Human accounts are forced to reach max level

His dull eyes stayed in the direction Miyamoto Musashi left for a while, but in the end he did not follow him.

Because the dark tentacles instinctively sensed that there seemed to be a terrifying existence in the direction where the low-level humanoid creature was heading.

That is the current parasitic host, an existence that is absolutely irresistible.

The wings flapped, creating strong winds, and the arakkoa rose directly into the sky.

It will continue to "observe" and "evaluate" the world everywhere, looking for possible mysterious existences or threats.

At this time, existences like it have spread throughout most of Tokyo.

"Gah!"

The ominous crow echoed in the night sky.

...

A remote street several miles away.

A burly and strong figure was holding on to the wall with his hands, still breathing heavily.

The durable coat had been completely torn apart, revealing a strong body with many ferocious claw marks and dripping with blood.

"Cough, cough!"

After coughing twice violently, Yudi Dubu finally regained his breath.

Alas, I am getting older after all. I am not as energetic as I was when I was young. After playing for so long, I am already so tired that I can’t breathe.

While he was laughing at himself, his only remaining eye was staring at a cat corpse that was almost the size of a calf in a pool of blood on the ground not far ahead.

There were countless signs of beatings on it.

Whether it is hand penetration, kick knife, tiger's mouth punch, toe kick, or six wave flashback, or even the forbidden move technique that has been sealed by him and cannot be used, etc.

He has tried his best to use karate to the extreme.

But they didn't manage to give the opponent a real fatal blow. Instead, they gave it a final try, withstood the opponent's bite, and used brute force and technique to completely break his neck. Only then did he finally win. .

"It's really hard to win. This guy is much better than the Siberian tiger."

Yudi Dubu commented with a plain face, and then began to worry about the wounds on his body.

This is not possible. In such a miserable state, he cannot go...

"Hey, what do I want to do when I go out tonight?"

Yuchi Dubu was stunned, and touched his bald head with a confused look on his face. He did not notice that the wounds on his body were beginning to heal rapidly, contrary to common sense.

"It's strange. I can't remember it. This memory seems to be really old."

In the end, he shook his head helplessly, gave up the memory, turned around and walked back home.

Only the cat corpse that looked like it existed in a horror movie was left, quietly flowing with blood on the spot.

The smell of blood began to spread, but it no longer gave off that weird smell.

Those tiny dark tentacles hidden deep in the flesh, bones and brain, I don’t know when...

All have disappeared.

"Hey, let's stop by the convenience store when we go back and buy some midnight snacks or something."

Yudi Dubu murmured to himself, his walking posture was shaky, and his movements were inexplicably stiff.

And in the process, this man's burly and strong body was still slowly getting taller.

A dark tentacle extended from the ear hole, swayed twice, and then quickly retracted.

[Connect to the nervous system and start to acquire brain memory...]

The lights on the roadside flickered slightly.

The surrounding environment was unusually quiet.

...

A deserted park somewhere.

Streetlights were bent, trees were broken, and several benches seemed to have been ripped into pieces by something.

The ground nearby was covered with splattered blood, with countless shurikens stuck in it, and traces of smoke bombs everywhere.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and the smoke of a battlefield at the same time.

At this time, a flame suddenly appeared, swaying slightly in the wind.

After casually throwing away the almost scrapped finger tiger and lighting a cigarette with a lighter, Izo Motobu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a thick stream of white smoke.

"I almost lost my life."

Izo Motobu smiled reluctantly. The coat made of aramid fiber was almost completely torn, and the chainmail inside also had a lot of wear and tear.

The solid protective gear forged from fine iron that was tightly tied to the wrists and legs and covered under the clothes also had deep claw marks or bite marks, and could no longer be used.

But in the end they were all blocked.

No matter how many bones were broken, how serious the internal injuries were, and even the lungs used for breathing were damaged, and he was in an extremely embarrassing state, one fact could not be denied.

That is, he won the final victory in this unexpected death battle in the park.

Holding back the severe pain all over his body, Izang looked tiredly at the strange giant lizard more than ten meters away, which was completely unable to move.

The behemoth's body was covered with different cold weapons on its vital points and joints. Continuous explosions of smoke bombs left scorched black marks on the broken scales.

The copper locks that penetrated the upper and lower jaws were tightly wrapped around the mouth, and the short-handled sickle connected to the other end of the iron rope was completely nailed to a large tree surrounded by one person.

The real fatal blow was an ice pick that penetrated deeply from the eye socket and shattered the brain.

"Ahem, it's been a long time since I've had such strenuous activity."

Choking on the cigarette, he coughed twice more. Izo lowered his head and put the lighter back into his pocket naturally.

And then the next moment...

"boom!!!"

Several smoke bombs were suddenly thrown behind them, and they collided with a small figure that was shooting towards them. They suddenly erupted into violent fire and thick fog.

A embarrassed figure rushed out of the smoke area first and rolled several times on the ground.

After stopping his momentum and standing up, without any hesitation, Honbu Izo took out a stainless steel flask that he carried with him, took a big gulp into his mouth, and pressed the lighter switch.

"puff--!"

The sprayed wine met the burning flames and turned into a wave of flames that rushed forward, engulfing the small tentacles that had been broken into pieces in the thick fog area and rushed towards them at the same time.

And this wasn't over yet. Izo quickly repeated this behavior several times. It wasn't until the wine in the jug was empty and he threw out all the remaining smoke bombs that he reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hiss - it's a wound."

Motobu Izo frowned slightly, but his eyes were always looking ahead vigilantly, and his injured body was completely tense.

He sensed something was wrong before he got close to the big guy who looked like a red-eyed eagle lizard.

He felt that the other person didn't look like a living creature. No, more accurately, it seemed like something was controlling his body. Although his movements were unusually fast, there was also an inexplicable stiffness.

It's like ants controlled by zombie fungi in nature.

So he had already been prepared and waited until now.

After a while, under the watchful gaze of Yizang from the headquarters, the thick fog gradually dissipated.

Some charred "corpses" on the ground, whether they were earthworms or small snakes, were revealed.

"...Are they all dead?"

He said to himself hesitantly, but he had no intention of stepping forward to check.

After all, the injuries he suffered now were too serious.

"puff!"

He covered his mouth with his right hand, blood seeping from between his fingers.

Motobu Yizang staggered back a step, feeling that his brain was beginning to lack oxygen, which was a sign of excessive blood loss.

"No, you have to go back to the dojo quickly to take care of your injuries. An injury of this magnitude cannot be delayed."

The breathing in his mouth was getting heavier and faster, and Izou glanced at the monitor lizard body ten meters away, as well as the mess nearby.

"I have to call Mr. Tokugawa and ask him to help send someone to take care of the venue."

By the way, I want to confirm again whether that guy knows anything about this strange creature.

Izo Motobu thought this in his heart, covering his weak left arm with his right hand, and walked towards the road home step by step, staggering away from here.

What he didn't know was.

Not long after he left, the charred "corpses" on the ground suddenly twitched a few times, then disentangled themselves and transformed into tiny pitch-black tentacles again.

And began to divide continuously.

After a while, the dusty ground turned black, as if someone had evenly spread black hair here.

The next moment, the "black-haired" people poured into the nearby jungle like a wave.

There are many small animals or insects hiding there that dare not make a sound.

So, it didn't take long.

In the darkness, pairs of dull eyes appeared.

...

at the same time.

A simple house with an open-air courtyard.

A figure that humans cannot look directly at, wearing a shabby black robe, silently took back the hand that was placed on the head of the human in front of him.

"Inferior civilization, inferior race."

Indescribable murmurs sounded. Karsus didn't care about the sluggish expressions of the humans in front of him, as well as the missing souls. Instead, he looked up at the full moon in the sky and began to think.

His birth was an accident and a incomplete and imperfect existence.

Karsus knew these two points very well in his heart.

Even the knowledge and abilities inherited from those two great beings were pitiful. With his current level of strength, in his cognition, he was far from qualified to call himself a "god".

However, if it only devours the intelligent life on this planet, that would be enough.

After all, based on the information obtained from the memory of this low-level humanoid creature named Kyoichiro Sabe, he believed that the only way this race called humans could pose a threat to itself was through "nuclear explosions."

"The carbon-based organisms currently used as the host body are still too weak."

Karsus glanced at his body indifferently. Inside, covered by a black robe and wrapped with tentacles, was an individual existence named Pico.

Its physical strength barely reaches the "load" required to act as a main body.

He is different from the two great beings who came from the starry sky and the deep sea respectively, and his abilities and ways of existence have mutated.

He needs a powerful enough host body and a sufficient amount of surging energy.

In this way, He can begin to complete himself, improve his status, move closer to the superior existence in memory, and even...

Become the only god of this new universe.

"Devouring intelligent life can have considerable beneficial effects on myself at this stage. The relevant information can be collected tonight."

The figure in black robe began to slowly turn into nothingness, transforming into the form of a spiritual body.

Before disappearing completely, several pitch-black tentacles suddenly broke away from the hem of the worn black robe and penetrated into the body of Sabe Kyoichiro, who had completely lost consciousness.

[The parasitism is successful, the three elements begin to distort, the body functions are improved, and relevant brain memories are acquired...]

Just a few seconds.

His disheveled white hair was dyed black, his glasses fell to the ground, and three pairs of eyes as dense as a spider's compound eyes slowly opened.

Inserting the long knife that had already been entangled with flesh and blood lines into the soil, the terrifying figure that had risen to more than two meters tall knelt down on one knee and lowered his head deeply, with a pious and fanatical expression on his face.

"Go and add more of the same kind."

After leaving a casual last word, Karsus left the place directly.

He also needs to become familiar with his current abilities, and...