Chapter 580: Chapter 580: Uproar (4)_1 Chapter 580: Chapter 580: Uproar (4)_1 One of the most naive ideas people have is refusing to admit their misfortune and always hoping bad things will turn into good.
This kind of thinking tendency can lead people to subconsciously distort the probability of success for certain events.
Unfortunately, the notion that ‘man can conquer nature’ is ultimately idealistic, comparing to slicing into a bomb while cutting fruit and insisting it’s just quenching–inevitably, it’s just self-deception.
“May I ask, Old Master Camus, what means do you plan to employ to suppress the Curse when the time comes?”
Having finished reflecting, Fu Qian looked at Camus with a sincere face and inquired.
“How naive must you be to think I would answer your question?”
The decay of Camus’s body was still ongoing, and it was evident that it was progressing much faster than Fu Qian’s.
But he seemed not to care, dragging his deformed body forward as he spoke.
“Of course, it doesn’t really matter if I answer you because it’s not a method simple-minded people like you could use.”
It was clear that this man, racing against time to provoke Fu Qian, constantly reminded him that his consciousness was being influenced.
“I see, so it’s not a universal solution but one that relies on your own abilities, correct?”
Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully, seemingly not much affected.
“Very good, but unfortunately, there’s no reward for you!”
The sound of Camus’s laughter, however, was directedly ringing in Fu Qian’s mind.
Because his physical body had already completely turned into a pile of rotten flesh on the ground, incapable of speech anymore.
Meanwhile, a translucent spectre that perfectly resembled his original form had approached Fu Qian and was raising its right hand toward him.
However, just as the spectre’s fingertip touched Fu Qian’s chest, Camus suddenly froze, sensing that something was amiss.
Sharp spines had grown out of the other’s chest, piercing through the clothing and confronting the touch.
After all, he was a demigod; how could the Curse spread so rapidly?
As this shocked thought just emerged, an even more horrifying scene appeared in Camus’s field of vision.
The young demigod’s body in front of him seemed to lose its skeleton in an instant, folding over at the waist like paper.
At the same time, layers of dense flesh wriggling and tearing on his back rapidly expanded outward.
An extreme sense of danger came over him, but before Camus could react, the bent body had already formed the upper and lower jaws of a massive mouth.
The next moment, the giant mouth snapped shut, swallowing Camus’s translucent spectre whole.
“Judging by appearances is wrong.”
After swallowing Camus, the figure rapidly shrank until it assumed the appearance of a real mouth.
At the same time, the flesh that had grown from the back also rapidly elongated, and a new head and limbs extended outwards, quickly returning to Fu Qian’s form.
The next moment, he hummed and spoke to the remains of Camus on the ground.
“Although it seems physical, in reality, I’m also a man who uses cognition as power and fights with his brain.”
“And the highest realm of wisdom is something those with poor tastes like you will never understand.”
During this speech, Fu Qian snapped his fingers.
Camus’s devoured spectre had already dissipated in unwillingness, marking the end of his brief 175-year life.
At the same time, Fu Qian found something new within his consciousness.
…
So this is what I should do?
Fu Qian looked down at himself.
The next moment, his newly reconstructed body slowly became ethereal.
This was the ability that Camus had just displayed, which he now possessed because of “Insight.”
It was a quite special sensation, not simply discarding the flesh, but embracing it in another form.
As the ethereal form spread throughout his body, the ring and equipment that Fu Qian had just stuffed into his flesh were also accommodated in the same manner.
The only pity was that clothes, being ordinary items, not only got torn during the transformation but now were completely unable to withstand the change and utterly disintegrated.
Fu Qian was now in a state of complete nudity.
Moreover, as the transformation was completed, the high-level Curse entwined around him nearly came to an abrupt halt.
Although it wasn’t completely eradicated, its spread had undoubtedly slowed down significantly.
It seems this was the method that Old Master Camus had planned to use.
Indeed, not bad, now it’s my method.
In fact, in the situation just now, the old master clearly made a mistake of optimistic adventurism, choosing to believe that the Godblood Curse combined with his own abilities would leave him powerless to resist.
But as an armed-to-the-teeth Demigod, even cursed, there were still too many ways to deal with the old man.
In fact, if not for the intention to observe more, the man wouldn’t have had the chance to cast the Curse in the first place.
And following Old Master Camus’s explanation, Fu Qian quickly decided to use Insight to solve the problem.
The final gain was quite substantial, confirming two abilities at present.
One was the current embodiment as a spirit, and another–Fu Qian lifted his head to glance at the reveling crowd.
Without a doubt, by this time, they had all gone mad, this side having made such a commotion just now, and yet not one person even glanced this way.
The next moment, Fu Qian moved through the crowd, the spirit body overlapping with a young man who had just jumped onto a table in a particularly discreet manner, concealing the last trace.
This was the second ability he had gained, to parasitize inside a target in an extremely covert manner with some particular technique.
Not long after he had done all this, a pitch-black curtain enveloped the coffee shop, seemingly separating it from the real world.
Time appeared to stop flowing, and all frenzy was quelled, with the crowd almost instantly collapsing to the ground.
The next moment, the door that Camus had never touched slowly opened, and two figures walked in one after the other.
And the first thing they focused on was the strange flesh on the ground.
The body that Camus had abandoned was now completely unrecognizable under the ravage of the Godblood Curse, filled with a chaotic and depraved aura.
“What happened here?”
One of the men, with a face full of thick beard, immediately frowned and said to his companion,
“Seems like a Curse, be careful not to touch it lightly.”
His companion, an old lady shrouded in a heavy black cloak, spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Does it mean that a conflict took place here? But we haven’t arrived yet?”
The bearded man seemed quite surprised as he looked around.
“Their frenzied actions just now do look like Camus’s doing, but it seems we are still one step behind.”
“Camus is quite a cunning fellow, we can’t be too assuming,”
continued the old lady in her raspy voice.
“Take everything back, including these people.”
“Whether the one who was here before was the real Camus or not, it’s clear the intelligence was correct, Dunis is in danger of brewing.”