Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

Rashid's obsession was somewhat excessive.

As a magnanimous person, Brian planned to use him for an experiment and then forgive him.

..

Back at the villa.

Susan was still on the phone, consoling her best friend.

Brian patted the head of Shi San, the dog, as it nuzzled him, then he lay down comfortably on the custom-made sofa and closed his eyes.

As he gave a mental command.

Dozens of kilometers away.

At a pig farm, a spiritual imprint on a sow was activated.

Invisible forces surged.

A dormant soul also awakened from the endless dark abyss.

..

Rashid looked around in a daze.

But for some reason, everything he saw was shrouded in mist, barely revealing that he was in a small, cramped room. The specifics of the objects and the layout of the room were unclear.

Similarly.

Inside his ears, Rashid could hear sounds around him, but he couldn't make out what they were.

In his nose, he could smell a heavy odor but couldn't identify it.

The feeling of having senses but simultaneously feeling detached and void made Rashid very uncomfortable.

His memory, along with his awakening, also gradually began to revive.

Finally, Rashid recalled what he had experienced just before his death.

Resentment flashed in his eyes, "Brian, you didn't expect me to be resurrected, did you? Wait until I return to being a Third Rank Life, I will lurk beside you. Even if I can't defeat you, I will target the people close to you to make you feel pain!"

Rashid's brain was filled with torturous thoughts about tormenting Brian, which even alleviated a significant amount of the strange sensation of sensory loss.

What he didn't know was that these thought waves were continuously transmitted to Brian's mind, dozens of kilometers away, through a spiritual imprint on his body.

After daydreaming for a while, Rashid tried to get up, only to find that he felt like a child wearing ill-fitting clothes, aware of the body's presence but finding it hard to move and even had an instinctive desire to leave this new body and float in the void.

This panicked him again.

Damn it.

He had never heard that a Third Rank Life could survive without a physical body.

Once his consciousness left his current body, he feared he would return to the dark world of the dead!

But no matter how he struggled, the feeling of discord between his body and consciousness grew stronger with time and even began to erode Rashid's consciousness, making him weaker and weaker.

Dozens of kilometers away.

Brian lay on the sofa, sensing Rashid's condition and frowning slightly.

Indeed, even an ordinary sow, once it reached adulthood and bore consciousness, would carry its own life imprint and innately repel any foreign consciousness trying to possess it, similar to a universal law..

Of course, the main reason for Rashid's intense reaction was his weakness.

A Third Rank Life was merely the beginning of a powerful consciousness. Only Fourth Rank Lives or unique talents like Saint with inherently strong consciousness capable of perceiving the existence of the Fourth Dimension in the Spirit Realm could freely possess ordinary human bodies.

Thinking about it.

Brian didn't take any extra action, just silently monitored Rashid's condition.

He had no predecessors to guide him, and Blu from the Dream Clan was only a Third Rank octopus, unclear about what lay beyond and unable to help Brian.

He could only rely on his own experiments to gain these additional insights.

After all, by activating Rashid's Consciousness Crystal through the spiritual imprint, he had achieved his experimental goal, whether Rashid lived or died was irrelevant.

Observing further was merely recycling waste while incidentally settling scores.

Thinking about the content of Rashid's obsession made Brian's teeth itch!

You'd better survive this ordeal so that I can release my frustration!

Otherwise...

Brian wouldn't mind pulling Rashid into the Blissful Heart Domain, putting him in solitary confinement to let him experience the eighteen joyful torments of the Eighteen Layers of Hell!

..

On the other side.

Rashid reached a critical moment.

Under the rejection of the body, his recently regained senses became increasingly ethereal, like wisps of smoke.

As his senses dissipated.

The previously silent darkness also emerged, wanting to engulf him again.

"No!"

Rashid roared.

He had been resurrected once!

He didn't want to die again!

Driven to desperation, Rashid instinctively stimulated all his consciousness, frantically gnawing at the fragile consciousness within the body.

After a few bites.

The poor and fragile self-consciousness of the little sow, unable to withstand Rashid's rough onslaught, shrieked twice and then instantaneously became fodder for Rashid, merging into his consciousness as nourishment.

At the same time.

Some fragmented memories also surfaced in Rashid's mind.

In the memory, from a first-person perspective, he was with a group of piglets eating feed, being washed by tall humans with a hose, and after reaching adulthood, he was taken to this small single room and carefully nourished...

Rashid was baffled.

This..

He suddenly stood up.

Only then did Rashid realize that he had successfully taken control of the body after devouring the fragile consciousness.

His previously ethereal senses also became real again.

But he felt no joy, instead, he painfully closed his eyes, afraid to observe his surroundings.

His acute sense of smell, however, constantly conveyed the fishy smell of the pigsty, the stench of excrement, and the fermenting smell of pig food into his senses unceasingly.