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Chapter 27: Dick Man Covered in Sticks

After struggling for a while, Matt finally broke free from Ron's grasp, writhing on the ground and flailing his arms wildly, fueled by the rush of blood. It took several minutes for him to gradually calm down.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"fine."

Upon hearing Ron's question, Matt found that he no longer felt the same wariness and disgust towards Ron as before; in fact, there was even a hint of intimacy...

"Hey buddy, your eyes are weird, are you really gay?"

"Isn't this your problem?" Matt couldn't help but retort after hearing Ron's words, "I'm the victim here! I was inexplicably injected with this vaccine, and afterwards I felt... wait, wait a minute!"

Realizing something, Matt swallowed hard, looked around, and said incredulously, "My... my eyes... my eyes have recovered?"

"Look at you, making such a fuss."

Looking at Matt, who was kneeling on the ground with an incredulous expression, Ron said calmly:

"Blood healing was originally developed to cure incurable diseases. And the eyes are a crucial element in mysticism, esoteric religion, and all sorts of other schools of thought, especially for hunters of my school."

Matt looked puzzled: "Eyes? Mysticism?"

"You can think of it as something like clairvoyance, which allows you to see the truth of the world. Of course, you haven't opened your inner eye yet. In fact, I haven't opened mine yet either. I estimate that it will be possible to open it after I collect all four one-thirds of the umbilical cords..."

With that said, Ron added decisively, "But that's all too far off for you. The reason you've regained your vision is probably because the blood therapy reactivated your eyes. But foreplay is foreplay. Now that you've recovered and seem to be in good condition, let's not wait for the second injection; let's do it now!"

As he spoke, before Matt could even react, Ron raised his hand and plunged another blood collection vial directly into Matt's neck.

As the blood from the bottle flowed into Matt's body, dense, dark red cracks soon appeared around the injection site.

No, not cracks, but blood vessels. However, during the initial integration into Matt's body, these vessels appeared sharply defined. After assimilation, the vessels, originally fixed near the injection site, spread throughout Matt's body via his heart in just a few breaths.

"Ugh... hiss!"

Matt's eyes widened suddenly, but he didn't struggle as much as before. On the contrary, he seemed much better now. He even glanced at Ron beside him, gasping as he said:

"This... doesn't seem to hurt too much?"

"I didn't inject you to torture you. Your focus is really weird." Speechless at Matt's confusion, Ron also looked puzzled and said, "Why don't you actually come to the hospital and make an appointment? Seriously, I'm not kidding. I seriously suspect your brain has shrunk from wearing that bodysuit for so long..."

"That won't be necessary..."

Hearing Ron's doctor's advice, Matt simply took a deep breath and quietly endured the intense pain sweeping through his body. A moment later, as if sensing something, a burst of blood energy erupted around Matt, and his entire body grew three centimeters taller. Along with his increased height and bone structure, his muscles also expanded.

While Matt was originally muscular, he was more agile, and his style was not like the Hulk's, relying on sheer force to achieve miraculous results. Instead, he used rapid and fierce combos to defeat his opponents.

But now, Matt looks like a miniature Hulk, all muscle.

Feeling the surge of power throughout his body, Matt felt like he had become omnipotent—he already possessed extraordinary perception, and now not only had his vision been restored, but his strength had also become incredibly powerful.

Thinking to himself, Matt couldn't help but glance at Ron beside him.

Following the traditional formula of movies, what follows is the classic scene of the experimental subject going out of control and escaping from the villain's experimental facility...

Feeling Matt's gaze, Ron simply extended his hand and said, "I know what you're thinking... Honestly, don't you even try to hide your feelings? Your thoughts are written all over your face."

"Um...sorry?"

He apologized verbally, but in reality, Matt was already itching to get started.

Matt's rational mind told him this was wrong. According to the rules of fortress law, trespassing on someone else's territory would be perfectly justifiable, even if he were shot on the spot. As a lawyer, Matt was certain that if the other party was willing to pay, even if he were executed right now, the lawyers could use that to get him acquitted.

As a top lawyer, Matt is quite qualified to speak on this matter.

And now? The other side certainly doesn't seem like a good person, but the fact that their eyes were cured is undeniable.

Although he was thinking that all he had to do was run away, Matt could feel an instinct that had suddenly appeared within his body, constantly driving him to fight the guy in front of him...

"It's probably the lingering consciousness of Kokushibo at work." Sensing Matt's current state, Ron nodded thoughtfully, then stretched out his hand and said, "Then let's just attack."

"good!"

Seeing Ron raise his hand, Matt didn't waste any words. He took a deep breath, his gaze sharpened, and he threw a hook punch with a powerful, explosive sound—the sudden burst of sound was something even Matt himself hadn't expected; his power had actually expanded to such an extent!

No way, he probably killed him with one punch!

Just as Matt was still worrying, he suddenly felt the world spin. When he came to his senses, he found himself sprawled on the ground, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, which, like the floor, was made entirely of tatami mats and sliding doors. He remained stunned for a long time before a sharp pain spreading from his back brought him back to his senses.

So, they've already lost?

Matt stared blankly at Ron, who had flung him aside, before saying, "I can feel a strange impulse and a sense of fear in my body... Did you kill him?"

"Of course, otherwise how could I extract his Blood Echo?"

As he spoke, Ron added, "Alright, you've vented what you needed to vent, and you've tried what you needed to try. Now it's time for you to cooperate with me, right?"

"...Okay." Matt nodded. Normally, he wouldn't have bowed his head like this. But how to put it? After the blood therapy, Matt looked at Ron like he was looking at a...family member? Or perhaps a good friend?

At least, although he knew that Ron in front of him was definitely not a good citizen, Matt was no longer as wary and resistant as he had been at the beginning.

"Can I leave?" Matt couldn't help but ask. "Or am I stuck here from now on?"

"No way, I'm already breaking even here. If you come here and take up a bed, I'll beat you up." Ron shook his head, preparing the props for the experiment as he said, "Your current state shouldn't last too long. Just be a good boy and follow the instructions. If you're lucky, one night will be enough for you to master all the abilities after the blood healing."

"That's good."

Hearing this, Matt breathed a sigh of relief. Although he felt incredibly powerful in his current state, in modern society, to transform overnight from a refined lawyer into a muscular giant, even regaining sight in his blind eyes, was something no one would believe. And if someone did believe it, he might have to spend the rest of his life in a laboratory.

After a night of experimentation, Ron also figured out Matt's current state and the new abilities he had gained after absorbing Kokushibo's Blood Echo.

Because Kokushibo died too quickly during his fight with Ron, there wasn't a chance to demonstrate his abilities. In reality, Kokushibo has a second form, the Limit Break form. In this form, even a decapitated demon won't die. And after breaking through his limit, his Blood Demon Art abilities will also see a significant increase.

In Demon Slayer, Kokushibo's ability is to make his body stronger and to create blades from his own flesh and bones without limit.

Similar to the Chop-Chop Fruit from One Piece, it allows the user to create blades anywhere around their body at any time. It's a formidable weapon for both offense and defense.

This ability also came to Matt through the Blood Echo. However, unlike Kokushibo's form, Matt's body is covered in sticks, and he can continuously create sticks when activated.

As it is now, with a little force, a dark red short stick made of bone and flesh quickly grew on Matt's shoulder. Although it was made of flesh and bone, it was heavy and its density was obviously astonishing.

When he unleashes his full power, Matt can simultaneously create dozens of short sticks all around his body...

"Interested in adding psychological damage to your stick?"

"……for example?"

"For example, you could change the shape of your short stick, like a Big Dick. That shouldn't be too difficult for you, Dick Man."

"This is absolutely terrible!"

Upon hearing this, Matt also curled his lip, his disdain evident on his face.

But looking down at the short stick growing from his palm, Matt still felt a sense of wonder. He instinctively reached out and increased his strength as he created the stick. With a loud "bang!", the dark red stick shot out like a solid cannonball, piercing through countless sliding doors before disappearing from sight.

Although no scientific calculations were performed, based on Matt's physical sensations, this attack would have easily killed at least a dozen people...

Besides his powerful physique resulting from breaking through limits and his ability to manufacture women's products anytime, anywhere, Matt also controls the Transparent World.

"The Transparent World, this is an ability that Kokushibo once possessed. Its essence is the ultimate understanding and control of the body, allowing one to shut down unnecessary organ functions during battle and directly observe the opponent's breathing and condition... Try it, shut down your unnecessary senses and focus on strengthening one of them."

Upon hearing this, Matt, who was sitting cross-legged, took a deep breath, shut down all his senses, and then poured all the life force he used to maintain organ movement into his eyes.

In that instant, Matt could even see the pores on Nakime's face, who was kneeling to the side, with his naked eye.

It wasn't an exaggeration; it was a direct view of microscopic details that were impossible to see under normal circumstances. Matt subconsciously glanced at Ron beside him. But the instant his gaze met Ron's, Matt felt a sharp pain in his head, and immediately lost his composure, reverting to his original state.

"Don't look around... but the effect looks pretty good."

After staring at Matt for a while, Ron nodded in satisfaction and said, "So, these are the only two abilities you have right now. How does it feel? Not bad, right?"

"It's not just good, it feels like I've been reborn."

Looking at his palm, Matt wasn't marveling at his own strength, but rather excited that he had regained the right to see the world with his naked eyes.

God knows how much Matt longed to regain his sight—although losing his sight allowed him to perceive more of the world, he couldn't confirm it with his eyes. He could only project a somewhat inaccurate 3D image into his mind through his extraordinary senses…

And now, I've finally regained my sight. I can finally see what those who were by my side look like...

But just as Matt was getting excited, a bloody thigh was thrown in front of him with a splattering sound. Upon seeing the bloody thigh, Matt felt no fear; instead, he immediately swallowed hard after regaining his senses.

Realizing his reaction, Matt's gaze narrowed sharply, and he covered his mouth in horror as he looked at Ron.

Ron simply looked at Matt, reached out and touched Matt's body, opened his eyelids and checked his eyelids to confirm various physiological indicators.

Finally, Ron said decisively, "Alright, it's nothing serious. It's probably just residual consciousness acting up. For the next couple of days, try to stay in crowded places and avoid being alone with anyone. Once your body adjusts, this cannibalistic instinct should dissipate quite a bit."

"Of course, you can choose not to. I've already thought of a name: New York Ghoul."

(End of this chapter)