Chapter 81: Chapter 72: The Possibility of Snailman Avatars
Now upon just arriving in this world, I was used as experimental material by this low-ranking Wizard who merely just crossed the threshold.
After being enraged for a while, Yudula decided to endure humiliation and bear the burden,
"After all, in every life, it starts anew, with an unpredictable destiny, it is an opportunity to temper the mind and acquire knowledge."
"This world clearly also has Wizards! But perhaps they have already declined, considering the clues, the era is continually deteriorating..."
"I must first study the structure of this world!"
"It seems we are indeed at the bottom level, with such giant forms, even at the same realm, we are no match!"
Soon, at a visible speed, the entire snail species began to reproduce frantically.
The speed was extremely fast.
"Oh?"
Even Fu Qingjun was somewhat astonished.
Aliens?
After all, the aliens in the movies mature extremely fast in their juvenile growth stage, maturing at visible speed, making them a terrifying natural disaster.
These ants are no longer the ants of Earth.
However, their maturity is fast, and their death is fast too... unlike the true aliens, the horror of which is unrivaled, of course, cultivating Martial Dao can extend life spans by several times.
Unfortunately, they are just too small in size.
"However, being not small in size doesn’t quite work either."
Fu Qingjun shook his head, "Now, I don’t need to recharge as much, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need to recharge at all!"
"The descendants of the familiars, as they continue to breed, their souls gradually degenerate, needing to recharge after several generations to maintain concentration, restoring to the level of the original familiars."
Fu Qingjun felt quite exhausted.
Although now, recharging doesn’t require directly plugging in hair anymore, just being close is enough, covering an entire living room at once, he still has to periodically wander across the earth, replenishing those witches’ brains.
Fortunately, it has the pyramid’s hierarchical system, with witches responsible for breeding, the purity directly affecting the descendants, so maintaining the witches’ brain purity is enough, otherwise, the billions in number would have already exhausted him!
Even so, there are thousands of witches, draining his brain dry every day.
If the body were enlarged, wouldn’t the demand be depleted?
"I eat so much every day, but my body still can’t handle it."
"If the size were expanded, the quantity would have to be reduced, as there’s only so much brain volume available."
"Perhaps I can supply a few thousand normal humans, but to form a civilization? At most, it would be just a tribe, not what I want."
Fu Qingjun shifted his thoughts, "However, parasitic beasts should be able to effectively dispose of corpses... indeed it succeeded, my plan was not wrong."
When he saw the parasitic beasts, he had a bold idea.
Since the self in this world has already become a mummified corpse, why not refine it into an external avatar?
This is not the thought of a normal person.
"I always feel like a Demon Cultivator," Fu Qingjun sighed, "still led astray by the Third Master."
Attaching a layer of muscle to the skeleton, hundreds or thousands of "snail people" muscle tissues covered it, turning it back into a bloody and fleshy "snail person."
This is a crazy idea!
But this idea had already been fulfilled by Yudula.
Her new parasitic beast was different from the original species.
The original parasitic beast still stuck to a layer of snail shell and couldn’t detach, but now the second-generation parasitic beast can detach from its snail shell and attach to a layer of bone on the creature.
What’s this like?
It’s like a sticker toy, tearing off the backing sticker, you can paste it anywhere.
Tear off the packaging at the back to use, incredibly practical and portable.
"This is simply unimaginable biotechnology!" Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "It’s nearing the scenes of myths, yet it’s happening in reality."
At this rate of development, it might actually be possible to create a superhuman system world?
No longer a fantasy?
Can I alone create a superhuman mythical civilization?
In fact, the extraordinary civilization of hundred million life catastrophes is great for everything, except it’s too brain-intensive.
Fu Qingjun continued to daydream, spending a few hours letting Yudula, this snail person, eat and drink to his fill, and then breed offspring frantically, sticking them on the mummified corpse.
The blood and flesh on the mummified corpse were quickly corroded and devoured, attaching to the bones.
"Offended."
Fu Qingjun thought to himself.
Soon, snails began attaching to the skeleton, starting to fill with flesh.
Quickly, a translucent milky white, tender, and smooth flesh covered the first perfect thigh.
"At this speed, it should be formed by night, a muscle rubber man," Fu Qingjun was shocked.
No vital points, entire body tendons, and every piece of skin, in fact, has countless sticky, supersonic blade-like wriggling tentacles.
When the whole person is wrapped in flesh, it looks like a normal sturdy, snow-white muscle human body shape, but revealing its true form, each piece of skin grows densely packed comb teeth of snail heads, blooming like a giant human-shaped chrysanthemum, immensely eerie.
"Human-shaped weapon."
At this moment, Fu Qingjun felt that he finally had the power to protect himself.
He had been in this world for nearly half a month, and he finally felt at ease.
Time quickly turned to evening.
Fu Qingjun looked at the thin, delicate-skinned, and weak man in front of him, who had become as thin as a layer of skin, very satisfied, "An afternoon, only a bit over a thousand snails bred, barely attaching skin over bones, but the ribcage and inside the head were hollow, given the lack of time."
Touching his arm, it still felt quite meaty, that kind of very elastic tender skin, not the sort of miraculous touch humans could achieve.
"Can perfectly control," Fu Qingjun thought to himself.
After all, he had secretly learned the Wizard marks developed by those witches.
Although still a bit below their standards, these unconscious beasts were easy to brand one by one for control.
Moreover, he had a second insurance, the ahoge.
....
In the evening, after eating, Fu Qingjun went downstairs.
At the same time controlling this snail thin human, wearing heavy clothing to cover the face, he took it to the back kitchen, introducing it to everyone as the hired head chef.
"Hello, brother?" a small trumpet asked.
The other person didn’t speak.
"He’s mute," Fu Qingjun smiled as he brought him into the kitchen.
Baiyu and the small trumpet exchanged a glance, revealing a hint of horror.
"The other person doesn’t seem like a Martial Artist, nor like a Grandmaster, yet possesses an unimaginably terrifying spiritual aura, as if thousands of wronged souls are wailing on his body, extremely eerie."
"Is this what the Wizard from Miaodi is like?" the small trumpet was also incredibly surprised.
Fu Qingjun and the muscle man entered the kitchen, attempting to control him in cooking snail noodles for the first time.
Cooking this snail person for consumption.
If successful, perhaps humans eating it could, even before cultivation, reach the threshold of the third realm in Spiritual Power, forcibly cultivating as a witch?