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

Zero seemed like a decent scapegoat.

At the right moment,

he considered using the night he'd already branded to convey false information to Zero, then letting the other party snatch away the flesh he had prepared in advance, throwing it out to attract Long's attention, and washing away his suspicions of having devoured the Saint and left behind traces of death.

It was just that the timing was hard to control.

If mishandled, it could expose him instead.

Brian shook his head as he looked at his own spreading spiritual imprint chains on the collective consciousness of the night, spreading like a contagious disease.

He couldn't rush this matter.

His top priority was to use the night to help coordinate the trifles with the new NW organization and the Rebirth Sect before he dealt with Long.

Brian's thoughts moved.

The collective consciousness of the night split in two.

One part of the night's collective consciousness stayed at the entrance to the Blissful Heart Domain, turning into a set of scales.

Souls led into the Blissful Heart Domain by the Rebirth Sect in the future would all be weighed by the scales.

Good and evil were vexing matters.

A lifetime is neither too long nor too short.

The same person at different ages, influenced by experiences and people around, would constantly change their ways of acting.

A murderer who dealt in drugs could also be a good father, a good husband...

Judging pure good and evil was, in fact, a very difficult thing.

Not even Brian could do it.

That was where the scales came in.

Brian's approach was simple and crude; he let the night sort through global laws, taking the most just and equal part of them as the standard for weighing.

Law was the bottom line of morality.

Wrongdoers would be sent down to the Eighteen Layers of Hell for punishment.

Those with no remorse.

They would stay in Hell until they collapsed.

Those who felt remorse and had done good deeds would, after being punished, return to Heaven to enjoy.

In the end, both outcomes fed the Blissful Heart Domain as fertilizer.

It was very fair.

The other half of the night's collective consciousness was returned by Brian to its human brain.

Waiting for the new NW headquarters on the surface to be completed.

It would be re-inserted into the headquarters, serving as an auxiliary intelligence, helping to manage the base and assisting in the undertaking of various research projects in the laboratories under Brian's name.

All was as it had been.

It's just that after the branding, Brian had given the night more permissions.

Compared to humans,

He trusted an emotionless intellect more.

...

After making the arrangements,

Brian left the basement energetically, ready to freshen up.

His cousin Fooly had already informed him that there was a gathering tonight with good news to announce.

He had been busy until now.

Looking at the time, he was almost due to leave.

As he left the basement,

Meatball, with its large paws, ran over with a flop, somewhat troubled, "Brian, Shi San might need your comfort, quack~"

"What happened to Shi San?"

Brian stopped in his tracks, puzzled as he looked toward Meatball.

In his perception, Shi San was lying in the manor's doghouse, full of vitality, with a stable force field, not seeming to have any issues.

But...

Brian reached out to pet Meatball's bird head: "Meatball, have you undergone a life leap?"

These past few days, he and Susan had been so busy they hadn't really focused on Shi San and Meatball.

Meatball had grown much larger than before, now standing over one and a half meters tall. Its feathers gleamed with a dazzling metallic luster, and its biological force field was ominously suffocating, giving off an inauspicious and oppressive aura. Suddenly, without any noise, it had transformed into a Second Rank enhanced beast!

"Quack~"

Meatball wiggled its body somewhat sheepishly, "Meatball eats fruit every day, and after a nap, it transformed. Shi San has known about it and hasn't eaten anything for three days now, quack~"

Alright~

Brian now understood the reason behind Shi San's sullen demeanor.

He nodded and walked with Meatball toward Shi San's doghouse.

...

Shi San had its own room, but like Meatball, it had also built a nest in the estate.

It was a treehouse.

Right below the treehouse was their dining area.

At the moment, a large Labrador sprawled on its limbs, its tail trailing long behind it, was slouching with its ears drooping, staring blankly at a small mountain of Blood Fruits, its eyes dim and devoid of light.

Hearing footsteps,

Shi San's ears twitched slightly, but it didn't react.

Brian was amused.

He stepped forward and stroked Shi San's dog head, "What's the matter, got your heart broken?"

As soon as Brian asked,

Shi San was like a little child who had found its parents after feeling wronged,

bursting into sobs.

Tears as large as beans streamed down continuously.

Shi San buried its head in Brian's arms, rubbing back and forth and sobbing, crying like a three to four hundred-pound piglet, "Big dog, sniff, sniff, Shi San eats so much every day and still can't break through First Rank life, sniff, sniff, sniff, Meatball, sniff, sniff, Meatball has become a Second Rank life, Shi San is just a waste, ah woo~"

Seeing Shi San in this state, Brian felt both amused and pained.

Shi San was different from Meatball.

Meatball itself was an offspring of an enhanced beast, and in between, Brian had fed it with his own blood beads for a long time, establishing a strong foundation, plus the constant stream of enhancements and rare foods.

Not even the heirs of ordinary families had such good conditions.

Less than two years, Meatball successfully broke through to Second Rank life, which was quite normal.

But Shi San...

It enjoyed resources no less, if not more than Meatball.

Shi San's weight kept increasing,

but it just couldn't break through.

Brian had even tried feeding it with his current blood beads.

His current blood beads were like rare treasures, elixirs with remarkable effects.

Even an ordinary person taking a few beads each day could naturally become a First Rank life.

Yet Shi San ate plenty but still couldn't break through.

Looking at the sobbing Labrador pig, Brian stroked Shi San's head and comforted, "Come on, haven't I said before? If you can't break through, it could be because you drank the special blood of a female mutant when you were young. Once I'm finished with the stuff here, I'll take you to her to resolve this issue."

Shi San lifted its head, "Really? You're not lying to the dog?"

Brian nodded his head, "Yes, alright, now go wash up, and change into a little suit with Meatball, tonight we're going to attend my cousin's banquet..."

Shi San took advantage of the moment and stretched out its paw, "Pinky promise..."

Brian silently raised his palm.

Swish~

Shi San leapt up, shaking its chunky flesh, and dashed into the villa with Meatball in a puff of smoke.

...

"Silly dog..."

Brian smiled slightly and followed back to his residence.

It had been a while since he had checked in on his cousin's situation.

He didn't know what Fooly's celebration was about.

But taking advantage of this gathering, Brian planned to talk to them about his uncle and rebuilding the Kamor family.

Thinking about Billy.

Brian's heart was filled with mixed emotions, but he just silently quickened his pace.