Chapter 930
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"I might not necessarily lose."
Vito retorted earnestly, "I have a clear goal, fearless courage, and an unwavering spiritual anchor. What do those Muggles have? Greed, lust, and fear! If it really comes down to a fusion of consciousness, I might not be the one to lose!"
At this moment, Victor frowned and said, "Vera is right. We cannot underestimate humanity's dedication and...potential in this area."
He paused, seemingly searching for the right words.
"Humans, even Muggles, even if they are so old that their bodies are about to collapse, still carry a complete 'soul,' a rich memory condensed from a long period of time and complex experiences."
He looked at Vito, then turned to look at all his kind: "Don't underestimate the power of the soul; it's something a wisp of consciousness can't resist."
Just then, a tiny golden-red spark suddenly shot out from the wardrobe space next to the sofa.
Immediately afterwards, a clear and melodious chirping sound rang out—
Mars transformed into a firebird composed entirely of leaping golden-red flames, its magnificent tail feathers outstretched as it gracefully circled above the crowd.
"Ah, Mikhail!"
Vera hurriedly said, "Wait, it's not your turn to step in yet—guys, hurry up!"
The group quickly stopped chatting and sped up their pace.
Firebird Mihar spotted the top of the mahogany wine cabinet near the sofa, which was inlaid with glass and displayed expensive wines from various eras, and gently landed on it.
"Hey——!"
A wisp of smoke rose, and before the flames were fully burning, Mihar jumped up again, this time landing on the chandelier.
"Snapped!"
Several fragile light bulbs shattered, and the metal lamp holder began to glow faintly red.
Vera let out a soft gasp, while Vito looked up at the firebird Mihal, his expression seemingly envious.
Braun asked, "Has this guy become even more destructive?"
Mihar chirped a few times, seemingly arguing.
Braun quickly waved his hand and explained, "I wasn't criticizing you... Mikhail, I meant you've become even better."
Mikhail: "Chirp!"
Wade watched this scene and laughed:
“It’s not arguing with you, Wayne… it’s saying that what you have is not just a thin wisp of ‘consciousness’.”
Mikhail tilted his head back triumphantly: "Chirp chirp!"
The puppets looked at it, then at Wade, their expressions somewhat puzzled, but deep in their hearts, ripples seemed to stir.
But Wade didn't elaborate further, only saying with a hint of helplessness:
“My only worry now is… that Vito isn’t the only one with this kind of thinking…”
……
"Perfect...too perfect..."
In a huge showroom with extremely luxurious decor and soft, dazzling lighting, there was an aura of power built on high-end perfumes, cigars, and money.
An elderly woman with a wrinkled face and a hunched back was looking at the vampire girl in the glass window and exclaiming in admiration. Her eyes were filled with naked desire.
"This is it! This is exactly what I wanted..."
She stretched out her finger, adorned with a large gemstone, and, almost obsessively, stroked the girl's pale, cold, flawless face through the glass. "The luster of this skin, the proportions of these features... it's simply a work of art."
Beside her, her impeccably dressed assistant, Mark Paul, with an impeccable smile, bowed slightly and introduced her in a rather seductive tone:
"Yes, ma'am."
"As you can see, this is not just a work of art, but also the pinnacle of technology."
"Immortal life—no need to worry about aging and disease; immense strength—speed, endurance, and resilience far exceeding human limits; and, as you said, eternal youth."
"The person who possesses this body will be able to maintain their peak and most perfect state forever, both in appearance and energy."
The woman turned her head sharply, her gaze intense, and said:
"All I need to do is tell me... when can I 'move' into this body? I'm tired of this decaying shell! No amount of expensive perfume can mask the stench of impending death!"
Normally, she would never allow anyone to discuss her aging in front of her.
Even though everyone praised her beauty as always, her body, which was like a rusty old machine and malfunctioning, constantly reminded her that she was about to die.
At this moment, the woman made no attempt to hide her disgust for her own body, as if it were a stinking carcass that she couldn't throw away.
Paul's smile deepened, and he said with exceptional sincerity:
"Rest assured, Madam. That day is not far off."
"As you can see, the raw materials are ready, the technology is being perfected, and safety and compatibility are our top priorities."
"However, before the transfer surgery can be performed, we still need to conduct a lot of experiments to ensure the safety of every distinguished guest..."
The woman interrupted him, saying, "Just tell me! How much more investment do I need? But as a condition, you have to keep this body for me..."
The two walked aside and began to discuss in hushed tones.
In the exhibition hall, there were also many other powerful figures, some old and some seriously ill. Some were being helped by others, some were sitting in wheelchairs, and some were wearing masks, seemingly unwilling to let others see their true appearance.
They lingered in front of the various shop windows, pausing to admire the near-perfect samples inside—
A werewolf with thick hair and bulging muscles;
A "vampire" with a melancholic air and pale skin;
There are also puppets, some handsome and strong, others beautiful and elegant, who look no different from ordinary people...
They all stood there quietly, the most tempting yet coldest commodities in this feast that challenged death and offered sacrifices to eternity.
Throughout, they remained motionless like the "vampire girl" on display, like exquisite dolls, staring blankly ahead.
Only when Paul makes a specific gesture will he subtly move his eyes or adjust his posture to show that he is not an inanimate object.
Like an incredibly realistic, incredibly obedient, incredibly loyal... large-sized doll.
……
“I don’t think you need to worry.”
In Liana's apartment, Videl, who hadn't spoken until now, adjusted the glasses he used to disguise himself and said with certainty:
"None of those you created and assigned tasks to are truly fools, nor are they reckless enough to act without thinking."
"Vito said such stupid things precisely because he lacks a sense of crisis!"
"Hey!"
Vito slammed his hand on the keyboard, clearly annoyed that his companion had portrayed him as a simple-minded fool.
However, Videl ignored him and continued:
"But those guys, on the contrary... precisely because they've been away from you for so long, in unfamiliar environments, they've only become more cautious than us, even... more savage."
"What truly threatens them will only trigger the most extreme purge!"
“Yes!” Braun leaned back on the sofa with a smile, squinting as he said, “The cubs raised in the wolf pack will either be eaten or grow fangs on their own—our ‘brothers’ will probably have their mouths full of blood sooner or later.”
(End of this chapter)