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Chapter 1802: Flame in the Empty Shell
The beast transformed from the black shadow attacked the evil thoughts of survival like a cloud. The strong wind caused by the evil thoughts of survival might be able to cut the black cloud directly, but the black cloud would be repaired as soon as it turned around.

It simulates the battles it has faced in just a year or so since its birth. It cannot replicate the miraculous powers of heroes like the Stranger and Blaze, but it can imitate their behavior, reproduce their tactics, and their fighting spirit of never giving up.

The evil thoughts of survival let out an angry roar that acted like a catalyst, igniting the shadowy werewolves that made up the black cloud.

The world's most powerful being was angry. Why was it angry? Because the existence of dust had affected it, and it was an unpleasant negative impact.

It could somewhat feel the joy that Blaze's sarcastic remarks brought. It was really a good deal that its enemy revealed such a big flaw in just a few words.

Because of anger, the attacks of the evil thoughts of survival became fierce and chaotic, igniting flames in the storm. The light forced back the shadows, but the shadows became even thicker.

Light restrains darkness, but their mutual restraint is very special. It is not like the mutual restraint between fire and water, which changes the shape of one of them, nor does it destroy it, but rather compresses its size.

The mutual restraint of light and darkness also means their mutual generation. They are entangled together like a bad fate and cannot be shaken off. Even a shadowless lamp cannot do anything about it and can eliminate the shadow without leaving any trace.

In the storm of flames of the Evil Thought of Survival, the black shadow completed a displacement as if by teleportation and appeared behind the Evil Thought of Survival in an instant.

A dark shadow as thick as ink clung to the ankle of the evil desire to survive. It no longer simply simulated victory. For the hero who defeated the disaster, even the power of the disaster would become its nourishment.

Unfortunately, it's just an empty shell; it can only imitate the appearance, not the skills. But isn't the appearance enough? The forms of today's creatures are the result of millions of years of evolution.

Without the [Ejection] skill, would the mantis shrimp's front claws be unable to exert its terrifying destructive power?
Can't the giant kick the sky and the earth without the [Trample] skill?

Doesn’t the lion dare to bare its fangs and challenge the old king for the throne because it doesn’t have that noble fur?

Why should you feel lost because you have no skills? Why should you feel depressed because you are not a living thing?
Skills are just results. All skills are created from nothing and are born in an empty shell.

And now it is acting for its own goal, in order to be qualified to take on that heavy promise. How can it not be considered life?

The definition of life is not such an inconvenient thing.

I said I'm alive, and I'm alive!

"Ahhh-"

The Evil Thought of Survival let out a painful wail, and the muscles in its left leg twisted and twitched unnaturally. The cause of this manifestation was several black shadow needles as thin as hair that pierced through the muscles.

Those black shadow needles transformed into the shape of jewel pangolins after entering the body of the Survival Evil. They used their claws, which were most suitable for digging, to dig into the calves of the Survival Evil, causing cramps in the calves.

Not only that, as he dug, cramps gradually spread from his calves to his thighs. The pain of cramps that affected all living things made his evil thoughts of survival lose their balance, and his huge body crashed into the light curtain raised by the seal of the Five Elements Totem.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

This time it was a heart-wrenching pain. The part of the flesh that touched the light curtain with the evil thought of survival disappeared in an instant, as if it had been cut off.

It didn't vanish into thin air; instead, it transformed into a streak of red light and flowed along the trajectory of the Five Elements Interdependent Totem Seal, merging into the process of the Five Elements Interdependent Generation and constantly having its properties altered. "Do you know how [Skills] are born?" Helios suddenly asked, but he didn't give Blaze a chance to answer, instead muttering to himself, "Innate? Inherited through bloodline and race?"

"No, no, no. I'm talking about how the original skill was born. How this miraculous power called skill was ignited in the fire of the soul."

"You should have seen this miracle happen, the moment you killed a god with a gun, the moment you accomplished a great deed."

Blaze looked at the black mist formed by the shadow werewolf and whispered, "Are you saying that even if it doesn't devour the evil will of survival, it can still gain skills the moment it defeats the evil will of survival with its empty body?"

"Victory? If acquiring a skill required such a feat, this world wouldn't have skills as flourishing as flowers." Helios shook his head. "When a weak rabbit, faced with an eagle charging like an arrow, chooses to turn over and kick it, the skill [Rabbit Kicks Eagle] will be born, regardless of the outcome."

"Technology born for survival, forms transformed for survival, in the fierce, grueling battle for survival, will become the crystallization of skill."

"Do you hear the clang of a skill about to be born?"

"You're playing stream of consciousness with me at a time like this? I can't hear you." Blaze curled his lips, not giving any face at all. All he could hear was the howling of the evil thoughts of survival and the roar of smashing and hitting. There was no clanging sound of forging.

But because he was closely connected to the Shadow Werewolf through blood, he did feel something, that something was constantly accumulating in that empty shell.

Those piles of things are like dry firewood. It is meaningless to just pile them there. They need to be ignited to burn into a scorching flame.

So there is something rubbing in the deepest part of the empty shell, constantly accumulating heat like drilling wood to make fire, and then it will explode.

This does not require an opportunity or a miracle, but is the inevitable result of perseverance.

【Excavation F】

A tiny spark fell into the empty shell due to the evil thought of survival, and then like a chain reaction, countless sparks burst out.

[Bite F/Pierce F/Jab F/Trick F/Guidance F/Fly F/Impact F/…Sprint F/Change F]

The firewood piled in the empty shell was finally ignited, and a fierce flame burst out. The black shadows like dust moved in unison, and the next moment they gathered together, forming the form of a black shadow werewolf again.

But this time it was no longer like an accessory. The burly posture that was exactly the same as Blaze's in the silver werewolf state had changed, becoming taller, and the steel-like muscles became softer and more resilient.

The biggest change is the flame burning in the chest, which is the fire of the soul.

【Shadow Werewolf Z】

【Survival Z】

(End of this chapter)