"Finally arrived, have you?"
A hoarse and vicissitudinous voice emanated from inside the room.
Luo Di was sitting in the Dean’s chair, his current image a far cry from that of a human being compared to a month ago.
It was as if he had aged over a decade in the span of a month; his face still bore the remnants of unevenly shaven stubble, and his body was visibly emaciated, some muscles having atrophied.
Vicissitudinous and aged.
Most importantly, the youthful vigor was gone, his pupils diffused with a murky haze.
In addition, a shock collar for severely ill patients was bound tightly around Luo Di’s neck, causing visible indentations and tight wrinkles on the skin, clearly not quite the right size.
The girl looked at the "uncle" before her, who was wholly unlike the Connector she had imagined, the one who used dual identities to infiltrate the sisterhood and handle the island incident, highly regarded by her senior brother.
The person in front of her appeared more like a mental patient who had consumed a large amount of medication.
Looking at the collar on his neck, the girl connected it with the Hook she had accidentally glimpsed earlier.
It seemed that this young man was using this collar to impose self-restriction, which had led to his current condition, even his most basic thinking suppressed, the connection between his brain and body weakened.
Yu Ze followed into the office, scrutinizing Luo Di from head to toe.
"Fellow countryman, not bad condition, eh~ I thought spinal inhibition would leave your entire body withered, probably needing a variety of medical devices to maintain vital signs.
You actually managed to hold on. Truly worthy of a body that hails from our hometown, seems today’s work will be pretty easy.
Sorry for dragging this out... after all, the source of your pituitary involves too many complicated issues, they had to be scrutinized one by one from above.
Just the basic identification of this pituitary, safety assessment, and compatibility testing with your body took up twenty days."
Yu Ze placed the items he brought on the office desk.
One is a miniature Iron Maiden housed in a briefcase, with the pituitary inside.
The other is a report from the Capital Investigation Bureau on the pituitary examination. The word "Confidential" stamped on the surface of the document is quite eye-catching. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
The girl leaned against the desk, her dark eyes fixated, quietly waiting for Luo Di to open these two items.
Yu Ze then said, "Almost forgot to introduce her, she’s from the same department as me, consider her my junior sister—Yun."
However, Luo Di’s gaze never left the desktop, his eyeballs clouded with confusion. Without greeting anyone, he complied with a simple bodily command and picked up the report document on the desk.
He pulled out the paper document inside, the title marked in big red letters:
—Pituitary Identification (Monster Avatar*)—
*Derived from a Monster Avatar’s Fusion Pituitary, extremely valuable.
"Pituitary Quality": S+*
*This kind of pituitary is usually of higher quality than a Pseudo-Person Pituitary, at the very least not below grade A. However, due to its complexity, it is difficult for human individuals to attain a high compatibility level.
Both "control difficulty" and "expressive effects" are lower than that of a sole Pseudo-Person Pituitary.
If the individual’s compatibility is less than 70%, it is not recommended to activate a personal system with such a pituitary.
"Integrity": 100%, the pituitary is undamaged, perfectly preserved, and fully functional.
"Monster Source": Identified as Mr. Craft*’s Corner nature.
*Resides in the profound depths of the Corner, an existence completely unknown to us.
His special Avatar, Mr. Craft, has an almost unlimited active time in the Human World. Currently contained at ██-███, has deep cooperative relations with the World Bureau and has passed the ’Friendly Test’.
*Due to the ’Saiwei Vacation Island Incident,’ the authorities are reassessing Mr. Craft.
*The Monster Avatar that was killed by Intern Investigator Luo Di (from Mingwang City), a Low-level Avatar with the same origins as Mr. Craft, with relatively singular power expressions.
"Keywords": Gray, Flesh, Unknown.
"Pituitary Basis*": Gong Xin* (identity confirmed), and several mature Pseudo-Persons reported missing or related to lingering cases (not entered into records, identity unconfirmed).
*The terrestrial arrival of a Monster Avatar requires the pituitaries of several Pseudo-People to collectively accept, also known as the "Basis". As the Avatar descends, these pituitaries combine into a complex whole, known as a Fusion Pituitary.
*Gong Xin, one of the Pseudo-Person participants in the Fourth Middle School incident.
"Compatibility": 99%*.
*The Monster Avatar was personally killed by Intern Investigator Luo Di.
*An extraordinarily rare high pituitary compatibility percentage, validated multiple times by the authorities, confirming the veracity of this data, hence a special exemption allowed Luo Di to combine the pituitary outside the research bureau district.
"Usage Advice": Segmental spinal injection > Alien Food > Seed Demon > Cornered Tool
*Even with a 99% high compatibility rate, the pituitary comes from the Monster Avatar. If the most primitive absorption method of Alien Food is used, there is a certain probability of being influenced by the monster’s essence and losing oneself, turning one’s real flesh into another vessel for the monster’s avatar.
"The pituitary related to Mr. Craft! An S+ quality, the rare [Unknown] keyword, and even a compatibility of 99%, how were these data obtained?"
Yun looked at the report in shock, rubbing her eyes repeatedly, wondering if she had watched too much anime.
The facts proved she was not mistaken.
As the holder of the pituitary, Luo Di was not surprised by this report.
Or perhaps in his view, the quality was supposed to be this high; as for the keyword, he, as the recipient, knew it better than anyone else.
There was only one thing he wanted to know.
The issue of the pituitary’s rightful owner and compatibility,
Seeing the 99% experimental data also proved that the other party’s words were true; this was indeed a special reward given to Luo Di and the most suitable for him, the ultimate prize won by clearing the Island game.
Once this point was confirmed, the subsequent pituitary fusion would no longer be a problem.
Wang Shuokang also arrived at the desk; his visit this time was to oversee the process of Luo Di’s fusion with the pituitary, and he was also an expert in staged spinal injection surgery.
When he smelled the familiar scent, Luo Di rarely raised his head, greeting with a hoarse voice:
"Luo Di, how do you want to use this pituitary? Following the recommendations above, I can have the related equipment delivered here within an hour if you choose the staged injection method."
Luo Di held the miniature torture device in his hands; he had long had an answer in mind.
Wang Shuokang was not very surprised, or rather, Luo Di’s actions had already surprised him enough that the current choice was still within his considerations.
"In that case, there’s nothing for me here; it’s also a good opportunity to practice more Tai Chi Fist with the Dean."
The two middle-aged men left the room with laughter and talk, leaving it to the three young people.
Yu Ze already had the results and was now stretching lazily, leaning towards the nearby visitor’s sofa.
"Buddy, I knew you’d choose this; that’s why I brought Yun along.
If you completely lose control during the Alien Food process, the two of us won’t hesitate to kill you."
Yun already had the hammer in her hand, though very curious as to why Luo Di would choose such a dangerous mode. But on second thought, her senior brother was also .
Luo Di simply responded, grasping the miniature Iron Maiden in his hand.
Once the pituitary is exposed to the external environment, there may be a risk of color loss, therefore...
He widened his mouth,
Directly enclosing the Iron Maiden-like miniature torture device in his mouth,
Whiffs of white vapor escaped from the gaps between Luo Di’s teeth.
The torture device contained in his mouth was already dismantled into wires for recycling, leaving only a dimly colored pituitary gland that fell at the base of his tongue.
And the pituitary was swallowed,
By the time Luo Di raised his head again, opening his eyes,
His pupils had vanished, the entire eyeball overtaken by a dim color.
His mouth uncontrollably started to open wider,
Yun, who was standing in front of the desk, sensing danger, swiftly backed away, almost seeing dim tentacles squirming deep within his mouth.
Those tentacles were starkly different from those of Mr. Craft’s.
They had a sense of rigidity, metallic texture, strength, abduction.
Compared to Yun’s earnestness,
Yu Ze was sitting leisurely, legs crossed on the sofa, casually sipping tea and watching the spectacle unfold.
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