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With a simple water-based magic, Dudu slowed down the blood flow of Cyclone, causing his body temperature to decrease. This was more direct compared to fire-based magic, as it didn’t lower the external temperature, but directly stripped Cyclone of his ability to keep warm. As Cyclone fell asleep, he began to feel cold, hugging himself and curling his body into a ball.

My magic... hasn't been purified?

Dudu shook his head and looked at his index finger.

The index finger had returned to its rotten state when it was contaminated, and the dark source once again corroded Dudu's finger, turning it into red, rotting flesh.

...

To verify whether what he had just seen was real or an illusion, Dudu took off his glove this time.

There would be different changes for a person engulfed by darkness, after a moment of hesitation.

However, none of them would become completely corroded, and their inner darkness would also emerge.

As a doctor, Dudu's hands were tainted by darkness, and his appearance had become grotesque and hideous.

If it weren't for the encouragement of the Warlord, Dudu would never have been able to stand on the platform of healing as a shaman.

So Dudu has always been cautious, fearing that others would die because of his hands.

But the mistake just now, like fate, gave Dudu an opportunity.

Dudu held Cyclone's hand and carefully observed the area where their hands touched.

"Hehehe~ Gotcha, Yuna~"

Although he curled up like a turtle, Cyclone laughed because his hand was caught.

...

Speechless, what is this man dreaming about?

Dudu was momentarily distracted by Cyclone's behavior, but when he looked back at the area where their hands touched, something incredible happened.

Not only was the dark source not purified, but it even tore a part of itself that spread towards Cyclone's hand, as if it had found another more meaningful body to corrode.

As this dark magical power slowly penetrated Cyclone's body, his hand didn't change like Dudu's did.

Pff~

As Dudu leaned closer to Cyclone, focused on observing, a direct and crisp fart escaped.

...

Fortunately, Cyclone's buttocks were on the other side, otherwise Dudu would have been hit face-on.

Looking back at his own hand, the split dark source caused Dudu's palm to return to its original appearance, as if it had been purified, but the area that had been purified quickly returned to its corroded state.

It seemed like purification, but it wasn't complete...

Dudu contemplated repeatedly, attempting to come up with an explanation for this strange phenomenon.

Leaving aside the fact that Dudu had never heard of anyone being able to purify the dark source, the current situation couldn't be directly determined as purification either. If it really was a purification-type magic, then Dudu's water-based magic should have been purified as well.

Based on Cyclone's body temperature, he hadn't been purified by Dudu's spell.

But how did he get rid of the dark source?

This was a situation that Dudu had never seen before. In the past, people engulfed by the dark source could never revert back to their original state.

But now Dudu had a chance, and he focused on his own hand because he knew that this might be the only time in his life when he could discover the truth.

From ancient times until now, anyone infected by the Dark Source will not manifest the so-called "Dark Source" until they see the dark aura invade their body and transform them into hideous monsters.

"What is this?!" However, Dudu finally understood. The Dark Source was not corrupting Dudu's hand, but rather Dudu's source of magic. The constantly regenerating magic formed in his hand, and the Dark Source contaminated that part of his magic.

"I see now! I understand, this could be the only explanation!" Dudu boldly hypothesized. The source of magic is ultimately just a source of magic, like the ghosts and monsters others often speak of, harmless without any external intentions. The Dark Source, on the other hand, carries despair that can infect others; it is the embodiment of all negativity, the root of despair.

The clever Dudu speculated on the answer. "In other words... if the Dark Source encounters a strong will that it cannot infect, could it be that its despair will be infected by that unwavering will?"

Dudu moved his hands and feet as if he was about to touch the truth. "The Dark Source, they say it is the origin of all darkness in the world, and its idea of despair is absolute... but even so, it might not have an independent thinking system itself."

Dudu looked at Cyclone, a man who drools and laughs foolishly when he sleeps. "Can this man's will transcend the darkness?"

Dudu looked at his own hand, the darkness within him once again manifested, and his hand finally transformed back into the disgusting fat he despises. "I should let Himiko know first!"

For the sake of this precious sample, Dudu pushed open the door and ran towards the room of desire. The door was not closed, and Cyclone was still asleep. But just at that moment, a black figure appeared at the door.