Chapter 739: Chapter 363: Negotiation, Fifth Rank, God of Mankind! (Make-up Chapter, 7000 Words, Combined) _2
Such a thing, definitely couldn’t be discussed.
Once mentioned, it would all be over.
Therefore, to explain his own anomaly, Brian claimed that his rapid progress was because he had inadvertently devoured a fragment of the “Afterglow Plate,” granting him some peculiar abilities.
Ultimately, the reason didn’t matter.
People would believe what they wanted.
Listening to Brian’s story, Susan’s expression throughout was that of awe.
Her eyes widened, and after Brian finished speaking, she stuttered, “So, the creature that attacked the NW headquarters was you?”
Brian nodded, “Well, I wouldn’t say creature, actually. I think that form looks pretty cool.”
Susan fell silent for a moment, then nodded, “So, your earlier attack on the NW headquarters was to find the killer of my father, and unexpectedly, that action disturbed the other Afterglow Plates lurking within the various organizational powers. Brian, did you save the world?”
Susan jumped up in delight, “Oh my God, ever since I was little, watching those sci-fi movies with the male leads saving the world, I dreamed of marrying that kind of man when I grew up. I never thought you would be so outstanding, Brian, fulfilling even that for me. You’re amazing!”
She pounced on Brian, hugging and nibbling him excitedly, biting down hard in her fervor.
It’s just that her strength was too weak.
Apart from leaving Brian’s face covered in saliva, she didn’t even leave a mark.
Brian also breathed a sigh of relief.
He was still somewhat worried that Susan would mind him concealing his strength.
Luckily, Susan was a bit of a simpleton, not so sensitive and brooding, never fussing over that sort of thing.
After fooling around for a bit.
Susan wrapped her arms around Brian’s neck, a serious look on her face, “Next time you transform, lie down! Into that Demon Lord form, I have a pair of horns in my collection, the ones left behind after killing a mutated goat. You can wear them then…”
It seemed that his previously perfunctory explanation had been somewhat superfluous.
After agreeing to some of Susan’s bizarre requests.
The two waited together for Dean’s awakening.
Dean had slept for so long because his consciousness, intrinsically nurtured by his previous body, had reached the level of Third Rank Life, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to form a Life Magnetism.
Now his heart was gone.
And his Life Magnetism had been plundered.
In the realm of Cultivation Fantasy, this condition was called a damaged Primordial Spirit.
Plus, without the nurturing of Life Magnetism, the reintegration of his weakened consciousness and body took extra time.
Brian’s blood was like a miracle elixir.
With the replenishment of his blood, this integration process would be greatly accelerated.
Brian didn’t eject any more blood because he sensed Dean’s old energy field re-coalescing, showing fluctuations, soon ready to wake.
Shi San and Meatball were looking dejectedly at the lovey-dovey couple.
Brian opening his Heart Domain and whispering secrets in front of them had hurt their feelings a bit.
Sensing the two little creatures’ emotions behind him,
Brian flicked his finger and shot out two blood beads shimmering like red crystals, “Eat up and get lost, stand guard outside.”
“Brian, you’re so kind…”
A dog and a crow gulped down the Blood Pearls, all grievances forgotten, and excitedly stood guard outside, showing a bit of Brian’s brazen demeanor.
Inside the house, the two waited for over ten minutes.
Dean finally slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was still hazy, like that of a patient coming out of a vegetative state, spacing out for over a minute before moving his eyes and abruptly springing up from the bed with a roar, throwing a punch as his first action, “Die, you bastard!”
Without Life Magnetism, his body’s foundation, nurtured for years, was infinitely close to the level of Third Rank Life.
he had the force of nearly ten thousand pounds.
Dean’s shirt burst open, revealing an upper body sculpted like it was chiseled from stone.
Brian realized, “Dean, before you were killed by the T-Rex, your greatest obsession wasn’t to kill it with one punch, was it?”
Dean didn’t respond, instead retracting his punch and closing his eyes.
After a long moment, he opened his eyes again with a hint of disappointment, “So it wasn’t an illusion, I really was killed.”
He could no longer feel the Life Magnetism of his heart.
But the new heart beating strongly inside him wasn’t much weaker than his previous one.
Dean had a hunch that he only needed an opportunity to step back into Third Rank Life.
Perhaps he’d even be stronger than before.
Thinking this, Dean finally showed a smile, looking at his daughter and Brian, and answered Brian’s question, “I was so frustrated at the time, that damn thing used some trick to freeze the space around me, leaving me statue-like, which is even more unbearable than suddenly having to stop peeing. All I could think of was, given the chance, I’d punch its head into pieces!”
Alright, not much sentimental crap, as expected of Dean the Tyrannosaurus.
There’s no such thing as the wrong nickname, only the wrong name given.
Susan, who had learned the whole story from Brian, said leisurely, “Oh, I see. Father, I will certainly tell Mother when I get back that the last thing you thought about wasn’t her, nor your beloved daughter, but a man.”
As a doting father, he didn’t dare to lash out at Susan, only giving Brian a glare, You’ve taught my good daughter well!
Brian just shrugged, “Dean, you’ve been asleep for several days; a lot has happened in the meantime. Let’s go, we need to discuss our next moves.”