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His palm was cut open in response.
In an instant, lines of blood appeared, but because the bladed finger was too sharp, it pierced through his body almost immediately, and his palm didn't seem to react yet.
Two or three seconds later, obvious blood flowed out from the cuts, and then the pieces of his palm, which had been cut into several chunks, fell down.
Flesh and blood were torn apart, and bones were broken in the middle, the cut surfaces appearing smooth.
Kurozawa activated the regeneration ability of his Immortal Body. The falling pieces instantly turned into tiny, almost invisible black-red particle ash and dissipated, then reassembled in front of his wrist.
"What a sharp enhanced finger."
Kurozawa examined the chillingly sharp blade on his left hand, a little amazed.
Weapons have always been one of the important indicators of combat strength, just as claws and teeth are crucial for ferocious beasts.
One of Lefty's abilities was to manipulate cells, changing their minute internal structure to become special cells similar to steel, but with hardness and toughness far exceeding ordinary steel.
"This hardening, well, let's call them Metal Cells."
"These Metal Cells, can you spread them to cover a larger area?" Kurozawa shook his left hand, asking with a joyful expression like a child with a new toy.
A mouth split open on the back of his hand, and Lefty calmly replied, "I can't."
"The structure of Metal Cells requires a lot of energy and can only be condensed in a small area."
"However, I feel like I can still grow and do better. Maybe I can expand the coverage area in the future."
The abilities of Parasytes are not static. By learning and understanding themselves, they can further excavate and utilize their talents.
Kurozawa pondered for a moment and said, "You can still grow?"
Another eyeball squeezed out from his left hand and blinked a few times before saying, "I am very interested in biological knowledge."
"Especially the parts related to cell structure."
"This knowledge from Earth helps me explore my own abilities."
At the same time, Kurozawa was slightly startled, watching his left hand change again.
The blade disappeared, its shape changed, and its color changed in less than a second. Bird features like feathers, wings, and a beak appeared, and then his left hand transformed into a pigeon about to take flight, flapping its wings, looking lifelike.
However, the position that should have been its legs was connected to Kurozawa's wrist. When the pigeon flew, meaty tentacles extended, still connecting it to Kurozawa.
After flying around the room for a while, Lefty landed, its bird beak opening, and said, "I can change cells and transform myself into any organism on Earth."
"This ability requires sufficient knowledge reserves; I can't change out of thin air."
"However, because I am parasitic on your left hand, this ability doesn't have much practical help."
As it spoke, its shape changed again: fish, frog, cat, dog... Finally, it turned into a small ball of flesh with eyes and a mouth.
Casually transforming into any organism was actually a very strong ability.
To be honest, Kurozawa was quite tempted, but he couldn't learn it either.
As Lefty said, this transformation involved the cellular level and required a large amount of knowledge reserves. This would inevitably take a lot of time to study, and Kurozawa had no interest in that.
"Okay, I roughly understand."
"Can you leave my body and exist independently?"
After seeing the abilities Lefty displayed, Kurozawa already considered it an important part of his fighting strength, and understanding and becoming familiar with his own abilities was something he had to do.
Lefty shook its head [at the position of the uppermost eyeball].
"No."
After a few seconds, it changed its mind and said, "No, I should be able to, but I won't survive for long."
"Try it," Kurozawa raised his arm.
Lefty nodded, then its body jumped forward.
Kurozawa's left hand immediately lost connection with his body.
While still in mid-air, Lefty's body developed two fleshy tentacles that looked like legs from below, and then it stood firmly on the ground.
"I rely on the nutrients within your body to draw survival energy."
"Now I am rapidly weakening. After 11 minutes and 36 seconds, I will be unable to move and enter a dying state. After 12 minutes and 48 seconds, I will be completely dead."
Kurozawa looked down at his empty left wrist.
After Lefty left, the area of his wrist looked as if a hand had never grown there. The surroundings were smooth, with no signs of injury or scars, as if it had always been that way.
At the same time, Kurozawa felt that if he activated the regeneration of his Immortal Body, he could retrieve his own left hand.
Putting that thought aside, Kurozawa looked at the strangely shaped Lefty standing on the ground with arms and legs, and said, "After you leave my body, do you still have combat ability?"
Lefty answered Kurozawa's question with action.
It lowered its body, and a fleshy tentacle extended from the left side of its body, its tip in the shape of a steel blade, reflecting a chilling cold light.
Its current form was very small, looking like a toy model, and even had a strange cuteness beyond being grotesque.
But this was just superficial. That fleshy tentacle could extend up to twenty meters, and the Metal Cell blade at its tip could cut through iron like mud.
"My combat power won't change, but it will rapidly deplete my stamina."
"If I fight at full strength for one minute while detached, I will die."
Although it's only one minute, in certain situations, it can be used as a decisive, unexpected trump card, which is quite good.
Kurozawa nodded and said, "Come back."
Lefty leaped forward, instantly merging back into his wrist and returning to the shape of a hand.
After thinking for a moment, Kurozawa handed the phone back to Lefty and said, "I'm going to rest. You can search for more useful knowledge yourself. You can also use the computer, and there are quite a few books on various subjects under the bed. You can learn about all of them."
Having a left hand that could learn and grow on its own was quite reassuring.
Lefty took the phone and simultaneously split into two smaller forms. One went to operate the computer, and the other started flipping through books.
Using its mind for three things at once, it absorbed knowledge from Earth like a sponge.
Kurozawa, meanwhile, lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes.
His chest rose and fell slightly as he breathed rhythmically. The Breathing Technique circulated within his body, constantly refining his physique.
In Kurozawa's room, the atmosphere was calm and peaceful.
But elsewhere, undercurrents were already surging, and hunters were baring their fangs.
Tokyo, an alley in Shinjuku Ward.
A female office worker who had just gotten off work was surrounded and ridiculed by five thugs. She screamed for help multiple times, but many people passing by this dark alley only glanced inside before hurrying away.
Furthermore, it was 11 PM, and there weren't many pedestrians.
The female office worker looked at the ugly faces of the thugs in front of her, gradually feeling despair.
At the same time, a tall man with a slow, slightly stiff gait passed by the alley.
The female office worker took one last deep breath, then shouted, "Help, please help me!"
She didn't really have any hope, but to her surprise, the man paused upon hearing her cry for help, slowly turned to look, and then stepped into the alley one step at a time.
One of the thugs angrily said, "Get lost, don't meddle in other people's business!"
He pulled out his switchblade to intimidate him.
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