From the perspective of the owl god, Merka's body began to swell gradually.

Twisted tentacles sprouted from his body, his hunched back expanded with bony protrusions, and numerous indescribable joints grew.

The thriving tentacles spurted with blood as thick as smoke.

The spine behind Merka grew excessively, breaking free from the constraints of his vertebrae. His limbs all over seemed to protrude irregularly like cracked blocks of ice.

Under the influence of hallucinations, Merka had completely fallen into a state of confusion.

By now, he not only forgot the existence of the owl god, but almost forgot his own existence as well.

The unstable self-awareness caused him to instantly transform into a terrifying form of uncertain shape.

"Hey, little devil, hey!"

"I surrender to you!"

Seeing Merka fall under the influence of the red powder into a state of uncontrollable rage, the owl god chose not to continue the fight with Merka.

Now, Merka's mind could hardly contain enough to accommodate the consciousness of the owl god.

Being afraid sideways, and sideways being afraid of desperate measures.

The owl god transformed into a black line, surging out from Merka's forehead and solidifying into a human form in mid-air.

As long as there are still green mountains, we don’t have to worry about firewood to burn.

The owl god did not want to reside in the body of a madman and ultimately disintegrate into nothingness along with Merka's gradually diminishing consciousness.

Decisively, the owl god immediately ran towards the outskirts of the park to escape from Merka.

Just as the owl god had just detached from Merka's body, it quickly saw Merka losing strength and reverting back to an ordinary human appearance.

It knew well that inhaling such a dosage of red powder would undoubtedly shatter the mind and leave lasting consequences in the brain.

But before the owl god could safely land while flying in mid-air, a giant purple sand-colored hand grabbed it.

Feeling extreme fear, the owl god immediately tried to transform back into a conceptual form to avoid the attack.

However, the demonic energy emanating from the giant hand quickly engulfed the owl god like scalding hot water, instantly striking its entire body with a force akin to a thousand pounds on its head — this intense mental blow felt like a heavy hammer striking the owl god's head, almost knocking it unconscious.

A faceless figure with three heads and six strong arms, resembling a massive angel as powerful as purple lightning, appeared behind the owl god like a Hindu mythological Asura, ready to crush it as if it were a bug.

"So this is the guy who made Merka brother suffer so much, truly despicable."

"Sister, what should we do with it?"

The childlike voice of a girl, completely mismatched with the stature of the giant angel, echoed from its body.

Turing had appeared beneath the owl god at some point. She shook her head slightly at the giant angel — aka Shabat — and summoned a dazzling flare gun, aiming it at the owl god in Shabat's hands, lifting her arm and straightening her posture slightly.

"Just help me hold it steady."

Turing's cold tone carried bone-chilling coldness.

With a swoosh, Turing launched the flaming spear.

As she released the flare gun like an arrow, the bone-chilling coldness washed away instantly with the darting flame, piercing through the owl god along with Shabat's palm, incinerating it like fragile paper into ashes.

Shabat, pierced through the palm by the flaming spear, showed no signs of anger. Instead, it clapped eagerly at Turing.

"Wow, Sister Turing is so strong."

"Sister's fire magic is always so spectacular no matter how many times I see it!"

Shabat grinned.

However, its foolish tone, coupled with its angelic voice, sounded not flattering but affectionate.

Turing did not pay Shabat much attention, merely glanced at the almost plowed-through rubble around, and told Shabat.

"Merka's situation is dire now. I must focus on treating Merka."

"You guard the door for me. Remember, do not allow anyone in."

Turing approached the collapsed Merka.

In her originally calm mind, quiet ripples of heartache began to rise.

Many long-buried memories surged up from the bottom of Turing's heart like unstoppable spring water during the rainy season.

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"Forward... forward... I also want to move forward."

"But they never gave me that choice... never!"

"Those people from Maria treated me as a tool, those from Oedipus treated me like a swine."

"The nobles never gave Curseborn the option to strive forward!"

Soft lips pressed against Merka's tongue, as well as his flooding, dampened heart.

Supporting himself on the edge of the bed, Turing didn't give Merka a chance to react, deeply kissing him.