Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Compared to the advancement of other abilities, flesh-based abilities are quite simple and unpretentious.

Transplant what needs to be transplanted, fuse what needs to be fused. Just like grafting between plants, limbs can be grafted even between different species.

Rejection reactions and whether there are any contaminated organs hidden in the transplanted organs are the price of being a flesh-and-blood person.

However, many people don't think these costs are a big deal.

Like the high priest before him, the way he looked at Fren was as if he wanted to tear Fren's body apart piece by piece and then piece it back together.

"Hello, my name is Stanislav." High Priest Stanislav looked at Fren and gave a formal self-introduction. "After obtaining your information, I observed you for two whole days and confirmed that apart from your self-healing ability, you are really just an ordinary person."

"How did you do that? With such abilities, you're content to be just an ordinary employee?" Stanislaw was very curious. He looked like an ordinary citizen, without any trace of cultist aura. Otherwise, Furen would have used the identification on him long ago.

The Heavenly Eye's identification function is an active one; it only identifies what Furen cares about.

Otherwise, seeing so many different kinds of people and things every day, my perspective would have been filled with bullet comments long ago.

But this situation has certainly taught Fren a lesson. When encountering strangers, it's important to assess their character, especially to see if they harbor any ill intentions towards you.

Humanity, obsessed with the power of the benevolent father, is willing to pay any price for it.

Stanislavski's assessment was concise and offered no help in addressing the current situation.

Seeing the four people cautiously scattering and surrounding him, Furen breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Their caution shows that even on a chopping board where others are the butcher and I am the fish, I can still hop around a bit.

It's hard to say about Stanislavsky, the high priest, but the other three should be about as strong as the man in the suit whose throat was just slit.

Unfortunately, the identification function couldn't uncover their true nature. Before these four used their abilities, Furen didn't know what their extraordinary abilities were.

This is so worrying...

Moreover, my brother's efficiency seems a bit too slow.

"I've been missing for three or four hours and no one's come to rescue me. They're definitely not my biological child."

Fren selectively forgets that Mycroft also treated his second brother like a beast of burden when Charlotte's life was not in danger.

Lost in thought, Furen watched the four people getting closer and closer, and reached out to touch the statue of the Father again.

[The suffering of unfulfilled desires, should one consume this?]

Confirmed for consumption.

Fren hadn't forgotten that he still had a much greater experience package than the suffering from illness to take.

In the outside world, it was just a fleeting moment, but countless hours had passed in Fren's consciousness.

During this time, Fren faced many temptations.

The throne that holds absolute power over the world.

He possesses immense wealth that allows him to control an entire realm.

She possessed unparalleled beauty, with both plumpness and slenderness.

With a mere wave of his hand, countless people were willing to die; wherever his gaze fell, only servility and obsequiousness remained.

Unlike the immersive experience of lying in a hospital bed while suffering from illness, Fren didn't feel much empathy during this process.

Aside from testing the depths of the exquisite women's treasures, he really didn't think there was anything worth pursuing in these things.

For him, great fortune was not a good thing; Furen's goal had always been a life of simple happiness.

Inheriting Sherlock Holmes' manor, fishing and bathing in the lake, having several wives and children, occasionally sending the children away, and having a few fights with his wives at home—that would be a wonderful thing.

Having suffered twice, Fren decided to call his experiences of suffering "the realm of suffering."

This time, after recovering from his ordeal, Fren didn't experience much emotional fluctuation; in fact, his state of mind became increasingly peaceful, almost like that of a sage.

Self-healing experience +1000

Flesh and Blood Manipulation Experience +200

Fren didn't feel the luck of "it's my good fortune to have it," but the experience points were definitely real.

Unfortunately, it wasn't very useful and didn't actually improve my strength.

Sometimes, Furen thought that if he could add these experiences to his base attributes, he would already have [Refined Level 4].

Only a physique of this strength, where flesh and blood are manipulated, can generate combat power.

After all, no matter how much flesh and blood are manipulated, it still has to be based on the strength of his body.

When he gained this ability, Furen imagined himself as the Butcher in The Boys, shouting "oi" and shooting out fleshy tentacles that would tear everyone present apart.

But it's more likely that the tentacles were torn off by someone, or that someone grabbed the tentacles and pulled him over for close combat.

"If you can't cosplay the Butcher, then cosplay the One-Punch Man Zombie."

Furen sighed inwardly, muttering things that sounded incomprehensible to others, and then continued to control his body to change.

Without affecting activity, some parts of the body first developed a lot of keratin, which then transformed into an exoskeleton and tooth enamel.

The left hand still resembles a bone blade, while the right hand has bone claws attached to maintain flexibility.

The more terrifying Fren's transformation became, the more delicious it seemed to Stanislavski.

Stanislaw clapped softly, making no attempt to hide his delight. He could see that Fren was too weak; no matter how much he changed, he couldn't alter his frail nature.

Stanislav waved his hand gently, like a conductor, and the man with a bowl cut on Fren's left, with a sinister grin, pounced on Fren, growing larger in just a few breaths.

This is a body enhanced with muscles; as the most common type of flesh-based energy, its amplification is also the most comprehensive.

With his right hand, Furen scratched at the pot-headed man's face, while with his left hand, he used a bone blade to slash at his abdomen, trying to disembowel him.

Without flinching, the pot-headed man precisely intertwined his left hand with the bone claw's five fingers, then gripped it tightly.

"Snap!"

The pale white bone claw, with its enamel-like surface, shattered instantly under the grasp, and bright red blood flowed from between the broken bone fragments.

"It's too crispy, like an overcooked cookie."

The man with the bowl cut licked his lips. "I just don't know if you taste as good as cookies."

At that moment, Furen's bone blade also touched his abdominal muscles, but was immediately clamped down by the tough muscles.

The pot-headed man didn't let go either, his left hand still gripping the bone claw of Fren's right hand. Then, with a bear hug, he imprisoned the main sacrifice in his arms, opening his neat teeth to bite at Fren's neck.

Judging from the looks of it, they clearly wanted to drink Fren's blood.

Furen's right hand was limp, and his left hand was trapped between the two men, unable to move at all. His meticulously crafted exoskeleton and bone blades were utterly useless against a true superhuman.

The moment its filthy, foul mouth approached him, more than a dozen tentacles with bone spurs appeared on Furen's body, burrowing into the pot-headed man's ears, the corners of his eyes, his nostrils, and his genitals.

The man with the pot lid felt an unbearable pain in his lower body, and then his consciousness abruptly ended after his brain was churned into tofu-like pieces by the tentacles.

he died.