I'm a villain, not a devil

Chapter 740 Sean's Works

The strange eight-armed swordsman stood in front of Sean, a blank look in his inhuman eyes.

Sean had his eyes closed and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. The eight-handed swordsman in front of him suddenly let out a scream and eventually turned into a piece of meat and fell to the ground.

"Failed……"

Sean looked unhappy. This eight-armed swordsman was one of the monster types he modeled. Now he wanted to turn him into a puppet but failed. This made him feel unhappy as if his private property had been taken away.

"It shouldn't be... But at the Crimson level, my corrupt swamp already contains the lizardman Rotor, so it's impossible to contain other puppets of the same level. Can't I just transform a Crimson?"

Sean was a little puzzled. With his current strength, it would not be difficult to transform a crimson-level monster into a puppet.

But just now, he paid a lot of mental energy, but the eight-handed swordsman's mental barrier was only holding on to the last bit of his own territory, and he refused to obey, even going so far as to disintegrate in order to resist Sean's erosion.

Logically speaking, the flesh and blood monsters formed in this strange place have basically no self-awareness, and their violent and disordered spiritual world is a big trouble for other strong people with mental control, but they should not be enough in front of Sean's corrupt swamp.

"Is there something wrong... or is it because the Eight-Handed Swordsman appeared in the wrong place?"

As a product of Sean's modeling, the Eight-Handed Swordsman was not an abandoned project or a draft. On the contrary, Sean invested a lot of energy in the models of this batch of monsters. However, in the test version released at the beginning, considering various factors, the Eight-Handed Swordsman was not added to the existing monster lineup.

According to the original plan, these monsters would appear as elite bosses in several special copies in the second major version - and for the convenience of subsequent updates, the studio did not deliberately split the model data, but placed it directly in the original game data package.

They were just a small studio at the time, and there was no way to prevent others from unpacking unreleased game data - of course, the studio also had some little ideas. These well-designed complete models being unpacked could increase players' expectations, which was equivalent to warming up the next version in advance.

However, after Sean traveled through time, he never saw these unreleased monster models. He just thought that the data had not been detailed by this world and did not think much about it.

Later, Sean obtained a new version of the game from the small world projection of the earth. He also did not see these models when playing, but considering that he had no idea who made this new version, he simply did not take it to heart.

I didn't expect that the next time I saw these monsters that I created with my own hands would be in this so-called "God-forsaken Land".

There must be some connection.

Sean tried to transform the Eight-Armed Swordsman into his own puppet, naturally in order to decipher the memory fragments in his consciousness, whether it was from the God-Forsaken Land or other aspects, Sean needed them very much.

What if he really found some clues?
But I don’t know if it was because of the special nature of the God-Forsaken Land or the special nature of the Eight-Armed Swordsman, but the transformation actually failed.

After staring at the piece of meat on the ground and thinking for a while, other monsters attacked again.

The monster that appeared this time was not Sean's work. He also activated the corrupt swamp. After a while, the monster that looked like the royal ghost of the Circle of Justice lay obediently on the ground.

Sean gently hooked his fingers, and the other person rolled on the spot like a docile pet.

"It's a normal transformation. As I expected, a flesh monster, a creature with almost no self-awareness, is easier and more straightforward to control. I need to issue clear instructions, and it is also not affected by the instincts of the flesh... This monster is obviously stronger than the eight-handed swordsman before, why is it so simple?"

Sean frowned and stood there waiting for a while, then several more monsters attacked.

He repeated the process of transforming the other party into a puppet and quickly made a judgment.

A total of six monsters attacked, one of which was also his creation. It was shaped like a flesh-and-blood puppet of a dancer, and the transformation into a puppet failed.

Among the remaining five, four were native flesh and blood monsters from the God-Forsaken Land. They were transformed as smoothly as the previous one. There were no obstacles to erosion, transformation, and manipulation. At the same time, the difficulty of transformation also changed accordingly according to their strength.

The last one is a large mass of white flesh with green hair and many limbs attached to it, and those limbs even retain some of Sean's habits when he was modeling - it should be that the monsters in the God-forsaken Land also fight each other, and one of the monsters he modeled was swallowed and assembled by the original flesh and blood monster.

The strength of this monster was not high, but Sean encountered considerable trouble in transforming it and spent a lot of mental energy to barely complete the transformation.

Unfortunately, the little self-awareness this monster had left was all focused on its body, which was a ball of hairy white meat, and no useful information was found in it.

After a rough comparative experiment, Sean was able to draw a fairly accurate conclusion.

The monsters he modeled were indeed different, making it impossible for him, the actual owner of the work, to control them - and the monsters that were combined into two also had uncontrollable characteristics, but because the original monsters were transformable, Sean could barely control them.

The problem still lies with the monsters he modeled.

"That shouldn't be the case... No matter what type of monster it is, it appears randomly, and its aggression towards me is the same, which proves that its self-awareness has long been affected in the God-Forsaken Land... Could it be that there is some existence that doesn't want to see me control my own creation?"

Sean frowned slightly. If this was true and effective, it would mean another point, that his original idea was correct - if he could control his model creature as a puppet, perhaps he could dig out useful information from its memory fragments.

"It's just that the God-Forsaken Land has disappeared for many years. If I hadn't found Nieqi, I wouldn't have known about it... Moreover, the flesh and blood monsters in this place are in a process of devouring and splicing each other. They can almost be regarded as a weird race."

"The models I made are at least the elite BOSSes in the special dungeons at that time. They should not be the types that can reproduce in large numbers... The most important thing is, according to Nieqi, the God-Forsaken Land has a long history. Did the monsters I made appear at that time? This does not match the timeline..."

"But I agreed to his request because I saw my work in the image of the God-Forsaken Land shown to me by the Eye of Nieqi. That was Nieqi's memory image, so the monster I created must have appeared hundreds of years ago, before the rules of the world where the gods could not descend were implemented, otherwise Nieqi would not have seen it."

Something wrong with the timeline?
Sean was in doubt.

A moment later, he turned all the puppets he had just transformed into pieces of meat and walked in another direction.

If the method of transforming puppets doesn't work, try other methods.

This place was indeed disorienting. Even though Sean began to intentionally control his perception, he still couldn't get a clear direction. Moreover, he encountered no less than three sudden changes in terrain. As he walked, the terrain around him and even under his feet would change. After walking for a while, he himself didn't even know whether he was moving forward or backward, or just going around in circles.

"It seems to be an illusion... but this illusion does not simply affect mental power... To be more precise, it is more like a weakened world rule of this alien space? The rule is to make outsiders lost? Interesting..." Once again attacked by the flesh and blood monster, this time Sean just fought with the opponent and then disappeared on the spot.

The flesh and blood monster, whose strength was only at the deep red level, could not possibly detect Sean's hiding. It roared angrily for a while, and when it finally found that the enemy had disappeared, it moved its abnormally swollen thighs and walked in a certain direction.

Sean did not leave, he just disappeared into the surrounding space and quietly followed the monster.

If you are a foreigner who has just arrived, it is better to find a tour guide.

The monster seemed to be slow, but due to its huge size, it could move quite far. Sean followed it slowly, wanting to see what its movements would be like when there were no enemies.

After a while, the monster came to a landform that was different from when it first entered the God-Forsaken Land. Here, magma and blood rivers flowed on the ground, and the sky was dyed bright red by the rising blood mist.

The monster was wandering around carrying a huge bone stick, and soon it met another monster that was also wandering around.

The two monsters seemed to be staring at each other, and after a moment, they both roared.

They started fighting.

"The monsters in this place really don't have any similarities. When they meet, they just fight..."

Sean watched from the sidelines, and soon the monster he was following was victorious.

The winner was covered in wounds, with all kinds of internal organs and blood scattered all over the ground. It roared angrily to the sky, letting out the roar of a winner, then walked to the blood clot that it had smashed, grabbed some things at random and stuffed them into its body.

Sean, who was concentrating, frowned slightly. There seemed to be no difference in the pieces of meat grabbed by the winner, but this monster had obvious directions. In Sean's opinion, it chose only one piece of meat that was almost the same as the other one, without even looking at the other one.

After stuffing about a dozen pieces of flesh and blood of different sizes into its body, the monster roared and moved away again.

These monsters seemed to have extremely strong recovery abilities. In just a few minutes, all the injuries on the monster that Sean was tracking were healed. At the same time, Sean also noticed that several of the other party's obvious features, such as its thick right leg and the bone stick used as a weapon, had undergone some changes.

Maybe it absorbed some energy from the victor?

Sean continued to follow silently. The monster he chose was quite powerful. Along the way, it encountered three different types of flesh and blood monsters in succession. It defeated all of them and obtained their flesh.

In just a few hours, its size swelled.

However, Sean didn't get any useful information after following the opponent. Just when he was about to intervene personally, the monster that had just finished the battle encountered an opponent again.

The new monster that appears this time is Sean's creation, a monster with a suona as its head and a trumpet and a flute in its hands.

When the monster saw its opponent, it immediately pounced on him with a roar.

Sean immediately noticed that the monster he had been following had defeated many enemies and gained considerable strength, but when faced with Sean's work, although it was still angry and violent, it showed obvious avoidance behavior.

The native monsters of the God-Forsaken Land don’t want to fight the monsters based on my works?

Even if the opponent's strength doesn't seem that strong?
However, even if one side doesn't want to fight, the other side is not ready to let it go.

In the end, the two brainless monsters fought each other.

Sean didn't make any move, just waited for the end.

It was the native monster he was tracking that won. The monster with the suona head was smashed to pieces, and even the suona bowl that served as its head turned into thin slices.

The native monster roared with victory, but this time, it did not choose to take the spoils as it had done before.

It just smashed the corpse again in annoyance, and then continued to wander around dragging its huge body.

Sean, who was following behind, had a thoughtful look on his face. These monsters, which were based on his own works, didn't seem to be able to provide any enhancement to the original monsters?

After following the monster for most of the day and fighting the same battle many times, Sean finally confirmed this.

His own creations were a little strange in the God-Forsaken Land. Their behavioral logic was no different from that of ordinary flesh and blood monsters, but they seemed impossible to be taken as trophies - primitive monsters, which had almost no self-awareness, also used their instincts to perceive whether the object they were fighting could make them stronger.

And in this case, Sean also discovered another point.

The native monster that I was tracking encountered modeled monsters more and more frequently.

At first, you would have to wait for five or six to encounter one, but later on, they would appear one after another.

This also leads to a point that the original monster could obtain spoils of war after killing the enemy to strengthen itself, and could continuously recover from its injuries - but after fighting with the model monster, it was seriously injured but could not obtain spoils of war, so it became weaker and weaker.

Soon, it encountered another model monster. This time, it was so wounded that it could not hold on any longer and finally fell down unwillingly.

The model monster that defeated it repeated its previous behavior and began to absorb the flesh and blood of the original monster.

After the absorption was completed, the body of the model monster underwent a huge change. Unlike the original monster, which became larger and had more obvious features, it directly merged the characteristics of the two and became a new monster with both types.

Sean suddenly understood where the fusion monster he had encountered before came from.

(End of this chapter)