Probably about the same as a First Rank Life.
However, the opponent’s Life Magnetism was quite peculiar, making Brian vaguely feel a hint of threat.
The most captivating was the wound on Old White’s chest.
There was a depressed fist mark branded into Old White’s chest, his entire skin showing burn scars, and Brian could clearly smell the aroma of roasted pig liver.
"This wound... why does it look so much like Dean’s handiwork?"
Brian muttered to himself.
Seeing him lost in thought,
Old White, locked up, turned his Blood Eyes and said with a villainous effect in his voice, "Do you want to save that cowardly me?"
Hearing this, Brian snapped back to reality and nodded, "Yes, you are very ill, severely ill. Although I am an Autopsy Officer and not adept at treating illnesses, I know a bit about fist fighting and chemistry..."
As he spoke, he pulled a blood-stained box from under the dissection table.
Upon opening the box, various strange and bizarre knives were revealed.
"Do you know what pain is?
Humans have classified pain into many levels.
But they are too superficial.
Real pain can shatter a person’s consciousness, making him instinctively escape reality.
I’m not very good at treating illnesses, but I am quite proficient in this area of research and can easily create pain that humans cannot bear.
Of course, pain is both a physical sensation and an assault on the consciousness.
Don’t worry; we have comprehensive medical equipment here. Even if I dismember you, I can ensure that this body will not die.
Brian smiled, put on a butcher’s apron around his chest, then took out a small knife and a hammer from the box, and thoughtfully placed a light mirror on the dissection table in front of Old White, allowing him to clearly watch his body slowly shatter.
Watching Brian’s blade make a ’Y’ incision on his own chest, Old White’s evil personality fell silent.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva:
I am just one of Old White’s evil personalities.
He has many evil personalities.
You’ll never know how many personalities he truly has.
Destroying one of me will simply result in thousands and thousands more of me.
This is futile work!"
Brian shrugged, "Doesn’t matter. I am only in my twenties this year, and being a Third Rank Life myself, living for at least two hundred years should be no problem. Dissecting you four or five times a day, over such a long time, I don’t believe I can’t deal with you all, just for entertainment."
He glared hatefully at Brian:" You’re crazier than I am!"
After saying that, Old White closed his eyes, and simultaneously, his brainwaves began to shift.
He prepared to flee, letting the next lucky one face this psychotic madman!
Brian felt the fluctuations transmitted from the Heart Domain, and with an evil smile, "You finally fell for it!"
Old White, intending to flee, only felt his consciousness spin like the stars.
By the time he calmed his thoughts again, he had arrived at a bizarre place.
Just as he was puzzled,
two rays of light appeared before this ’Old White.’
One was indeed the madman who was about to dissect him.
The other, surprisingly, was himself.
The only difference was that the self standing before the madman looked about like a normal person, lacking his own evil persona’s Blood Moon Radiation Eyes.
Brian looked at the blood-eyed Old White in front of him and grinned.
With a wave of his hand, Blood Eyes Old White found himself uncontrollably appearing in front of Brian.
Brian patted his shoulder, "Thanks, without you leading the way, I really wouldn’t have been able to pull so many Old White personalities into my Blissful Heart Domain all at once."
Blood Eyes Old White sensed something ominous.
He said anxiously, "What do you mean?"
Didn’t you say I’d never know how many personalities Old White has?
Look up at the firmament!"
Blood Eyes Old White instinctively looked up, then was astounded.
He saw above him, in countless floating bubbles, each imprisoning a Blood Eyes Old White.
They were all glaring fiercely at him.
"108,768 negative personalities, geez, outrageous..."
Brian remarked, suddenly kicking Blood Eyes Old White in the butt.
he shot up like a meteor into the firmament, becoming one of the densely-packed personality bubbles.
After doing all this,
Brian curiously looked at the normal Old White staring blankly above, "How do you feel now?"
The normal Old White came to his senses and chuckled lightly, "Very relieved, never felt so relieved before, it’s miraculous, you actually managed to manifest all my negative personalities and separate them from me..."
"These so-called negative personalities are just a segment of your brainwaves.
As the saying goes, each thought creates a world.
In fact, every moment of you can form a new personality.
Also, this matter isn’t so easily resolved.
These negative personalities are still essentially a part of your soul, killing them means you might leave here but will suffer from too much fragmentation of your consciousness, rendering you unable to control your body, turning into a sentient vegetable.
Finally, I haven’t fundamentally solved your issue of birthing negative personalities.
These negative personalities are your inner demons.
You habitually escape reality, afraid to confront those bloody truths.
You have transferred everything to your other personalities.