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He had not expected that his visit this time would coincidentally coincide with the critical moment of mutation for the Clone Octopus.
Fang Ze simply pulled a chair out of the shadows, sat down, and then started to watch the Clone Octopus's transformation patiently.
When Fang Ze had first acquired the octopus, it had been only the size of a palm. After feeding it more than 200 pounds of mutton, the octopus had grown to resemble a heap of meat.
Perhaps it was because it was an invertebrate, lacking a skeleton, but when it sprawled on the ground, it resembled a pile of sludge, the bloodstains and stench of blood on it imparting a disgusting, sinister feeling.
Yet, it was this ugly-looking creature that began to change rapidly before Fang Ze's eyes.
Its soft body began to shrink, and its eight tentacles entwined two by two, taking the shape of human limbs.
Subsequently, its form elongated, and its massive head started to move downward.