Bang!
The back of Narta's neck was pierced by the muzzle of a kinetic gun, and the needle stabbed into his bone marrow. The injection gun continuously released Strength, pumping the black liquid medicine into the marrow.
The newly formed blood in the marrow mixed with the medicine, acting as if it had received a catalyst. It surged through his body at rocket speed.
"Ah—ahh!"
Narta roared, and his eyes immediately shone with a purple glow. Vivid patterns spread across his skin, he opened his mouth, and from his tongue sprouted numerous tiny tentacles that writhed like earthworms, eliciting a scream from the young girl nearby.
He rolled over, his muscles undulating like waves, his glass bowl and towel on his stomach were pushed aside as his intestines danced like snakes, returning into his body. Flesh and blood spontaneously intertwined and fused seamlessly, showing not the slightest scar.
"Ha... huff... huff... ah!"
