed."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Nash’s Scattered Eyes flickered wildly in all directions as he hurriedly followed behind William, "Lord William, I heard that the theater is currently temporarily set up with the circus, right? Moreover, there are rumors that the arrangement of the theater’s location was personally proposed by the boss’s deputy—Mr. Rabbit. You really do have some clout."

"I’m not aware of that, but it’s true that the circus has helped me a lot.

I will give out detailed modification blueprints. You coordinate with the circus to make the changes then... I want to create a special theater that combines both human society and bio-punk style.

Even when the official performance arrives, we can directly move the theater onto the stage."

Nash extended the five fingers of his right hand, smacking his own chest forcefully, even causing his breastbone to cave in.

"Leave it to me! Although I have resigned from Director J’s position, those poker-faced guys still listen to me. I’ll have them come over to help."

"Hmm, by the way, Nash, which organization or Source Epidemic Area did you belong to before you joined the circus?"

"You must be curious about my origins, aren’t you, Lord William? Hehe! Very few people know about my personal details; let me tell you all about it.

My blood carries the heritage of a former Source Epidemic Area, the ’Parasite Hive’. Unfortunately, I couldn’t enjoy the benefits of the Source Epidemic Area. I had neither the Plague Book nor any resources.

The onset of war resulted in the death of the Plague Master of the Parasite Hive, and the whole Source Epidemic Area collapsed.

The Parasite Hive fragmented into various independent parasite groups. Some disappeared gradually in the poor post-war conditions, while others grew stronger, such as the recently expanded Black Ascaris Company in the first Neutral City, Loop.

As for me, I came from an ordinarily developed parasite community—the ’Amoeba Clan’.

There’s also a secret about me; only the boss of the circus knew, but now I will tell you too, Lord William... I am not a patient, but an abnormally developed, oversized Amoeba.

My fellows all need a host’s Outer Shell to perform daily activities of the Old World, while I do not require parasitism and can simply mimic a humanoid form.

During the completion of my path, I voluntarily abandoned the ’Parasitic Instinct’ of being a parasite, directing all that potential towards shapeshifting and regeneration.

Since I naturally dislike being a parasite, the others in my community deemed me an outcast and exiled me. I got so angry that I killed them all, including the so-called strongest Parasite.

Afterwards, by a stroke of luck, I joined the circus. It wasn’t until I arrived here that I felt I had found a place where I could develop freely, unfettered, and even receive the ’Fear Seed’ gifted by the boss."

As Nash spoke, his Scattered Eyes stretched to the extreme, his pupils moving so close to the corners of his eyes, as if they were about to pop out, releasing a strong Fear Seed from within him.

"Ah~ However, even though I’ve been doing well in the circus, I always felt something was missing. Only after your arrival, Lord William, did I finally realize the missing piece in my heart... ’Performance’.

I’m truly grateful to you! If it weren’t for your arrival, my life would have been meaningless."

While Nash spoke passionately, William suddenly turned his head, looking directly at him with an icy and emotionless gaze.

His lips moved, and a whisper that penetrated the brain was conveyed:

"You want to parasite me, don’t you, Nash?"

As William uttered these words, something seemed to surge up his neck too. Eventually, a pair of hands emerged from his temples and covered his face, forming a mask.

William’s question turned into a kind of death interrogation, and the surroundings instantly dimmed, with the candlelight failing to reach the area where the two stood.

It was as if Nash stood on the edge of an abyss, one nudge away from plunging into it.

In William’s expectation, Nash, who should have been in extreme fear and alertness, instead showed an almost perverted gleam in his eyes,

His eyes welled up with a flood of tears, not of fear or trepidation, but excitement, and it even seemed that his swim trunks were slightly bulging.

"Wow! Is this your new form, Your Excellency... Such an overwhelming aura of oppression! It’s the first time I’ve felt the presence of death so intimately, Lord William, you truly are formidable."

"Answer my question, Nash."

"I’ve never had such thoughts. I simply worship you and desire to share the stage with you, pouring out our acting skills to the audience.

Even if I did have such a thought, you would be the only target of my parasitic desires in this life.

If I were to truly become a parasite, I would never invade your physical body, let alone your consciousness. I would honestly stay in a corner, doing all I can to assist you."

"No, if I find you harboring any parasitic thoughts, I will directly remove the cerebral lobe where those thoughts arose."

"Got it! I swear on my cell nucleus, that will never happen."

"Hmm."

After dispelling the Abyss Mask and returning to normal,

even after such a ’heart-to-heart,’ Nash remained as lively as ever.

"Lord William, as I said before, I can change my shape at will, including my gender.

If you find my current appearance displeasing, you can tell me your preferred form, even the personality, and I will do my best to embody it."

The favorite form.

For some reason, William’s mind flickered with images, including that of a woman cradled by celestial bodies.

"No... just be yourself."

"Be myself! Yes, you’re absolutely right, my lord. Now that I am your Deputy Officer, I should concentrate on my own unique features, be fully independent in everyday life, understand myself, and distinguish performance from reality! This is brilliant, I have to write this down."

Nash’s shifting gaze was like that of a genius, and indeed, he really did take out a notebook to jot down the phrase ’be yourself.’

When they returned to the theater,

the circus engineering team was making renovations to the theater according to William’s draft,

and the Natalie sisters were fretting over a special draft when they sensed William’s presence and immediately turned around, "William, you’ve finally arrived... Hmm? Is this your new Deputy Officer? He seems familiar."

"Hello, Captain Natalie! I am the former Jack of Spades; I’ve helped you with the Jujutsu Group’s escape incident before."

The sister squinted her eyes in close observation of the plain-looking newcomer, "Oh~ a manager promoted to deputy head, that’s something I’ve never heard of before. You’re Nash, right? I sort of remember."

"Yes, I’m very grateful that you remember my name."

As soon as he finished speaking, Natalie’s gaze shifted away, taking the draft to talk with William... evidently, she wasn’t too interested in the new deputy officer.

"William, there’s some difficulty with the design of the theater seats... I can provide jujutsu performers, but their physical resilience might not meet the standards you require for the seats."

In Natalie’s hands, the draft depicted a biologically stylized chair designed by William himself,

featuring distinctive spine, scapula, and armrest structures, with a skull at the top of the backrest covered in muscle tissues, and externally sewn together with black leather using contemporary textile techniques, resulting in an aesthetically pleasing chair design.

"Is the toughness of biological materials not sufficient? Let’s see, I’ll go to the zoo to check with Zock if there is any excess bone material."

"There’s no need for that trouble, Lord William.

You can just take the biological materials from me... I possess the ability of ’Super Regeneration,’ as long as I don’t die thousands of times within a single day, it won’t be a problem.

The quality of my flesh also completely exceeds the basic standards for the chair."

William didn’t hesitate, patting Nash lightly on the shoulder, "Then I’ll leave it to you."

"Thank you for your recognition, Lord William, this is fantastic!"

Nash immediately went backstage to self-harvest his bones, dying hundreds of times in one day to gather all the flesh and blood materials required for the seats,

and he also carefully cut off a piece of flesh from his shoulder, precisely where William had just patted him, and preserved it in an exquisite metal box.