8.08.2 Little bit of chaos.

It felt like an eternity until the pain suddenly disappeared. 

"I feel weak… again." Although the vital energies in his body, his bloodline, and the cursed level of his body remained unaffected. The physical strain on his body while being transformed left Rosso famished for food. 

His bones had grown longer, his flesh was a hint darker, akin to the color of the skin on the mask from before. 

However, the biggest change if one were to talk about Rosso would be his head.

It was filled with a lush set of dark hair, that grew over the mask, which was now his face before he even knew it. "This tool is powerful… a complete set of body and race reconstruction surgeries done in a matter of hours. This tool, they are definitely lying." Rosso knew that he had been exposed since the beginning, the pager had exposed him.