"This chilly touch...!"
Sigmund, or rather, Lin Jun who was temporarily controlling this body, pressed his entire body tightly against the cold, rough stone wall, his cheek even slightly deforming from the excessive force.
His face overflowed with an expression of happiness so intense he was nearly crying, as if hugging a long-lost treasure.
Then he stuck out that crimson vampire tongue, with a curious and obsessed look, carefully licking the back of his own hand.
"Taste! Hahahaha!" He burst into uncontrollable wild laughter that echoed in the empty hall, sounding particularly eerie.
Really can't blame Lin Jun for losing it like this.
Over three whole years!
For over three years, he'd had no sense of taste, no sense of smell, and even his sense of touch was limited to the bare minimum of perception!
It was practically an inhuman existence!
And now, he could once again truly feel the icy wall, taste flavor!
He licked a couple more times.
Margas trembled as he curled himself up in the hall's darkest corner, not even daring to breathe loudly.
He'd roughly pieced together what state the lord duke was in now—the other side was probably a genuine lunatic!
A body is like the soul's "anchor" and "license" to exist in this world.
Losing your own body means the soul will continuously be absorbed by the world.
Actively abandoning your own body to forcibly hijack someone else's—this was practically no different from seeking your own death!
What made Margas's heart jump even more was the extremely abnormal mental state displayed by the other party.
This made him wonder what exactly that "Strange Dream" had connected to.
His current condition was at rock bottom. He could only desperately suppress his presence, curling himself into a ball, humbly praying that lunatic would completely overlook his existence...
In fact, he temporarily succeeded.
"Sigmund's" body didn't have Lin Jun's usual detection skills loaded. Lin Jun, completely immersed in the extreme excitement of regaining a flesh-and-blood body, truly hadn't noticed the half-dead evil mage cowering in the corner.
Lin Jun's mind had only one thought right now—completely claim this body!
...
Inside the will-space.
Part of Lin Jun's soul was stuck here. Though the escape route was cut off, Lin Jun didn't feel the pain of his soul being split and torn—he just couldn't transmit more soul power through.
Based purely on feeling, it was somewhat similar to an extremely long-distance [Minion Control].
For the vampire who refused to cooperate with Lin Jun confiscating this body, Lin Jun beat him while kindly advising: "Stop resisting! Move on in peace! I'll inherit your identity and legacy, live well in your place!"
"Oh right, do you have a wife and kids? I'll help you look after them!"
"Die! Die! Die! Die!"
The giant cyan Puffshroom used "Relentless Beatdown" on the blood clan duke who had nothing but stubbornness and no ability to resist!
Looking at that vampire phantom that had no way to speak normally yet kept reforming through sheer willpower again and again, Lin Jun found him more and more of an eyesore.
More annoying than when someone kept poking his pinky finger!
"I'm trying so hard, why won't you just die?!"
Fortunately, hard work pays off.
Having just been severely wounded by the abyss, then experiencing the excruciating pain of soul-tearing, and now being repeatedly pummeled by Puffshroom in the will-space—even though Sigmund had iron-like tenacious spirit, he was finally about to give in.
Lin Jun's sweat and effort seemed to finally be getting their reward!
However, this reward wasn't what he wanted.
As Sigmund's mental state neared collapse, the entire consciousness space also began violently shaking, countless cracks appearing.
And Lin Jun discovered in horror that he suddenly couldn't control the vampire's body as easily as before?!
That connection became extremely unstable, cutting in and out.
"Why?! Once I kill him, shouldn't the body naturally become mine?" Lin Jun was stunned, even feeling a wave of panic.
Losing this portion of soul was no big deal—a few days of rest would recover it. But if this dream body was lost, where would he find a second one?!
The cyan Puffshroom who'd just been beating up the vampire turned and dropped to its knees with a thud beside Sigmund's soul form that was struggling to reform yet becoming increasingly transparent.
"Hang on, buddy! You held out for so long before, getting lightly punched by me a few times—don't die like this!"
"Think of your kids! Think of your wife! What'll they do if you die?!"
"Friend... bro! I'll call you bro! Don't die, I'm begging you!"
However, Lin Jun's earlier efforts and sweat wouldn't lie—Sigmund had truly been tormented to his dying moments.
Mental power continuously leaked from the torn soul wounds, and his entire projection in the will-space became more and more transparent.
Sigmund looked at the giant Puffshroom occupying his entire field of vision. He didn't understand why someone with such lacking soul knowledge would have such powerful mental strength.
But it didn't matter anymore. He was about to die.
Just a pity...
"Dying like this... is really... too stupid..."
"Die? I won't let you die!" If Lin Jun had eyes, they'd definitely be red with anxiety by now.
Tendrils plugged Sigmund's wounds!
Lin Jun didn't know if it would work. He just operated on instinct and experience in reverse.
Actively giving up control of that portion of soul that made contact, fitting it over to let the other party take it to fill the gaps.
"Live! You will definitely live!"
...
Margas struggled to prop himself against the wall, crawling out from the dark corner.
Just moments ago, the lord duke had suddenly burst out with an angry roar of "I won't let you die!" then collapsed straight onto the ground, motionless for quite a while now.
His heart struggled violently—should he take this opportunity to immediately call guards over, or risk personally restraining the duke's body that seemed to be occupied by something foreign first?
Bottom line, his condition was just too terrible right now—completely drained, barely able to protect himself.
Just as he hesitated indecisively, Sigmund lying on the ground suddenly snapped his eyes open! Those blood-red pupils happened to stare straight at Margas.
Margas's heart clenched violently. He could only steel himself and probe with a dry, hoarse voice: "Lord Duke?"
"It's me." That familiar tone devoid of any emotion rang out, actually making Margas feel relieved enough to nearly collapse.
He hurriedly stepped forward, carefully helping Sigmund stand up, cautiously asking: "Lord Duke, you... your condition just now..."
But Sigmund suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed the evil mage's withered arm, looked directly at him and said: "Margas, many unexpected situations occurred. But I know those weren't entirely your fault. You... truly did your best."
"Lord Duke?!" Margas was a bit confused.
"But... I'm sorry."
Before the words finished, Sigmund's arm like the sharpest blade suddenly pierced through Margas's chest, destroying his heart!
(End of Chapter)
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