Chapter 1337 – God-like Physique
“Because at that time, your body was actually close to a perfect god-like physique. When a mortal’s stomach was transplanted, it couldn’t fuse with the body’s organs, which is why you always had a rejection reaction.”
As I said this, I could hardly believe it myself. The frail little girl, whom even I couldn’t steal from before, had become so strong in such a short time, and could even approach the so-called perfect god-like physique. It was truly astonishing.
Although it was hard to tell by just looking, if she stood next to the murderer, I could easily tell with my God’s Eye that Giselle’s body integration was much better than the murderer’s.
“Then, after a few days, you suddenly got better. That wasn’t because your body had adapted, but because you went to the factory next door and killed someone, performing a Murder Ritual to replace that stomach, right?” I asked.
“I thought I had done a pretty good job of being discreet. Not only did I burn the corpse, but I even scattered the ashes in the river. Is it because you found out I replaced my stomach myself?” Giselle vaguely sensed that I could see through things, or at least possessed some kind of monitoring spell.
“No, even I couldn’t tell that you had replaced your internal organs. It was mainly because Sherris smelled the blood and led me to the scene.” Of course, I wouldn’t admit that I could see through things, and just said it vaguely.
“Sigh, as expected, the traces weren’t completely eliminated. If I had the clue-erasing pen, I wouldn’t have been exposed.” Although she had killed someone, Giselle’s tone didn’t waver at all, as if she were chatting about the weather.
“Tch! You’re not a professional murderer at all. Do you think you can get away with everything just by having a clue-erasing pen? Would you even know how to use it?” the murderer said disdainfully. Her relationship with Giselle seemed to be very bad.
As expected, the murderer had her own clue-erasing pen, so she didn’t need to borrow one from the Murder Church. What I was curious about was that, theoretically, clue-erasing pens had great risks and the prices were very unstable. Yet, the murderer had used it many times. How dare she use it so frequently, and what were the prices?
“I have another question, about your relationship. Via hypnotized you before. Theoretically, people who are hypnotized can’t lie. Did you use Shadow-based Spells to alter your memory at that time?” I asked.
“Ah! Come to think of it, that seems to be the case. Although I can’t remember exactly what you asked me, I didn’t alter my memory or try to conceal anything. Those were all my true words,” Giselle said frankly.
“So, you were indeed taken in and adopted by the murderer, and along with many other girls, you were trained as the murderer’s accomplices, becoming an organ bank, and even killing each other amongst yourselves. Is all of this true?”
“Yes.” Giselle nodded. Up to this point, it was the version I had heard. But there were definitely some very important omissions. For example, why did Giselle have a more perfect god-like physique than the murderer herself?
However, the murderer herself laughed heartily and answered my question. She was so angry that she laughed: “You bunch of brats! You dare gang up on me! I underestimated you. I didn’t expect you to be able to convince them to cultivate stronger and more perfect organs by killing more people in private, and to have all of them concentrated in you!”
“You killed so many sisters! And the rest know they can’t escape death. We were all prepared to die, only regretting not having a chance for revenge. As for why I was the last one to survive, it was probably just luck. We agreed, whoever survives wins.” Giselle’s tone finally showed a hint of emotion when she said this.
“It’s not luck, hehe. Your talent in Shadow-based magic is something I’ve never seen before. In such a short time, your understanding has even surpassed mine. If it weren’t for the Rune control, you would have truly gone rogue,” the murderer sneered.
“That was in the past. Now that I dare to come and see you, I will no longer be controlled by you.” Giselle said, lifting her clothes. On her snow-white abdomen was a pattern of a skull surrounded by fresh blood.
“You! You actually broke the Rune enslavement! How is that possible?!” the murderer shouted in shock. She felt that the Rune had changed owners, and she no longer had any control over Giselle.
“If it weren’t for the restriction of this Rune, how could I have lost to you that night?” Giselle sneered.
Listening to their conversation beside them, I could basically guess what had happened. This was still the old cliché story of enslaved people rebelling against their oppressors.
The murderer adopted a group of girls and made them collect various human body parts, intending to achieve a god-like physique. However, she didn’t expect that one of the adopted girls was a genius. She had collected the body parts of other girls into her own body first, almost succeeding.
Unlike the traditional story tropes, the main villain in this story didn’t fail. Relying on the Rune she had carved on Giselle long ago, she successfully defeated her.
If it weren’t for Older Brother Jayad passing by and saving them, Sherris’s rebellion as a genius would have ended without anyone knowing. And the murderer would have succeeded in achieving that god-like physique and disappeared into the crowd.
I also vaguely understood why the murderer was fixated on committing crimes in Cando City, instead of leaving Cando City and finding a remote village to kill people sporadically when the surveillance was high. This was also due to the corruption I had spread.
Lord of Murder and Gluttony Demon King were of the same origin. It was with the magic power brought by the corruption in this city that she could complete this ritual that only existed in legends. If she left Cando City, the ritual would be halfway through and fail.
It was also me who removed Giselle’s Rune. It was me, as the Gluttony Saintess, who covered Giselle’s Rune with my own blood, helping her break free from the murderer’s control.
“Giselle, there’s still one thing I can’t figure out. According to what you just said, you should hate the murderer to death. Why did you still reveal information to her? Why did you come to save her?”
Although I might have already guessed the answer, I still wanted to ask again. But it was the murderer who answered me.
“Hehehe, why do you even need to ask? Her god-like physique is still one crucial step away. She doesn’t know the final ritual step. That knowledge is deeply hidden in my mind, and it is also the only part of her that hasn’t achieved a god-like physique.” The murderer pointed to her temple.
The brain. The most crucial part of the human body. I never expected that the final step to achieving a god-like physique would be a brain transplant. If even the head had to be replaced, would that person still be the original person?
“According to the information I’ve collected, after the brain transplant, I will gain all the memories and mental power of the original owner. The murderer is undoubtedly my best choice. Therefore, she cannot die yet. Miss Parul, Mr. Jayad, could you please let me have her?”
Since Giselle said so, my answer was of course: “I refuse!”
