Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Seamer really wanted to merge with "Huang Miu," but in fact, during the merging process, it could acquire the other's core abilities but not their intelligence.

Even possessing part of the memories and abilities, intelligence was something that couldn't be merged.

So if it wanted to leave this place, Seamer temporarily still had to rely on "Huang Miu."

Of course, Seamer itself was not stupid; in version 2.49, it had, through years of accumulation and various calculations, devoured the Demon Emperor.

Merging with others, even if it got only a bit of "brain," was enough to give it some improvement.

In Seamer's view, merging with "smart people" was very necessary.

Especially when strong enemies were lurking around.

Watching Zhou Baiyu constantly observing his surroundings, Seamer even salivated.

He swallowed the saliva, forcibly resisting the impulse to merge with Zhou Baiyu.

He really, really, really craved this body, and he didn't know why, after the White Witch, he hadn't encountered such a being he wanted to merge with for a long time.

He had not even confirmed the other's abilities, had not seen the other before, merely had a few words upon meeting.

But he just craved to merge with the other.

However, everything had to wait until they left this place, of course—and he had to torture the other severely.

If malice could have a form like a stand-in messenger, then Seamer's malice would definitely be as formidable as a Gundam.

"Gym storeroom, came out and it turned into an arcade, what about you? Where did you come from?" Zhou Baiyu had already begun to analyze.

"Ward." Seamer said.

Zhou Baiyu frowned.

Storerooms, wards, arcades. Indeed, they are things without any connection.

But might these three have some information to reveal?

Zhou Baiyu looked at the arcade machine:

"Can you play?"

Seamer shook his head:

"Haven't seen it."

Zhou Baiyu thought so too; for someone who grew up in a post-apocalyptic era, arcade machines were too abstract.

"This is an arcade machine, something from the peaceful era. This game is quite old, King of Fighters '97, you can tell from the name, it's far too removed from now."

"The guy who absorbed us here, obviously couldn't have experienced these."

"So this exposes a very serious issue."

Zhou Baiyu intentionally paused.

He was actually very aware of his situation.

The guy in front of him, just by touching him, could merge with him—a super corrupt breed.

It could be said, Seamer and Mark alike, were ultimate beings.

With his own strength alone, he was definitely no match for Seamer.

It may even require Mark to make a move a second time to battle Seamer.

But whether it would be Mark copying Seamer first or Seamer merging Mark first, it was really hard to say.

If it were the latter, he would be creating an ultimate Demon Emperor himself.

Even the former wasn't a good outcome.

So the most critical task now was to make Seamer realize that in unraveling and thinking through this matter, he was inferior to him.

Seamer needed a professional.

Seamer said:

"Exposed a very serious issue? Don't keep us in suspense, what is it?"

Zhou Baiyu said:

"If a person has not experienced the pre-apocalyptic world, do you think his Brain Hole World would contain scenarios from before the apocalypse?"

"A '97 arcade, that's ancient."

"Just like you never played with these things as a child, could you imagine these things?"

Seamer increasingly wanted to kill Zhou Baiyu, feeling that Zhou Baiyu was mocking him.

Actually, Seamer had seen these things. He himself hadn't seen them, but among the people he had merged with, there were similar memories.

But now, he needed to know where exactly they were, how to get out of here.

Seamer cooperatively shook his head and said:

"Don't know. I probably can't imagine it."

Zhou Baiyu nodded:

"Right, if the person who sucked us into the Brain Hole World... has never seen these things, I believe he hasn't seen them, then—where do you think these things came from?"

It came from merging.

Seamer almost blurted it out, the 'f' sound had already been shouted, but he forcibly changed his words, turning merging into rebuffing.

"In any case, I can't imagine it, I don't know where it comes from."

Seamer actually hadn't seen many things; as a young man who grew up in a post-apocalyptic junkyard, he hadn't been exposed to any worldliness.

But after merging quite a few people, he too had become quite experienced.

Of course, most of them were also people from the apocalyptic era.

And their memories were incomplete.

That's why Seamer eventually decided to let part of his body have autonomous consciousness.

With autonomous consciousness, perhaps they could perform some actions consistent with their behavior before death.

In fact, Seamer knew this was impossible.

Because the people who were sewn, their souls had been enslaved by him. This kind of enslavement would erase a lot of spirituality.

So Seamer temporarily suppressed the desire to sew Zhou Baiyu.

"These things naturally come from the people sucked into his 'Brain Hole World'."

Zhou Baiyu spoke slowly, his tone heavy.

Seamer thought for a while and realized the problem:

"You're saying that the boy with blue hair, after sucking us into his head, will gradually turn our memories into a real world?"

Zhou Baiyu nodded slightly, somewhat surprised by Seamer's quick reaction. He continued:

"If it were only that."

"Simply put, we are now in someone's memory who had been to the arcade."

"But what if, right now, we do something—"

As Zhou Baiyu spoke, he swung his fist and smashed it hard in the arcade.

But apart from the arcade machine breaking, nothing happened.

Seamer, puzzled:

"What does this prove?"

"I don't know, just a hypothesis." Zhou Baiyu shrugged.

Seamer clenched his teeth, swearing that the bastards who squeeze toothpaste in front of him, never finishing their thoughts at once, would definitely be sewn up neatly under his ass next time!

"You, continue, talk!"

Used to being an emperor, Seamer seldom tolerated others.

Yet, during the conversation, Zhou Baiyu gradually found that he was manipulating Seamer.

He became increasingly composed because, at this moment, it was crucial not to show fear.

"Suppose we break something here, then if the scene originates from someone's memory, would the object in his memory also be broken?"

"Why would you assume that?"

"Because that person is very disordered, his mental state is not normal. His memory is clearly greatly obstructed, possibly because his 'Brain Hole' has absorbed too many people, or perhaps... some have entered his 'Brain Hole' and damaged something."

"So if something in his 'Brain Hole World' is destroyed, causing his memory to become disordered, then likewise, wouldn't we who have been absorbed also be affected?"

"Imagine, at this moment, if someone secretly stole something in your memory palace... you might never even realize that thing existed."

"Or if someone changed something, then your memory would be altered; don't you find that terrifying?"

"What we need to do is to find this young man who swallowed us, his memories, and discover a scene from his memory to steal away the means to leave."

Seamer was shocked.

Although "Huang Miu" had said, this was just a hypothesis.

Yet somehow, he found this hypothesis quite plausible.

The boy with blue hair did indeed seem completely insane.

Having just arrived here not long ago, he had already uncovered so much...

Seamer realized that the other party's associative ability was very strong, perhaps even a special intuitive capability.

Was it a trait?

Seamer seemed to have sensed something tantalizing.

How he wanted to sew him up!

Swallowing his saliva again, Seamer asked:

"What should we do?"

Zhou Baiyu sensed a murderous intent.

True to someone with a morality value of only 7, damn it, even after showing such great value, he still wants to kill me.

It was apparent that Seamer was very, very hard at suppressing the desire to torment the other person.

"Actually, I mainly punched to see if there was a defensive mechanism. We damaged the scene, we damaged the memory... "

"I don't know what it might bring, so let's not do anything else for now and wait. By the way, are you good at fighting?"

Seamer excitedly said:

"Is there going to be a fight?"

He was all too eager to have a good fight. Since he couldn't kill the lad in front of him, killing something else would do too!

"I'm very good at fighting!"

Zhou Baiyu was very satisfied with Seamer's response. Indeed, he needed to guide and vent some of Seamer's killing intent.

After all, the other party... had a morality value of only 7.

However, before this, Zhou Baiyu could not have imagined that his initial meeting with Seamer was not as enemies but as mutual users.