Chapter 167

Inside Zhou Ming's body, the heart is beating violently in the chest cavity, but gradually, gradually, a second, a third... until seven hearts are beating simultaneously within his shell.

Each contraction pumps out surging vitality, and the blood flows like a river.

The brain in the cranial cavity trembles, the nerve network grows wildly like vines, a second, a third... until five brains are distributed in his body and operate simultaneously, thinking is intertwined like electric light, and consciousness is split and reorganized in countless dimensions.

His bones are humming, his muscles are squirming, his blood vessels are spreading like tree roots, and some terrifying power is awakening within him.

And Zhou Ming, who is sleeping, knows nothing about this.

However, in his sleep, his body suddenly shrinks slightly, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he touched something shuddering at some moment; but soon, that strange tension dissipates, and his breathing returns to stability.

The night passes quietly.

When the morning sun spills in through the gap in the curtains, Zhou Ming opens his eyes abruptly.

He sits up almost instinctively, his movements so smooth that it's unbelievable, as if his body had long adapted to such explosive power; logically speaking, he shouldn't have discovered the abnormality of his body just after waking up, but he can't help it because there are five brains turning in his body.

He blinks, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes. Strange, why is his mind so clear?

No matter whether he slept on the bed or elsewhere before, he would be a bit dizzy after waking up, but now, his thinking is as if it had been washed by clear water, terrifyingly clear.

Therefore, he clearly perceived the abnormality of his body, a body completely different from his previously unexercised body, replaced by a sense of power he had never experienced before.

He looks down at his arms. The lines of his ordinary arms are now covered with smooth and tight muscles, his skin is so pale that it is almost transparent, and he can even vaguely see the blue blood vessels underneath.

He subconsciously touches his abdomen. The touch is the distinct abdominal muscles, hard and cold, like carefully carved marble.

Then, his gaze moves down—

Hmm???

Hmm!!!

Zhou Ming bounces off the chair instantly, rushing into the bathroom almost like a flash. He presses the light, and looks up at the mirror abruptly.

Then, he is stunned.

What is reflected in the mirror is a strange yet familiar face.

Pale skin like snow, distinct jawline, under the high nose bridge is a pair of eyes slightly glowing red, and in the depths of the pupils, some inhuman depth seems to be flowing.

His lip color is extremely light, but inexplicably reveals an eerie sense of beauty, his black hair is scattered messily on his forehead, and a dark blue luster is vaguely visible between his hair strands.

His whole face is so handsome that it is almost inhumane, like a character walking out of a manga, but it also carries a certain creepy inhuman sense.

Zhou Ming slowly lifts his hand and touches his face.

The person in the mirror also makes the same movement.

The touch under his fingertips is cold and delicate, as if touching a work of art.

"This... is me?"

"Is this really me?!"

His voice is trembling, but not because of fear, but a kind of almost absurd excitement; the self in the mirror widens his eyes slightly, and then, the corners of his mouth slowly hook into an arc.

—That is an eerie and perfect smile that no human can ever show.

After the joy, Zhou Ming forcibly suppresses the excitement in his heart and begins to analyze the situation calmly.

"A whole day has passed..."

"That is to say, from the time I fell asleep yesterday to now, more than twenty hours have passed, not the two or three hours I thought."

He looks at the date on his phone, his brows slightly furrowed.

He walks slowly to the living room, his gaze scanning the empty tabletop, then opens the cabinet door. The Spark Lens is still lying quietly among other collectibles, with no abnormality.

"Yesterday I only bought two things, the Spark Lens and that plastic flower."

"The Spark Lens has no changes, and even if the Spark Lens is a Myriad Realms treasure, it shouldn't contain any factors that could cause me to have such a big change."

"So, it's that plastic flower."

This conclusion can be more certain, after all, after he woke up, the flower had disappeared.

But a more critical question emerges in his mind.

"I can be 100% sure that the flower yesterday was definitely an ordinary plastic product."

"That cheap touch, the rough seams, it could never be what a Myriad Realms treasure should look like."

"At least when I was conscious, it was still a plastic flower."

"So it was during the process of me falling asleep that the flower changed, experienced dimensional invasion, and transformed into a real Myriad Realms treasure."

But which "flower" in the Myriad Realms would cause such a change in people?

Or does the "flower" itself not have such ability, but has a very deep connection with a certain character?

Zhou Ming is thinking, but in fact, he already has a guess in his heart, just unwilling to believe it.

After his emotions were calmed, he found that he had extremely strong control over every part of his body, and could even split his body into countless pieces in an instant, and then reorganize them.

He can also freely change his appearance, gender, smell, etc., an ability to completely change anything that is visible to the naked eye.

In addition, many abilities that he found extremely familiar appeared in his mind.

But precisely because they were familiar, he was unwilling to believe it.

"Five brains... seven hearts..."

"Pale skin color, huge vitality, although I haven't tried it, I can imagine the terrifying self-healing ability, extreme control over every part of the body, can easily change into another person..."

These characteristics are too obvious.

So obvious that he almost doesn't need to think to know who the power he obtained originated from.

"Muzan Kibutsuji."

The ancestor of demons who has lived for a thousand years in *Demon Slayer*, the absolute ruler of demons, who calls himself an "infinitely perfect creature," a monster with an almost immortal body.

"But if the power I possess originates from Muzan, why am I not afraid of the sun?"

Zhou Ming looks at the sunlight that has already penetrated into the room outside the window. He is in the sunlight, but there is no abnormality.

It's impossible that it doesn't work through the window, right?

He opens the window and tentatively reaches his hand toward a ray of sunlight by the window. His skin is still intact under the light.

No burning sensation, no pain, and no smoke from his skin.

If it were Muzan, it would be impossible; or did he only obtain Muzan's power, without the side effect of being afraid of the sun?

No, no, no, no matter how you think about it, it's impossible. It should be the reason for that flower.

(End of chapter)