Chapter 579: Chapter 579 Noise (Part 3)_1 Chapter 579: Chapter 579 Noise (Part 3)_1 “`
“Who gave you the courage to speak to Camus Grelada from such a close distance, let alone for more than ten seconds?”

In the cafe, Camus’s tone had completely changed, the previously sincere and fearful demeanor was gone.

At the same time, the tentacles that were originally entwined around him had also all turned into a bizarre state covered with eyeballs, losing their binding force.

Faced with such an unprecedented spectacle, Fu Qian curiously sized it up and down and didn’t rush to react.

“Indeed, you’re not normal.”

Upon seeing this, Camus revealed a hint of a cold smile.

“Do you feel your body is a mess, with a growing sense of losing control?”

“I said a normally ascended demigod, how could one end up like this, not even showing the Mythical Form.”

“Although changing one’s appearance is nothing for Transcendents, as a senior Transcendent with soul abilities, I can clearly sense the exuberance in your consciousness.”

“A demigod who’s at most a few decades old? Or the least technical in terms of flesh and blood abilities? You make it hard for me not to be reminded of someone named Ariel.”

“What an unexpected gain, other than the Council, there seems to be someone else who can achieve this! I believe Ya Yu will be quite interested.”

“Who is Ya Yu?”

After letting him brag for a moment, Fu Qian finally asked.

“Good question!”

After hearing it, Camus let out a string of cold laughs.

“Actually, I’d also like to know who he is.”

“Aren’t you very concerned about what we’re doing here? This operation is organized by him.”

“You’ll be taken there as my Puppet, and I’m sure he will be interested in you.”

“Enough talk, the Night Watchman should be here soon; we don’t have much time. Do you want to know what happened to you?”

What happened?

Fu Qian silently surveyed the surroundings, noticing that everyone in the cafe had succumbed to a state of ecstatic revelry.

Not to mention that Camus had been targeted long before, just the commotion alone was enough to attract the Night Watchman without surprise.

“I don’t want to.”

In the next moment, he withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

“…You don’t want to know?”

Realizing what Fu Qian had said, Old Master Camus looked at him incredulously, almost choking on his own saliva.

“It’s good to be confused, I’m always easy-going.”

Fu Qian stated it as if it were a matter of course.

“Speaking of which, you know we don’t have much time before the Night Watchman arrives, so why waste time babbling with me?”

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Looking at the suddenly silent Camus, Fu Qian squeezed his eyes.

“Sorry, I have no lingering attachments about dying in clarity this time, so I’m not ready to listen to your victory speech; just go ahead and start.”

How can there be such a terrible guy!

Fu Qian’s response had clearly broken some cognitive limit of Old Master Camus.

For a moment, the latter glared with unreasonable anger, staring at Fu Qian as if facing the murderer of his father.

“Why haven’t you started? Hurry up.”

Fu Qian even began to urge him, with a provoking smile on his face.

“Is it… if I don’t know, then your Puppet plan cannot continue?”

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“You’re not stupid, but so what!”

Facing Fu Qian’s provocation, Old Master Camus gritted his teeth, almost admitting the implication.

“Even if you have thought of this point, do you think you have a way to refuse?”

“Due to the difference in tiers, I indeed had no way to deal with you.”

“But in the long career of a Transcendent, I’ve thought too many times about how to deal with monsters of pure flesh and blood power just like you.”

The next moment, he raised his hand, and a dense mass of blood-colored lines wriggled on his skin, spreading out in all directions.

These eerie patterns crisscrossed each other, slicing the skin and flesh into indescribable patterns, making the body seem like a gathering of countless strange creatures.

Just one glance made one feel like their own flesh and blood structure was being twisted.

“Of course, the best plan is the one I got from Ya Yu.”

“Believe me, the Council’s accumulation of research on flesh power far exceeds your imagination.”

“This is the Godblood Curse, said to originate from the blood of a True God, one of the Native Council’s earliest finds.”

“Once afflicted, without specific preparation, even a Demigod has no way to be immune.”

As Camus spoke, the thumb on one of his hands came to life, struggling fiercely, and after a few seconds, it completely broke free and fell onto his wrist.

Immediately after, the nail on the thumb rapidly lengthened, transforming it into the likeness of a legless beetle.

“I just activated the talisman I got from Ya Yu, and now we’re both cursed.”

As he spoke, the beetle that Camus’s thumb had become crawled a few steps and then burrowed under his skin, quickly beginning to travel.

And to this horrifying scene, he appeared completely unconcerned.

“The physical body is far less reliable than the spirit. Too bad you fools will never understand.”

The next moment, a normal-looking, phantom shadow of a thumb appeared on his mutilated palm, completing his existence in some special way.

“This Curse is almost specifically targeting the flesh structure, and naturally, my resistance is worse than yours.”

“The problem is, the stable state of the body is far less important to me than it is to you.”

Camus spoke with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

“In fact, if you had let me go just now, I wouldn’t have taken such a risk.”

“Now we both are under the Curse, our bodies in a semi-uncontrollable state.”

“Under these circumstances, my advantages can come into play.”

“Have you noticed, I don’t need to open my mouth for my voice to appear in your consciousness? This is just the beginning.”

“The seed of corruption has been planted, and soon you will not be able to distinguish which thoughts are your own and which are my suggestions.”

“You guessed right, I actually need your awareness of it because any psychological discernment you undertake as a result will only speed up the process.”

“If you were not aware of it, the process would be much slower.”

“But what use is your correct guess? As soon as I mention it, you can’t help but think in that direction.”

As he spoke, Camus’s body was completely disfigured.

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“Anyway, I originally only planned to hide using your identity, but now it seems to be an unexpected windfall.”

“Don’t worry, once I have complete control, I’ll suppress the Curse and won’t let this rare puppet completely fall apart.”

Is that so?

Fu Qian looked at the tentacles that now covered his eyeballs and then glanced at the triumphant Camus, clicking his tongue.

Old man, I can understand your feelings, but fighting desperately is one thing, overindulging in self-hypnosis is not a good habit.