"You mean... when you become a first-order being, although your sanity and memories return, but..."
Do you feel a sense of alienation from those memories?
Zhang Zimin frowned as he looked at the mutated creature in front of him and asked in a deep voice.
"Heh... Think it through before you answer. You should be able to imagine the consequences of deceiving me."
He followed the instructions and successfully located the first-order mutant.
This mutated entity appears as a hazy black smoke, ranging in size from a hundred kilometers to the size of a person.
The pitch-black color seemed to represent some kind of extreme "evil" and extreme "depravity," making Zhang Zimin unable to help but have all sorts of evil thoughts just by looking at it.
This includes, but is not limited to, indulging oneself, taking the "bracelet" given to one's own by Meng Yi, betraying Redemption for greater benefits, and harboring resentment towards Xuan Shengqi:
"Why can he grasp divinity while I can't? What am I lacking? Redemption... they don't trust me!"
Every now and then, a thick, disgusting black liquid dripped from this cloud of black smoke, carrying a strong, pungent smell like sulfur.
At the same time, black viscous fluid also flowed from Zhang Zimin's eyes and the corners of his mouth, and his breathing gradually became heavy without his realizing it.
“Old Zhang, you can’t let your guard down and ignore your own situation just because I’m here.”
A sudden burst of light dispelled the abnormal condition on Zhang Zimin, and the mechanically constructed "Meng Yi" had no choice but to speak.
Suddenly, a dozen disgusting mouths, full of yellow teeth and drooling, split open from the black smoke, repeatedly opening and closing as if begging for mercy.
"I'm sorry, please spare me, please spare me! I didn't mean to, I couldn't control my appearance at all."
It's normal for it to be afraid.
Due to the recent series of major events, especially the global flooding, it has been hiding underground and playing dead for quite some time.
Suddenly two people appeared, beat it up, and then said they had some questions to ask it.
Besides bowing its head, it didn't know what else it could do.
Mechanical engineer Meng Yi waved his hand impatiently, "Answer the question, don't say anything else."
Yes, yes, yes.
Black Smoke replied hastily, "Before I became a mutant, or when I was a ladybug, I... I don't have many memories of that time."
As for the mutated beings I devoured during my growth, they did not retain any memories.
So, what difference does it make whether those insignificant memories are there or not in my twenty-odd years as an alien? Shouldn't I distance myself from them?
To be honest, regaining my senses feels like being reborn.
Once he returned to normal, Zhang Zimin whispered a reminder to Meng Yi: "Yu Xuan and An Ge should be different; their memories as humans last far longer than thirty years."
If they return to Tier 1 from their alienated state, they will regain their memories along with their new life. What's the difference between that and being reborn?
Indeed, the Grand Arbitrator and Ange are different from other mutants; if everything goes smoothly, they will become mutants in a very short time.
Meng Yi nodded thoughtfully.
He slowly asked, "If Ange and the others become mutants, in addition to absorbing extraordinary power, they also have to absorb more pollution... what should be done?"
That's very likely.
For ordinary mutants, pollution and supernatural power coexist, and the more powerful the mutant, the higher the "concentration" of these two in the body.
Considering this in conjunction with the nature goddess's claim that "pollution suppresses extraordinary power"...
After the Great Arbitrators became alien beings, in addition to dealing with the issue of containing supernatural power, they also had to deal with the issue of containing pollution.
"Don't worry, Cen Qiyun and Shang Shuyan have been conducting research on pollution and the real world."
Although no decisive results were achieved, significantly increasing pollution concentrations is still not a problem.
Zhang Zimin's answer reassured Meng Yi.
Then, he chuckled and looked at the black smoke swirling in front of him, asking meaningfully, "What power do you wield?"
The black smoker's attitude in response remained respectful:
"The power I wield is called 'Degeneration'."
I can incite the depravity of people and things, amplify their evil intentions, cause people to sink into depravity, and make things decay. I can also use this to create illusions and infiltrate people's hearts...
The authority of "degeneration" seems to fit in some way with "lust," "darkness," or "chaos."
This thought immediately came to Meng Yi's mind. Recently, he had been paying close attention to the combination of various powers.
He gently shook his head and continued to ask:
"There's another question: how do you speak human language?"
The disgusting mouth on the black smoke hesitated, opening and closing: "Because... I... I can only learn from humans, I... everything else..."
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