Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 262 The Pain of Mutation

As Luze prayed, a lofty, profound, terrifying, and majestic aura descended. Following the true creator, the mysterious [Fool] also turned his gaze here.

Lu Ze felt the muttering in his mind suddenly become louder; he had encountered an enemy, and the wrath of the true creator was obvious.

Come, fool, let me see what you're capable of!
Tormented by his delirium, he laughed maniacally, muttering to himself, anticipating the deity's next move.

Suddenly, Lu Ze felt himself fall into a strange state of trance and clarity. He seemed to see a thick, gray fog above the illusory sky, and in an ancient castle there, a tall figure shrouded in the gray fog sat behind a long bronze table, looking down at him.

In a daze, he saw many indescribable figures standing beside that tall figure. These figures were entirely gold and black, creating a striking contrast, and twelve pairs of jet-black, mysterious wings sprouted from their backs.

Like an angel from mythology!

Following the tall figure's instruction, one of the black-gold figures gracefully descended, flapping twelve jet-black wings, piercing the barrier between illusion and reality, and flying into his own body.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed in his mind as the "Black Gold Angel" collided with the will of the true creator, creating ripples that seemed to try to expel it from Luze's mind.

However, a single angel was no match for the will of the true God, and His power was quickly suppressed. But then, a second and a third angel descended from beneath the Fool and entered Luze's body. The three figures touched wings, forming a ring that enveloped Luze's spirit, resisting the will of the true creator.

The true creator was extremely angry, his delirious murmurs filled with resentment, but in the end he could not withstand the power of the three angels combined and was expelled from Luze's mind.
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Under Mr. A's gaze, the pool of flesh and blood on the verge of going out of control suddenly changed.

Lu Ze's face floated above the flesh and began to grow upwards. As if pulled from the mud, his neck, shoulders, torso—everything emerged from that pool of flesh and blood, and he regained his complete body.

"call!"

A long, blood-red robe appeared, enveloping Lu Ze. He quietly opened his azure eyes, looked at Mr. A, and revealed a twisted smile. His jawline traced a perfect arc, the blood-red robe reflecting off his handsome face, and the shadow beneath his feet was so thick it seemed almost tangible.

Handsome, mysterious, aloof, and insane!
"You have rejected the Lord's grace!"

Mr. A shouted angrily, his eyes bloodshot.

Lu Ze remained silent, merely looking at the other with disdain. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a pristine white bone from seemingly nowhere. One end of the bone was sharp, while the other was slightly blunt; it appeared to be half a rib.

After fusing his bones, the Witch of Pain, and other extraordinary qualities, as well as the divinity of the offspring of the evil god, an extraordinary item formed within Lanluus's body—the mutated agony!

Lu Ze flipped the bone over, gripped the blunter side with his other hand, and aimed the sharp bone spur at his ribs. Then...
"puff!"

Blood splattered, instantly staining the white bones crimson!

He had once asked "Red Light" El Moria how to use this mutated, extraordinary item. "Red Light's" reply was simple—return it to Luzer's body, and he would know.

The first thing Lu Ze felt was pain.

This is not the pain from a simple stab wound, or rather, the stab wound should not have caused such intense pain.

"Whoosh!" After the ribs came into contact with the flesh, the originally quiet nature suddenly stopped being restrained and instead extended, as if it had merged with the spirituality within him.

In an instant, Lu Ze's body suddenly became extremely sensitive. Everything around him was clearly visible: the air currents disturbing a hair, a corner of a snowflake brushing against his skin, the friction of his blood-red robe against every inch of his skin—all were clearly reflected in his brain.

At the same time, his perception of pain was elevated to an unprecedented level!
Lu Ze felt as if every muscle fiber in his abdomen was being torn apart, blood gushing from severed blood vessels, and fragile nerves being directly exposed to the cold air. All of this ultimately converged into an intense pain that threatened to burn his spirit, surging into his brain like a madman.

The pain from the simple stab wound was so intense that he could hardly bear it!
"Ahhh!"

The overwhelming stimulation exploded in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a hoarse roar.

Is this the "suffering" after mutation?!
Lu Ze thought groggily in his head, which was throbbing with pain.

No wonder "Red Light" El Moria said he knew about its side effects the moment he used it. It turns out the side effect is that it makes the body extremely sensitive! Such intense pain is unbearable for ordinary extraordinary individuals; they would probably suffer a mental breakdown and lose control while using it!

"Ahhhh-"

Just then, Lu Ze suddenly heard a piercing scream coming from the other side. He barely managed to lift his head and saw Mr. A clutching his ribs, his face contorted in extreme pain.

The halo of suffering is still effective!

Moreover, as Luze's pain intensified, the aura's effects became astonishingly powerful. Even Mr. A, also a "shepherd," found it unbearable!

"Hehehe"

Seeing Mr. A in such pain, Lu Ze couldn't help but laugh. The other man's contorted expression was like a good medicine, relieving his pain.

"Like it?"

Lu Ze asked Mr. A softly, pressing his finger against the end of the bone, and slowly buried it completely into his body.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and sweat poured down his face; he was clearly in extreme pain. Yet, even so, he maintained the pose without hesitation.

Come, feel the pain with me!
"what have you done!"

Mr. A's handsome face became extremely ugly due to extreme distortion, and he shouted at Lu Ze.

"you guess."

Lu Ze said.

As all the bones were embedded in his body, he suddenly sensed a peculiar aura—the pure divinity deeply buried within him. This divinity had previously been unable to integrate into his body, only burdening his spirit. But with the return of the ribs, it became stable, automatically spreading throughout his body and merging with it.

The second effect of the rib is to allow divinity to merge with his body and elevate his status!
Suddenly, Lu Ze felt his aura become more solid, and he had complete control over the Shepherd's Potion properties within him. Although he hadn't started herding yet, he was sure it would be much smoother and easier to use!

(End of this chapter)