"This is taking too long," Eryke the Third thought bitterly.
From his calculations, if he truly wanted to create a body, it would take hours, possibly even days. But he had only ten minutes left.
"Should I really do it?"
He wasn't sure of the consequences of absorbing the fruit from this dead plant, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and proceed.
If he remained just a mass of death energy, the moment the curse took effect, he would be completely destroyed, his talent wouldn't be able to save him.
At last, he made his decision and consumed the death fruit.
The moment the black mass of death energy merged with the seed, Eryke the Third was sucked into it.
"Eh?"
He was stunned, confusion clouding his mind.
[You have absorbed the Seed of Death]
[You have successfully completed your transformation and become a "Livingless Being," a Fetus Ghoul]
[You have gained the title
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You can assimilate with death.
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