Vol5 Ch32: The polyhedron and Mana Fetus

In a small wooden shack, an old man wearing a tattered old robe was sitting in a black chair.

If he wasn't still breathing, anyone would believe that this old man was already dead.

"Mequik, you're…" the old man finally spoke up after a long while of silence, but his wrinkled face quickly became stiff.

His wrinkles began to recede bit by bit, slowly becoming supple once again, filled with the vitality of youth. All of his messy grey hair also fell out as more strands of black hair visibly grew back.

"Hah, it's my loss this time. But from the looks of the situation, everyone else will also lose, I really couldn't imagine…" the old man's next words were completely erased before they could even be spoken. Life Bearer would never allow her information to be leaked in any way.