Wren often felt that he couldn't stand the current life for a moment.

"Damn, why don't I deserve a little comfort?"

He thought so indignantly.

It's been twenty years since I was born in this world, and the memories of my past life have long since become strange, as if it were just a dream, an overly real VR experience. In fact, if it weren't for the occasional dream of his life in his past life, Wren would have almost forgotten that he was a time-traveler.

In fact, in the first few years, Wren was extremely unacceptable to cross the matter, he hated the Gothic architecture of this world, and missed the high-rise buildings in China that were equipped with elevators as standard; I am disgusted with the monotonous and boring food here, and I miss the variety of delicacies in China.

Especially the period when he was a baby was the most difficult for him.

On the one hand, the body of a baby is as uncomfortable to the adult soul as a size 42 foot squeezing into a size 20 shoe. He can only lie in the crib every day and night, extremely boring and boring, and often have to endure the feeling of his excrement filling his buttocks - no way, the baby can't hold it.

On the other hand, whether it is this world or the previous world, whether it is a human being or any other living thing, babies depend on breast milk to survive. But the body of the baby Wren has the soul of an eighteen-year-old young man, he can clearly perceive the taste of human lotion, the peculiar taste makes him sick to his stomach, and the resistance from the psychology also makes him very tormented (of course, it is undeniable that the process of eating is still very wonderful, Wren had a good family when he was a child, and he had three young and beautiful wet nurses).

Later, with the change of time, Wren slowly adapted to the world in the love given by his parents, he thought that he would always live happily and steadily, but who knew that such a terrible thing would happen later?

An unforeseen turn of events changes Wren's life — his father's life, to be exact, but not much.

"Wren, there's no time for you to be in a daze right now, my great creation is still waiting to be repaired, why don't you hurry up and collect parts!"

The father's deep voice woke up the distracted Wren, and he hurriedly agreed and continued to do the work in hand.

Wren kept waving the shovel in his hand, shoveling and shoveling to dig the grave under his feet, and in the middle of the moon, the shovel came into contact with something, making a muffled "bang" sound. He was familiar with the sound, which meant that the coffin had finally been dug up, but for him, his father's mission had only just begun.

Wren skillfully inserted the shovel into the crack of the coffin, pried it hard, and then pushed the pry open coffin board aside, frowning and looking inside, inside was a strong man, who had just died and had not yet begun to rot.

The strong man had strong arms and thighs, looked to be at most forty years old, and had no obvious external injuries, so it was difficult to determine the cause of death. The corpse had a copper coin on each of its eyes, which Wren knew was used by superstitious people to bribe the Soul Messenger in order to get special privileges in the other world, but most of the rich would put two gold coins—at least silver, not shabby copper.

"Very well, my father will like this corpse, so that there is no need to dig other graves."

Wren thought as he picked up two copper coins and stuffed them into his pocket, and when he glanced around, he couldn't help but sigh when he didn't see anything more valuable than them.

"Why do you sigh, my son?"

Father Morris stood by the grave and looked down at Wren condescendingly, "Do you expect to find any valuable funerary goods in such a humble grave?" There are not even grave keepers in this cemetery, because any grave robber knows that the owners of these graves were poor when they were alive, and they are naturally poor ghosts when they die, so I don't think anyone will visit here except ghouls......"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered something, so he added with a little embarrassment: "Of course, I didn't come here for money, and your father is not a tomb robber, but a great scientist." ”

Since his father mentioned his proudest cause, Wren had to echo it: "Yes, father, how can a small tomb robber compare to you, I sincerely hope that one day I can be like you." At the same time, I silently said in my heart: Just kidding, I must not be a madman like you.

"Oh, there is no doubt about it, you are my precious son, destined to inherit all my knowledge."

Morris couldn't hear Wren's heart, he nodded with satisfaction, "But if you continue to keep the small money like the two copper plates in your eyes in the future, I will doubt that your future is still worth looking forward to." ”

Needless to say?

Wren thought angrily, "I've had no future since I followed you madman around!"

What are other people doing when they're twenty years old? Maybe there's a legitimate livelihood, maybe you're already married, or maybe it's a street gangster, or maybe it's a playboy who unties the underwear of a tavern hostess while saying a disgusting vow......

In short, either way, it's a hundred times better than following you to the end of the world, or even having to dig a grave!

"Alright, Wren, let's start collecting parts now."

No matter what he thought in his heart, Wren could only obey his father's orders in action, so he asked honestly: "Yes, father, what do you need?" ”

"Hmm, let me think about it...... In fact, only one arm and one leg need to be replaced, but the other two limbs also have different degrees of damage, so it is best to replace them together, after all, this is a special period, and we can no longer rashly cause murders or dig graves. ”

So Morris nodded: "That's it, all the limbs are taken off and taken away." ”

"But father, that's going to be heavy."

Wren hesitated and gave his own suggestion: "Since we can't use so much, why don't we put the rest here for the time being, and come back to pick it up when we need it?" ”

"Because that's too risky."

Morris said sternly: "So many people have already died at our hands, and then another demon hunter died, no matter how stupid the high-ranking people of the temple are, they should know what a powerful force they are facing, yes, they will definitely send more powerful clerics to come." In any case, even in the dark, even in this deserted cemetery is not safe, so it is good to be tired now, Wren, at least better than losing his life. ”

You say it very lightly, and you don't have to do all this work!

Wren looked down and rolled his eyes, but under the power of his powerful and crazy father, he couldn't and couldn't resist.

Wren pulled a shortsaw from his waist and began the final and most disgusting step of the operation, collecting parts.

Of course, the so-called 'collection of parts' is just Morris's term, which essentially means dismembering the body, sawing off the parts needed with a short saw, and then putting it in a bag and carrying it back. No matter how many times he did this kind of work, Wren would still have the urge to vomit.

"It's like going to the slaughterhouse to buy pork legs during the Chinese New Year in my last life, and those masters are like me now...... Damn, how could I have such a disgusting thought? Sure enough, even I'm starting to have some perverted tendencies! ”

Wren was disgusted by his thoughts, so he hurriedly put aside his distractions and quickly completed the 'parts collection'.

"It's good, the parts are very thick and strong, and after my modification, they will be a new boost for Frank."

Satisfied with his father, he toiled the large sack containing his limbs, and Wren wished he would carry it on his shoulders the next moment—of course this was impossible, his father's strength was limited to his mind, and the pampered days of the past made Maurice no more powerful than a fat woman.

"Let's go, let's go home."

With that, Morris led the way and left the cemetery.

Under the cover of night, the two returned to what he called 'home', a small dilapidated farm. Maurice rented it for a small sum of money as a temporary settlement, and of course he could have killed the farmer and then taken possession of it, but that would have been too risky, and after a few battles, he would now have to lie dormant.

Morris opened the farm's warehouse, then reached out and snapped his fingers, and a blue flame appeared above his index finger, illuminating the space within a few steps.

This hand looked a lot like magic, but Wren knew that it was just like it, and his proud father looked down on any mage who used magic or clergy who used holy energy, and he always said that it was just a hypocritical trick. If I had to say it, my father was more interested in chaos magic, but as a human, he really didn't have much opportunity to come into contact with the chaos power that was almost exclusive to demons.

Yes, the flame burning on Maurice's index finger was not the product of magic or divine energy, but the power of science. He can create a cold fire from a special powder that has been applied to his fingers beforehand, which is long-lasting but gentle, without worrying about burning the flesh like a real flame. And this is only one of Morris's many inventions.

As the two walked into the depths of the warehouse, a large shadow appeared in front of Wren's eyes, and in the faint blue light, the dark shadow took on its true form.

A deformed, bloodshot and flesh-riddled giant, who had stood at least twelve feet tall, sat silently on the ground. The giant's eyes were shining, but it was not the normal aura from life, but the cold light emitted by the energy-absorbing stone.

Yes, this is the alchemist Morris's proudest work: Frank, the flesh giant.

Wren knew early on that there were many ways to summon powerful battle partners in this world, but they all had their own shortcomings, and in the case of demons summoned by sorcerers, this otherworldly creature was not only physically strong, but also possessed many terrifying magic-like abilities, and a single demon powerful enough could easily slaughter an entire city.

But inversely proportional to the strength is the demon's meagre obedience, and the sorcerer must give a very logical order to do so, and if it is just a sentence of "kill them all" or "kill them all", then the cunning demon will not hesitate to destroy the creature who summoned him. In fact, even if you give a very clear command, such as "Go! Kill anyone but me! Even so, the demon's instinct to kill will often take over, and if you still feel that you can't get enough of it after dealing with other lives, then you have to take action against the summoner.

Other summons, such as various elemental creatures summoned by mages, zombies or ghosts sacrificed by the undead, and god clones of clergy, also have various shortcomings such as poor combat effectiveness or lack of durability.

But Frank the Flesh Giant is different, although it is made rather than summoned, but in terms of 'fighting for the master' alone, Frank is the perfect combat partner. It is strong enough, and after the flesh that originally belonged to a human being was transformed by his father with a special alchemy, it will become harder than steel, and a single punch can hammer the large bronze bell hanging on the castle tower, and almost no life can survive such an attack.

Generally speaking, 'huge' and 'flexible' are inversely proportional, and Frank, who his father used all his knowledge to create, not only has a strong body and great strength, but also has an unparalleled degree of flexibility. Wren had seen the big guy easily dodge the 'Spear of Tinos' fired by the witcher in a recent battle (if it was a normal spear throw or crossbow arrow, then you didn't even have to dodge).

In addition, because Frank's brain is just a decoration, and it has no soul as a collection of flesh and blood, it does not understand emotions such as fear, pain, pity, etc., and is absolutely loyal to its father, as long as it receives an order, even if the order is to let it burst its own eggs, it will not hesitate to carry it out (eggs are actually useless to Frank, Wren once pointed this out, but his father still left it, 'How to say that the appearance is also a man, I don't want its pants to be damaged in the middle of the battle and show its bare nakedness, which is undignified and will make our enemies laugh and lose their big teeth,' said my father).

Generally speaking, Frank is a perfect creature, it will not betray, it is strong enough, and it will not die, it will not die, after wrapping itself in a hat and a wide enough coat, it can even disguise itself as a particularly tall human (just need a lot of incense powder to cover up the smell of corpses), with eyes made of energy-absorbing stones, and there is no need to prepare a large amount of alchemy concoction to replenish energy later, except for the need for corpses as parts to replenish, it can be said that there are no shortcomings.

"Oh......"

Wren threw the sack he was carrying on his shoulder to the ground, looked at the monster in front of him, and let out a groan of discomfort.

Frank is a bit like the 'Frankenstein' in the movies he watched in his previous life, but it was only a science fiction movie, and the monsters in it were terrifying but still had a touch of humanity. As for the guy in front of him, except for the fact that he looks like a human and the raw material is human, there is nothing that can be related to people, it is more powerful, more terrifying, and more perverted than Frankenstein.

At the beginning of the manufacturing process, my father had put the manufacturing work on hold for a long time due to a lack of materials. There are a lot of materials needed, such as a large number of rare alchemy concoctions, but this kind of thing is nothing to Morris, who used to be the president of the Alchemy Society of the Eastern City-States, and the most difficult thing for him is the main material - human corpses.

At that time, Morris was still a good citizen living under the rule of the Empire and the Holy See, and it was impossible for him to kill people and obtain corpses, in which case the magistrates and guards could knock on his door at any time - of course, it was more likely that he would break in and arrest him without even knocking.

So on a stormy night half a year ago, Maurice said to Wren solemnly: "I have figured it out, son, since we are destined to go down this path, we must give up some moral things. You know, there are quite a few bodies in the city cemetery that have just been buried, and we're going to steal one tonight — yes, we should have done it a long time ago. ”

"But, father, stealing a corpse is not as great as murder, but it is still a grave crime, and what if we are discovered?"

"Oh no, I went to visit your mother's grave earlier this day, and left her two bottles of fine wine. Old Tom, the grave keeper, didn't care if it was a tribute to the dead, the old drunkard would have taken what he drank, and I had put a sleeping potion in it, and one sip would be enough for him to sleep until the morning after tomorrow. ”

"But my father...... Does it have to be a human corpse to make a flesh giant? I mean, there are a lot of animals, cats and dogs in the city, and of course we can buy tigers or lions if you need them, and as long as the price is right, the circuses will be willing to sell them. I think a tiger is good, think about it, a huge undead tiger, full of deterrence. ”

"First, the Flesh Giant is called the Flesh Giant because it was made by humans and not anything else, otherwise it would have been called a Flesh Giant. Second, the human form is the most suitable for combat, whether it is attacking or dodging. ”

"But my father ......"

"Alright, don't do it anymore."

Maurice resolutely interrupted his son's words: "That's it, it can't be delayed any longer, I must finish my work as soon as possible, and then use it to avenge Shana, avenge your mother." ”

Hearing this, Wren fell silent.

Even though he was unwilling, he couldn't say anything.

Shanna, my mother, I love you. Maybe not as crazy as my father's, but I still miss you so much.