Myris carefully adjusted the experimental panels below the two culture tanks and said, "The Tyrant can perfectly modify the structure of the Resurrection Worm, evolving the originally fragile and difficult-to-reproduce adult worm into a completely new parasite."
"This parasite can devour the organs and tissues of any organic organism and convert them into physiological nutrients for self-replication; moreover, it retains the original characteristics of the resurrection worm. In the case of two subjects, the soul of one will be transferred to the other by the worm's body, and the latter will be able to use the other's soul to control the former's body."
Mylis finished the final adjustments and let out a long sigh of relief: "Simply put, this parasite, which transcends the laws of nature, can extract the soul of its host and inject it into the mother. The body, stripped of its soul, then becomes a puppet that the mother can control at will."
Looking at the Tyrant and the Resurrection Worm inside the jar, Throat Bone smiled and said, "So far, this cute little guy doesn't have a proper name yet."
What do you plan to call it?
After a moment of hesitation, the man in the throat suddenly spoke: "To be buried alive with the dead."
Mylis frowned. "Funeral sacrifice? A strange name."
The throat bone slowly explained, “The god you know accuses mankind of the seven deadly sins: gluttony, lust, wrath, sloth, sorrow, vanity, and pride. But in my view, mankind’s sins stem from their innate desires, and desires become uncontrollable because of the existence of the flesh.”
Mylis looked puzzled: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Man's sin is God's sin. The latter made a huge mistake at the beginning of the creation of life. He gave all mankind the most useless and evil thing, which is life."
Mylis was startled: "Life is useless and evil? What are you talking about?!"
"Without life, creatures will no longer be subject to the desires of the flesh, and all meaningless thoughts will be replaced by reason and restraint. Like you and me, the immortals, we are no longer entangled in moral constraints and emotional shackles. We do not need food, we have abandoned lust, we are far from anger and sorrow, we are never satisfied with the present, and we drive everything with action."
The throat bone opened its arms: "We are the best way for consciousness to exist, and life, what is life?"
Mylis took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously.
"Life is a painful plague, a trap set by evil gods, and the source of all evil. And these parasites before us will be the sacrificial angels for all life!"
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