Like a brown bear that has been dormant for a winter slowly wakes up, as if the whole mountain has life, the powerful heartbeat shocks everyone and every heart in the house. It forced them to beat at the same frequency as it, or they would be harmed by the invisible force of tremors.

The offspring of the evil god, the creeping mass of flesh, the undifferentiated protoplasm, the left hand of the great creature, at all cost to its fellow citizens and believers, finally began to become conscious. Its body began to tremble regularly, as the soft structure had not yet settled, and the tentacles that attacked the enemy retracted into its body and rejoined the ranks of differentiation.

If the monster were allowed to choose its evolutionary path, the outcome would likely be catastrophic, as such a large amount of biological energy gave it room to unleash its imagination and creativity.

And the heartbeat that forced the creatures to submit forced the people present, the dwarves and even the goblins to hold their chests and struggle to survive in it. In such a situation, no creature can stop its path of change, unless, he has no heartbeat.

The heart of a vampire has long since stopped beating. Jung was thus the only exception in the audience who was still able to move. He was also accustomed to this exception, he was always that exception, and when his people died, he survived exceptionally. When his companion died, he did not usher in eternal sleep. When he was too injured to be dead, he was exceptionally chosen by the Bloodline.

Changing people to experience what he has been through may give the illusion that he is different in this accident, but Jung knew and knew from before that exception is not lucky, and exception means that he has to face a situation that no one else has faced, such as the present.

"Poof!" the werewolf's claws turned into drills, and he carried Barak deep into the interior of the primordial flesh. He wasn't a dragon, he wasn't a wizard, and even the latter would not be able to devise a way to destroy such a large mass of flesh and blood in a short period of time. Therefore, there is only one thing Jung can do, to do his best to achieve the greatest results.

His choice was the heart, the new powerful center in this sarcoma. He wants to destroy it, as long as he can destroy it, even if it can't be fatal, it can greatly slow down the differentiation of this mass and buy time for his companions who are still outside. At the very least, they can try to escape.

The deeper he went, the more Jung wanted to turn around and shout at those people to get away from this damn place now. He never imagined that fat would be so impenetrable when it was intertwined with undifferentiated tissue and growing blood vessels. It is true that he is now a quick knife, but the butter he is about to cut is the product of being squeezed to some shocking density. With the vibration, he was sure that the heart was not far away, but he was increasingly unsure if he could destroy it.

The life force is always described as good and gentle, but when it is violent to a certain extent, the heart-warming candlelight can also turn into a city-destroying fire.

The thick red film is right in front of you, and it looks like the center of a typhoon, and every tremor can cause the surrounding attachments to shake violently. Jung tried to tear it apart with his claws, but the material around him was too soft to draw on his strength, and his sharp claws could not be used.

He tried to open his mouth again, but before he could bite into the outer skin of his heart, the sticky tissue filled his mouth like gum. Not only the mouth, but also the massive body was powerless in the face of the outsider, and the flesh around the vampire was squeezing him hard, trying to turn him into a living amber and seal it in.

Claws, fade. Fangs, disappear. The silver-haired and red-eyed elf reappeared, with a tattoo on his naked upper body drawing an intricate pattern on his chest. The pattern became hideous with its owner's face, and it began to emit a condensed red light, which is the unique inheritance of the Barak bloodline, the unique ability of many bloodlines, fusion.

The True Ancestors of the Barak Bloodline have been exploring the question of whether only life can transform other things into a part of itself, namely the act of eating. And why is this process established? Why do organisms get energy by eating, and why does their food have a range?

The pattern changes to a bloody scab, which tears into a wound that ruptures to reveal the ribs underneath, which give way to change the structure of the interior.

Eating in a range means that what is being eaten has the same root as the eater, and therefore has the possibility of mutual transformation. Going forward, then, why is there such a possibility? Broadly speaking, did the rich and colorful things in the world exist when the material world appeared, according to the theory of elements, or is the world itself constantly differentiating? Was the first world composed of a single element or something purer than the element, which was transformed into a variety of different substances through some link?

Soon, another mouth grew on Jung's chest, a large mouth with multiple petals of flesh like an anemone opening outward, jagged teeth, and four rattan-like tongues.

Is it possible, then, that an individual in this world to be able to return himself to a more primitive state in this world by devouring and merging? If that individual can do this, will he or she become a higher being than the constantly dividing world itself in front of him, and become a retrograde of the laws of nature through the reversal of the process of differentiation to the mode of action that is reversed from time? If that were the case, would he become a being above all change?

The four tongues, sticking out like toads, pulled what they touched into the mouth, and as they swallowed more and more, the mouth that grew on the chest grew larger and larger, and the flaps of flesh that had been clinging to the skin began to bulge, as if Jung's chest had grown a mass of sarcoma. He is blooming, and all parts of his body are blooming.

If what the Great Left Hand is doing is transforming itself from pure protoplasm into a creature with a definite form, then Jung is the opposite of him, devouring the creature and returning everything to a more primitive state. The flesh was reduced to gas and water, and the hard particles were smelted into a mixture of metal.

This is a duel between evolution and degeneration, whether the evolutionary advanced the ability to eliminate the virus from the body, or the degenerate degenerate first exhausted the energy of evolution. But Jung knew that this confrontation would not continue forever, that he had limits, and that he was now able to regain his familiar form by protruding the flowers from his body, which doomed him to devour and merge not very completely, and he did not want to be so complete, because to be complete would mean that he would lose what he called himself and become something more primitive and ancient.

Barak's upper bloodlines are rare, as they are always too gluttonous and accidentally cross that line.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Jung's worries were destined to be unnecessary, he overestimated himself too much, and underestimated the offspring of the evil gods. As he devoured the other party, the other party was learning from him, the fat hardened, the bones covered with it, and the flowers that grew on the vampire could no longer eat any food.

It's time to get out of here, and if he doesn't go, he'll go from being devoured to being devoured. As he fled outside the body of the Great Left Hand, Jung thoughtfully,

"Has he been fighting against this kind of thing? Why is he?"