The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Is this a filthy experiment?

Just like Stefan, no wonder he said those harsh words during the battle: "You are just a failed experiment."

A failed experiment.

What is the hidden meaning behind the word "failure"?

It is not just a denial of the result, but more like a questioning of the entire meaning of existence.

The power of filth comes from a single negative emotion. This obsession makes them powerful, but also makes them lose their complex emotions and thoughts.

As people often say, a creature with only one obsession is no different from a madman.

Their world is narrow, biased, and unable to accommodate more possibilities.

The chattering of the left brain seemed to be telling some complicated thoughts.

They no longer seem to be limited to a single obsession, but have more thoughts and emotions.

Where does this change come from?

Is it an accident of the experiment, or some deeper evolution?

Perhaps it is this failure that brings new possibilities.

Wait...the black hand seems to be their mid-brain.

Since it is a brain, recall their conversation at that time.

Ahaha...that's probably unlikely.

Keep reading.

Theresa buried her head in the water again.

......

Filth flows slowly in the blood vessels, as if every drop of blood carries unspeakable filth and corruption.

She could clearly feel as if countless tiny insects were wriggling and crawling inside her body, gnawing at her flesh.

That feeling was both real and unreal, like a shudder coming from deep within the bone marrow, or like an illusion when consciousness was pushed to its limit.

Are you afraid?

Afraid, of course.

She has been afraid of the dark since she was a child, afraid of the feeling of endless darkness swallowing everything.

And now, she was locked up in a dark place, with no light around her, only endless silence and loneliness.

Her hands were tied high above her head, and special iron chains were tightening around her skin.

Occasionally, she could hear footsteps, then the feel of a cold blade scraping across her skin as someone cut something from her body.

The pain has long been numb, leaving only endless fear and despair.

How long has it been since I last saw my sister?

She couldn't remember clearly.

It seemed like my sister’s friend found me once before, but I can’t remember what happened then.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here, and every minute and every second seems to be stretched out in an extremely long way.

Even the intervals between delivering food and water became blurred.

Hunger and thirst intertwined, the body gradually became weak, and consciousness began to fade.

Is this part of their testing as well?

she does not know.

Don't think too much. The more you think, the louder the buzzing in your head will become.

The two little boys also underwent the experiment. How are they now?

In the darkness, Theresa closed her eyes, trying to find a trace of warmth in her memory.

These images became increasingly blurred, and were gradually swallowed by the darkness.

She could only cling to the last shred of consciousness.

But where is the hope? She doesn't know.

"Clang-!"

The iron door was slowly pushed open, and dazzling light poured in from outside, piercing directly into Theresa's eyes.

Her pupils contracted slightly under the strong light, but she did not choose to close her eyes. Instead, she stared blankly ahead.

"Really? Why don't you accept it? Those two people have already succeeded. You've been dragging it out until now, and as a result, we dare not continue the experiment."

Mian stood at the door, with a hint of impatience and complaint in his tone.

He held his forehead helplessly, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.

For him, the success rate of the experiment must be 100%.

Even if there is only a one percent chance of failure, he dare not take the risk easily.

All risks and all accidents come from that insignificant one percent.

Of course, this is his personal pursuit.

"Here's today's meal. You only have three minutes to eat."

Mian walked into the room and placed a simple plate of food in front of Theresa.

He loosened the chains on her wrists, not worrying that she would attack him because she had long lost the strength to resist.

Her body and mind were being eroded by filth, and she was fighting against the filthy power every moment.

"Her blood gave you too much, causing the filth in your body to erode your spirit every moment in order to avoid being suppressed."

"elder sister......"

Theresa's lips trembled slightly, and her voice was hoarse and weak.

"Yes, your sister."

Mian pulled a gleaming amulet from his pocket and toyed with it in his hands.

"Her blood is very useful. Thanks to her, we were able to defeat the Filth. Of course, your efforts were also very impressive. They helped us understand some of the Filth's weaknesses. Also, what they are made of."

Theresa ignored Mian's words, her eyes fixed on the amulet in his hand.

That light…she was all too familiar with it.

That is the sister's light, which each of them has around their waist.

A surge of anger surged from the bottom of her heart, burning her sanity like a flame.

Theresa's body trembled slightly, her breathing became rapid, and the dullness in her eyes was gradually replaced by a fanatical rage.

"Shh-!"

Just as she tried to pounce on Mian, the amulet suddenly burst into a strong light.

Theresa's eyes were stinging so much that she could hardly open them. Her body seemed to be suppressed by a huge force, unable to move forward even a single step.

"Unfortunately, this special amulet can cause damage to filth, so it gives us the ability to fight back."

Mian waved his hand, signaling the two guards behind him to come forward.

Two guards quickly grabbed Theresa's arms and dragged her up.

The iron chain was shackled to her wrist again, and the touch of the cold metal made her feel a piercing chill.

"Learn from the two people who came with you. They have successfully accepted the power, although they may occasionally suffer from dementia."

Mian's voice echoed in the room, with a chilling smile.

As the iron door closed again, the light in the room gradually faded, leaving Theresa sitting alone in the darkness.

In the darkness, her breathing gradually became steady, and the anger in her eyes gradually faded.

The distracted eyes were gradually brightened by colors.

Theresa gently stuck out her tongue, and a glittering amulet appeared on the tip of her tongue. It was the amulet she had bitten off from the guard.

My sister's light, once so warm and bright, has now become out of reach.

What did they do to my sister!

When Theresa held the amulet in her mouth just now, her body involuntarily resisted and the filth began to react.

As long as she can endure this short period of pain, she will gradually regain consciousness and regain control of her body.

So, can I accept the filthy power they are talking about?

With the help of the power of this amulet to help herself control herself from being swallowed, perhaps she can really try to accept this power.

This requires waiting for the right time.

Next, it will be a test of willpower.

Theresa put the small amulet in her mouth, and her body immediately began to reject it.

On one hand, my sister's blood is being absorbed, and on the other hand, filth is secretly causing trouble.

It doesn't matter...it can't occupy my consciousness...

The end of painting is endless creation.

See if you have a big appetite or she has too many ideas.