I could hear the heart sounds of the creatures around me, perceiving their true thoughts.
It was a painful ability.
You would discover how false this world is.
You could see the ugliness of humanity that you didn’t want to see...
This situation exacerbated my mental split.
In fight after fight, my ability underwent three transformations.
With each victory in these struggles, my ability would evolve into something new.
"Now my Blood Moon Gift Ability is Insight.
I’ve retained the powerful Spiritual Perception Ability and gained some new abilities as well.
I can see the essence of certain things.
This includes both the spirit and the body.
Take grizzled old men for example.
In my eyes, their image is that of a sneaky little mouse, looking around, with oversized ears, legs longer than the body, sporting a silly tuft of hair moving on the head, sensing the wind, always ready to bolt...
That tuft of hair is actually the old man’s ability, and his pollution.
All it takes is help with pulling it out.
Within a certain period, offspring born to the old man would be normal humans.
But this would also disable the old man’s ability for a while.
It’s an ability that people tend to dread.
So I tell others my ability is purification, that I can help purify the redundant elements for a while, allowing them a chance to breed normal offspring."
Upon hearing this, Brian struggled for the last time, "So your alternate personalities were created because you can sense what’s in people’s hearts?"
Old Bai nodded. "Gazing into the Abyss and being gazed upon by the Abyss, I’ve always been running away from my early experiences due to this, and instinctively created alternate personalities to bear it all..."
Brian was thoroughly in despair.
He had guessed his own situation.
No wonder his Blood Moon Radiation Energy was almost black!
No wonder his Blood Moon Gift Ability was so twisted!
No wonder the degree of his pollution was ridiculously high; he could even swallow the high pollution from the Ashen Plate without the slightest discomfort!
No wonder Saint merely glanced at his consciousness and mutated out of control, playing what’s known as All Living Beings!
No wonder he could easily infect and pollute the breath of higher-tier creatures, aka Meme Pollution, and even cross-contaminate with that pollution, forming his unique Meme Pollution!
No wonder... the Deep Sea Giant Octopus Blu claimed he was an Evil God, a Favored of the Blood Moon.
Because it might be true.
Others were just polluted.
He might have been directly noticed by the entity of the Blood Moon.
Deep Sea Base, those so-called Meme Weapons they held, they were actually just breath pollution.
Once life reached a certain threshold, breath could mutate and affect lower-tier creatures.
Brian guessed this was the case with the Blood Moon pollution.
He might not have merely been polluted by the Blood Moon’s breath but directly branded by the Blood Moon.
Or perhaps it wasn’t a brand but a mark...
This is why, as Old Bai’s body collapsed, he instinctively passed on the final message to himself: I saw the Blood Moon...
If Brian’s guess was true.
Then calling him the Blood Moon was no problem.
Why was he so special?
Couldn’t be because the Blood Moon found his Exotic Realm Soul energy peculiar and intended to strengthen him, then use him as a beacon, a noble man to act as a guide, could it?
At the thought of this possibility, Brian couldn’t help but laugh.
If it really was like that.
Blood Moon, you’ve got the wrong guy!
I, Brian, am not that kind of person!