He shifted his consciousness again and slowly opened his eyes.
Brian twisted his neck a couple of times, "I’m still more comfortable with this familiar perspective, it’s just..."
He was surprised to find that he could switch consciousness freely among three brains.
Brian glanced at his left hand, which had not yet recovered, then at the glass vessel in his hand, scratching his head, "So that ’Talent’ of the Second Brain doesn’t mean you can only have two brains, but that Vasily’s Ghoul can only grow two..."
He was still limited by previous thinking.
He thought of it and acted.
His right hand also transformed into a similar form to his left hand.
Among the several brains, consciousness could still be switched freely.
This made things much more convenient.
Previously, while in Dark Sect’s territory, Brian had experimented and his Second Brain’s consciousness and body could link to a distance of about a kilometer at most.
This was actually not safe.
But now it was different.
Like in dangerous situations,
Brian could just throw away his hand at will, then grow a new one, and discard it again to ensure sufficient distance between them, then in a life-threatening crisis, keep transferring his consciousness, similar to the Cultivation World’s Instant Teleportation, and escape tens of kilometers away directly.
"As long as I’m prepared ahead of time, I’ll even be fearless against nuclear bombs.
However, to regrow my current body from a palm, the amount of Gift Energy needed would probably be in the thousands.
Before I have enough stock, I can’t afford to be wasteful."
However, Brian couldn’t help grinning uncontrollably.
He himself didn’t want to confront an enemy like himself.
After a moment of secret pleasure.
Brian shook the small brain specimen in the glass vessel and aimed it at a mouse in a cage, his mind moved.
The lively mouse stiffened and lay completely still.
Then the changes like dissolving flesh followed.
In about only ten seconds, there was nothing left in the cage except for slight traces of corrosion.
This time Brian saw clearly.
He initially thought his Meme Pollution carried his ability which caused polluted victims to die in such a way, but now he understood that was not the case.
The reason the creatures polluted by him died so strangely.
It was all due to genetic collapse!
His genetic genes, carried by the Meme Pollution, transferred to the mouse, attempted to transform it, but the mouse simply couldn’t bear Brian’s genes, ultimately being overwhelmed by his genetic genes, leading to energy leakage...
Meme Pollution, called genetic radiation, genetic pollution was actually more appropriate.
Understanding this principle,
Brian couldn’t help having new ideas.
If that was the case,
Could he control his genetic material to mass-produce enhanced ’Favored’?
Sadly, ultimately Brian found this idea utterly impractical.
Because his Meme Pollution was acquired after the infection, not inherently possessed.
The pollution above was like a solidified state.
If he really did that, probably many people would have to die to get Favored similar to the previous Scale Armor Favored, and most of those Favored basically would be of low intelligence, useless in the technological era.
But there were also unexpected surprises.
Brian’s small brain specimen, originally highly active, coupled with the loss of conscious infusion, automatically entered a lower consumption frequency.
One canister of Nutrient Liquid, without using that kind of Meme Pollution ability, could basically sustain the small brain’s nutritional needs for about a month.
"From now on, you’ll be called Curse Brain."
Brian watched the faintly pulsing small brain in the glass vessel and gave it a fitting name.
After destroying all traces.
Brian fiddled with the Curse Brain in his hands, rejected the transportation offer from his subordinates, and jogged back to his apartment.
For a long period coming, Brian was prepared to peacefully develop.
He planned to solidly build up his own forces while focusing his energy on collecting obsessions.