116 Monsterification (2/2)

”Maximilien Maxwell!”

”Maximilien Maxwell!”

”Maximilien Maxwell!”

Marian roars like a wounded beast. And a huge amount of blood spews out of her mouth immediately afterwards. A well-placed palm thrust to her chest did all of that. I exert just a little bit more strength and turn her innards to mush.

”When I ask, you answer. Do you understand?”

I response and claw my hand, ripping out her chest as well as her ribcage, forcing out a smile upon her face instead of screams and cries.

That is surprising. Marian is enjoying this. Enjoying the pain, immensely.

Marian collapses onto the floor as blood spills everywhere. Her body is being healed rapidly thanks to the vitality liquid flowing through her veins and powering her body. As long as there are vitality liquids, she will heal from any and all wounds, even fatal one.

Her heart is actually on the floor, having fallen out when I tear through her chest. She didn't need it, and she will have a brand new one soon enough. This is also the reason why she is so cleaned. As soon as her body regenerate, she regains her beauty once more.

”I think I will call you Nairam Oxford, as you are somewhat the opposite of Marian.”

I decide and pull her off the ground to tear off her arms and legs. Even though they are not cleanly cut by a sharp blade, they also heal as quickly.

”I can't die. I can't die. Ahahahahahahaha!”

Nairam calls out and tries to bite my face off. It is somewhat hilarious and gross at the same time. And I have to rip her jaw off to remove her from my face. I pull her tongue out too since she licks me several times while trying to pierce my skin with her teeth.

”Of course, you can die, Nairam, but I don't want you to, at least not yet. And since ripping your body apart is pointless, I will have a look at that brain of yours huh?”

When I mean that, I didn't mean it literally. There is no need to open her head and take a look at her brain. It will probably not give me anything I need.

Nanomachines surge out of my palm and drill into her temple. As the countless nanomachines infest her brain, I close my eyes and then slowly open them again.

I am no longer standing in the dark corridor of the underground bunker. I am standing in a loving and yet familiar home. I have been here before, many times.

Beautiful melody fills the air as a twelve years old blond-haired girl playing her piano. And sitting next to her is a man in his thirties, guiding her.

”That is very good, sweetheart. I think you have talent for music.”

Henry Oxford compliments his daughter. His daughter, however, shakes her head.

”I want to be like you, dad. I want to start my very own company just like you did. It will be huge, huge, with a lot of people I like. You can come and work in my company. I will make you the chairman. And I will be the president!”

Henry Oxford only laughs. He did acknowledge his daughter's entrepreneur dream despite she has a far greater talent at music. I recall that she stops playing the piano shortly after.

I stop paying attention to the Oxford father and daughter as I am not here for such thing. I explore the mansion, searching every room before finding another Marian. She is wearing a much different clothe than the Marian downstairs.

”Hello, Nairam.”

I greet. It seems that another personality has fully realized inside Marian. And from the magical energy radiating from her, it isn't just a normal personality. This must be one of the side effects of using the vitality liquids continuously.

”Get out! Get out of my head! Get out of my head!”

Nairam shouts as the mansion begins to crumple. I look at the cracks, spreading across the wall before turning back to face her. The mansion stops crumbling, bringing her to shock. She is terrified now.

”Do you know, Miss Nairam? In a mental battle, the one with the strongest willpower almost always win. Now, tell me, where is that condescending smile of yours?”

I question as I approach her. The mindscape is completely under my control. My willpower is absolute, and against someone who only suffered a fraction of what I had gone through, she is in no position to oppose me.

The mansion soon morphs back into the dark tunnel. And her screams constantly echo the darkness.

Nairam or Marian collapse onto the floor, and to my surprise, dark aura steams out of her body. I have been surprised a lot lately. This is because I have seeing too many weird and crazy things.

For example, this aura feels familiar, and as I reach out a hand, it spirals towards me and crawls up my arms and then entering my chest. My magical core pulses and grows.

I immediately steps away as I realize what it is. It is the same sort of energy that escapes those goblins when they are killed. Except, this energy feels sinister.

I will need to study it first instead of blindly absorb into my magical core. I might create an evil me in the process.

Well... a more eviler me.

But how?

A thought enters my mind and a clear sphere appears in my palm.

I reach out again towards the now unconscious Marian and allow the aura to surge towards me.

But unlike before, the malicious aura enters the sphere instead of going to me and strengthening my magical core. And once all of it is dwelling within the sphere, the sphere is completely pitch black. And within, a small spark could be seen.

I could only smile at my newest prize – a brand new monster core.