Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 247 Dickinson's Purpose

In the face of Dickinson's question, Roger didn't say a word. From the current point of view, he didn't notice any hidden dangers in himself.

However, listening to Dickinson's words, otherworldly souls like them will definitely conflict with the body they are using. When the conflict intensifies to a certain extent, they can only abandon this body.

"Has the body's original consciousness awakened?"

Dickinson asked.

"I'm not at this stage yet."

Roger gave an ambiguous answer.

"I have investigated your information. You appeared here from the very beginning. According to that time node, it should only be a few months, right?"

Roger did not answer, and Dickinson took it as his acquiescence.

"For a few months, even if there is conflict, it should be minor, but then you will face new troubles."

Dickinson reached out and scratched his neck a few times. Roger noticed that the place where his fingernails had scratched showed a little bit of luster similar to metal.

"What the hell is this guy?"

"It's definitely not human."

And the us he mentioned represent that there are many other souls who are similar to him and keep in touch with him.

This is really a very scary question. These people erased the soul imprint of the original owner of the body, the chicken occupies Nestle, and continues to live in the identity of the other party.

If he didn't take the initiative to say it himself, it would be difficult for the people around him to find out.

"In order to occupy this body and try not to cause too much damage to the body, I can only eat away the soul of the original owner of the body little by little."

"It went on for a long time, and to be honest, it wasn't a pleasant experience."

Dickinson continued.

"The soul is wiped out, and the body is equivalent to dead, but we re-occupy the body and dominate its activities."

"The body is between life and death. Over time, new problems will arise. The living body will spontaneously give birth to new consciousnesses. These consciousnesses are very immature and do not have much thinking ability."

"But because they are spontaneously generated by this body, from a congenital point of view, they are more compatible with this body than we are."

"To avoid interference with our control, we can only wipe it out again."

"Once or twice is fine. After a long time and more times, the body will cause irreparable damage, plus the world's rejection of us..."

Dickinson sighed.

"By that time, the body will malfunction, and we will have to be forced to get a new body."

"This is my third body."

Dickinson smiled at Roger.

"It is for this reason that I do a lot of research on the history of the vicinity of Bordeaux."

It's unclear how often Dickinson changed his body, but it's clear that he must have lived in the Bordeaux area for some time.

"Is there no solution to this abnormal conflict between soul and body?"

Roger asked.

"As far as I know, no."

Dickinson shook his head, "In the final analysis, this kind of conflict is the conflict of the rules of the world. The methods we currently have can only alleviate it, but not completely eradicate it."

"By remission you mean..."

Although there is no problem with his own body now, Roger has to be vigilant and wait until the conflict is inevitable...

He didn't want to change his body at the time.

This means that he will throw away everything he has accumulated before, strength is second, and more importantly, friends and other relationships he has made.

"For now, there are only two options."

Dickinson held out two fingers.

"The first way is to quickly improve the strength of the body. The birth of a new consciousness requires a relatively stable environment. When your strength no longer improves and your body no longer changes."

"It's often easier to speed up the process."

Dickinson glanced at Roger, "You have just entered the supernatural, and your strength has been improving rapidly during this period of time, and the possibility of conflict is relatively low."

"But the later the strength is improved, the slower it is, and problems will easily occur by then."

Roger nodded and took note.

This information does not seem to have been summed up by Dickinson himself, but should be the result of a collective trial by a group.

"The other way?" Roger asked again.

This method seems simple, but no one can guarantee that the strength has been improving rapidly. When the bottleneck is reached, the body will change accordingly.

"The other method is much simpler than this."

Dickinson's fingernails ran across the table, "Burst Land."

"Being in the cursed land can suppress this situation to the greatest extent, and the cursed land above medium has complete operating rules."

"There, both our bodies and our souls, are like foreign objects, and this conflicting environment minimizes the confrontation between us and our bodies."

Dickinson pointed to himself, "I was in Crescent City below Bordeaux for a long time until I had to leave."

"Have to leave?"

Roger asked suspiciously.

"Staying there will lessen the conflict between soul and body, but over time there will come a day when that place will no longer work for us."

"And that's the biggest drawback of the second solution."

"What if there is a new cursed land?" Roger had an idea in his heart.

Dickinson smiled.

"Do you think there are many cursed places that meet the requirements?"

"Take a step back, even if you do find such a place, you may not have the chance to stay there for a long time."

"After all, the cursed land that meets the requirements is the most precious secret for every force. Without accumulation and identity recognition, you can't enter there at all, let alone stay there for a long time."

Roger thought for a while and found that what Dickinson said really made sense, "A cursed place that meets the requirements?" He was a little doubtful.

"We don't know the specific rules. After all, the rules of each world have their particularities. If your body is abnormal, you will be able to notice it the first time you enter there."

Roger frowned in thought.

He thought of the misty hut. If there was a conflict, he didn't know where it was...

If all this is true, even if there is no abnormality in his body now, he needs to plan ahead.

Draining the cold coffee in the cup, Roger looked at Dickinson, who was sitting across from him.

"So much has been said, but there's one thing I still can't figure out."

He stared into Dickinson's eyes, "Tell me so many things, what's your purpose?"

"Purpose."

Dickinson nodded.

"I do have my own purposes, but again, what I do is good for you."

"I need your help."

He reached out and scratched his neck.

"I think you should see that the body I'm using now is about to die, and I need to get a new one."