Chapter 710 - 636: Metamorphosis Upgrade_2

"Cloth Doll" looked at the final extinguished light in Feng Ju’s eyes, her voice choked but with utmost sincerity pledged:

"Thank you, but you don’t need to be afraid. Perishing is not the end of everything. From now on, you will always be with me.

No matter where I go, I’ll carry you with me. As long as I exist, you will exist in another form..."

Feng Ju: "...."

So, I should thank you~

But, your love is too heavy, I really cannot bear it.

In Feng Ju’s dying moment, hallucinations appeared before his eyes. On the opponent’s shoulder, he saw a crimson cloth doll, holding countless strings, those strings burrowing into the shell beneath her.

Feng Ju struggled to move his mouth, as if he understood something, but could only utter a silent last will.

Finally, his gaze slowly left the "Cloth Doll" and fixed fiercely towards the direction of [Mask].

That look seemed to question:

"You saved me once, save me once more, why won’t you save me again?"

"You saved me once, you should save me again, otherwise wouldn’t it be too irresponsible?"

[Mask] stood motionless.

Like the soul resonance with "Cloth Doll", this was also the second time he watched Feng Ju die.

And this death, far more valuable than the first...

[Mask] blinked, the swirling phantom in his pupils solidified and paused.

At the edge, black devours all light, like the eternal night curtain before the universe was born, cold and dead silent;

In the center, pure spotless white, like the first ray of light in a newborn universe, flawless and sacred;

And at the intersection of black and white, spots of crimson like burning stars, like the primal fire of life, enchanting and scorching;

It is difficult to describe its specific shape. It is neither a geometric figure nor any known pattern shape.

It twists, complex and eerie, as if constructed from countless broken mirrored surfaces intersecting and spiraling, forming a living, perpetually transforming kaleidoscope labyrinth.

From different angles, it reflects entirely different patterns.

Though seemingly still, it constantly changes, emitting an extreme inhuman yet extremely beautiful evil.

[Ding!]

A prompt sound that only he could "hear" echoed in the depths of his consciousness like a heavenly melody.

[System Prompt:]

[Blood Bar Deceit Eye] lv3 meets the upgrade conditions!

Pupil strength transcending advancement...

On the retina, lines of prompt subtitles quickly flashed by.

On the system panel, the icon of [Blood Bar Deceit Eye] lv3 shattered, exploding into fragments of data streams.

The fragments silently intertwined and rotated, gradually condensing into a brand-new icon—[Kaleidoscope·Blood Bar Deceit Eye] lv1.

The icon surface flowed with black, white, and red auras, with a transparent virtual frame behind it: ’0/20’

"Further upgrade requires 20 special skill points!"

[Mask] sighed softly in his heart, thinking this is the value of Feng Ju.

One resurrection, two deaths.

The first death upgraded [Blood Bar Deceit Eye] from lv2 to lv3;

The second death directly facilitated the birth of [Kaleidoscope·Blood Bar Deceit Eye].

This cost-effectiveness is thousands of times higher than any special skill point, right?

If it could be replicated once more...

Honestly, at this moment, he somewhat wanted to stuff Feng Ju’s soul back into Feng Ju’s chest if his soul hadn’t been completely devoured by "Cloth Doll".

Since Feng Ju’s death could bring such a rich reward, then... let him die once more? Would the third death bring even more formidable power?

[Eternal Kaleidoscope]?

[Reincarnation Eye]?

This thought was utterly alluring beyond words.

Of course, [Mask] eventually just entertained the thought simply.

He couldn’t keep exploiting Feng Ju relentlessly; he wasn’t that kind of wicked monster.

The key is, he feared reviving Feng Ju might make the system think he was exploiting a glitch and retract the rewards.

He had just successfully upgraded the Kaleidoscope·Blood Bar Deceit Eye, and hadn’t figured out what abilities it possessed, couldn’t risk recklessly experimenting.

Moreover, [Mask] couldn’t revive Feng Ju again anyway.

He "saw" clearly, "Cloth Doll" appeared to be devouring vitality but was actually similar to his "copy."

Each sip from the redline extracted something more precious than blood—the soul.

At this moment, a large part of Feng Ju’s soul had been devoured by "Cloth Doll," with the remaining part gradually shattering and dissipating into the most primitive void dust.

Even if he revived the other party once more, what he would get was just a soulless, rapidly decaying empty shell.

If only Feng Ju were a renewable, reusable resource...

[Mask]’s heart was filled with sorrow:

"Farewell!"

He sighed deeply, not hurriedly walking up to Feng Ju.

He lowered his head, the pale white mask facing Feng Ju’s blood-smeared face and eyes with only a flicker of light remaining.

As he approached, the latter struggled to move the corners of his mouth to make a sound.

Due to some soul connection, he understood what Feng Ju was asking in his "uhh ahh."

He tilted his head slightly, controlled his voice to slightly change, and from behind the mask, a voice echoed with a cold metallic texture:

"You seem misunderstood, I saved you so you could meet with her again."

"Cloth Doll" upon hearing this, looked at [Mask] with a face full of gratitude.

And after Feng Ju heard this answer, the last light in his eyes trembled madly.

The flesh of his face peeled off and withered, revealing the pale white cheekbones and jaw beneath, and he forced out one last "uh ah" sound from his throat.

He was asking: "It was you?!!"

At the final second before his death, Feng Ju finally realized the voice was somewhat familiar.

This cold and strange metallic voice perfectly overlapped with the voice deep in his memory that had awakened him from the abyss of death?!!

Just then, Feng Ju seemed to understand everything.

So it was, [Mask] was the one who brought him back from death.

Moreover, saving him twice altogether, was precisely for tonight, to make him the other’s midnight snack.

He really adored the other party.

Such damn nauseating taste!

So...

I misunderstood Feng Mu!

The one who revived me wasn’t Feng Mu, it was [Mask]!!!

[Mask] blinked.

Under the mask, the corners of an unseen mouth lifted slightly into a mischievous curve.

He didn’t argue, he simply said ambiguously:

"Indeed, it was me!"

The light in Feng Ju’s eyes was completely extinguished, turning into a patch of pitch-black dead silence.

When ordinary people die, the eyes lose their shine, appearing turbid, like sanded glass with a dead fish color.

But when lives resurrected by [Feast] die again, the eyes sink into eternal blackness, like two black holes drained of all light.

This is the mark of [Feast]!

"Cloth Doll" gently licked away the blood at the corner of her lips, gazing blankly at Feng Ju’s corpse.

She stared dumbfounded at Feng Ju’s pitch-black eyes, puzzled by this unusual death blackness.

"Why is it death black, could Feng Ju possibly revive again?"

"Cloth Doll" wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed with a reasonable doubt rising in her heart.

"Cloth Doll" softly whispered, as if coaxing a rebellious elderly man, murmuring:

"You cannot deceive me again~"

Before the voice fell, with a slight twist of her fingers, dense red lines sprayed out from the corpse’s head.

The instant the red lines erupted, they created an internal destruction, shattering the head altogether like a blooming crimson firework.

Accompanied by the muffled "poof" sound, the entire head burst instantly, turning into dry ashes scattered in the wind.

Without a head, there is no revival possible, right?

....

ps: Old Tree will certainly hold back in the future...