Billy had never imagined that the Kamor family could give rise to a chosen one like Brian.
For him, who regarded the family as an obsession, this was probably the best news in the world.
Billy felt he could die without any regrets.
Brian interrupted Billy’s self-indulgence, "Sorry, the task of revitalizing the Kamor family is Fooly’s, I have my own surname, my full name is Brian Lee. I will have my own family, my own descendants."
He didn’t really have to say this, but seeing Billy so excited, he was somewhat annoyed.
Billy had his obsession.
But when the other party imposed his obsession on Brian, trying to control his life, it became difficult for them to continue to be close like normal relatives.
Billy didn’t care at all about what Brian said.
With a body as large as a wild bear’s, he leaned comfortably against the chair behind him, squinting his eyes, enjoying the genuine intoxicating sensation of the cigar in his mouth, and remarked rather sentimentally, "What does it matter? Whether you recognize it or not, half of your blood is from the Kamor family. Your glory is the glory of the Kamor family."
Brian, frowning, asked, "So what’s your choice?"
Billy let out a smoke ring, his tone cheerful, "Although it’s a shame I can’t witness the birth of the next generation, I guess Fooly and Maria wouldn’t want to see me again, always burdened by the obsession of the previous generation. I’m tired, Brian. Help me choose the second option. I’d like to truly live for myself this time, but please make sure I continue to be a male. I can’t accept being poked."
He was quite curious about how Brian was going to help him be reborn.
With the snap of a finger,
The tables and feasts before him transformed into an operating table.
Billy’s body uncontrollably laid upon it.
Brian, meanwhile, had donned surgical garb.
Looking at the scalpel in Brian’s hand, Billy felt uneasy, "Brian, what are you doing?"
Brian grinned, "The kind without anesthesia."
I’ll chop your kidneys!
Of course, everything before his eyes was an illusion.
In reality, it was Brian’s tentacle, transformed into a soul scalpel, performing the spiritual separation on Billy.
He ultimately didn’t want Billy to see his true ideology.
Even though Billy was about to lose his original memories.
Watching a somewhat speechless Billy, Brian smiled, "Don’t be afraid, I’m quick."
Countless afterimages appeared in Billy’s vision.
Before he felt anything, he found his consciousness beginning to blur, and only his body felt lighter and lighter, as if breaking free from some kind of shackles...
Along with those shackles, Billy’s memories vanished.
His eyes, which once harbored brutality, gradually cleared...
A pockmarked Billy reappeared before Brian’s eyes.
His gaze was pure, much like an infant yet untainted by this world.
Brian patted Billy’s head, "The surgery was very successful, now, you can truly be yourself."
He had finally completely let go of certain things.
The reborn Billy’s consciousness reformed into a tiny bubble and merged into Brian’s consciousness.
It became part of the numerous black shackles within Brian’s consciousness.
These shackles represented the Blood Moon Energy, manifesting within Brian’s ideology.
Billy’s stripped memories transformed into white mist and merged with the surrounding Spiritual Energy.
The Blood Moon Energy, however, was automatically absorbed by Brian, becoming part of him.
As his strength grew stronger,
Brian’s Blood Moon Gift Ability also gradually lost its mystery and directly appeared before his eyes.
But there’s a choice.
Brian would have preferred never to know the essence of his talent.
Absorption, contamination, harboring consciousness...
He was becoming more and more like a nascent Blood Moon...
Brian, embracing the tired and sleeping Susan, couldn’t help but kiss her forehead.
Susan, as if sensing something, propped her leg up, wrapping around him like an octopus, full of dependence.
Stroking Susan’s hair, Brian’s eyes flashed with a hint of brutality.
No one can disrupt his now peaceful and beautiful life!
Not even the Blood Moon Relics!