Kaien only took a glance at this thing, and a sharp pain formed in his mind. Scenes rippled in his mind like waves.

He almost drowned when he swam, he walked alone on a rural road without street lights when he was young, he got food poisoning, and…his wife's last look before she died.

The fear that had been concealed by his memories was forcefully pulled out at this moment and laid bare in front of him.

Kane, the burly man, lay on the ground in pain and fainted.

The headless statue fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Faust was a little curious about this talking statue. He reached out and picked up the headless statue, scratching it with his sharp claws, making crunching sounds.

The calm statue was trembling, and the spirituality inside was afraid. Faust could clearly feel the emotions inside.

In this state, Faust could see the things that creatures feared the most. The more they hid, the clearer Faust could see.

With the help of fear, his gaze pierced through reality and reached the deepest part of his soul.

The statue was called Edmund, and it was Ahalim, who had wandered from other places. One night, he met a black-robed man. The black-robed man promised to give Edmund food as long as Edmund did one thing for him.

Edmund, who had been starving for a few days, agreed without thinking. At that time, being able to fill his stomach was more important than anything else. The local homeless man's trash can was too clean. His legs were about to break, but he didn't find anything to eat.

The black-robed man brought Edmund into the basement of an abandoned tire factory and gave him food and water. After Edmund finished eating, the black-robed man inserted a thick needle into his neck and pushed a green liquid into it. Edmund's body then went rigid.

Under Edmund's horrified gaze, the black-robed man pushed out a small cart filled with tools from the darkness. The items on it were still normal. There were only medical supplies such as scissors, needles, thread, and clips. The items on the lower level were ridiculous. There were hammers, chainsaws, chisels, axes…

However, no matter how Edmund shouted, he could not make a sound. It was as if his entire body did not belong to him.

The chainsaw played on Edmund's neck, sending bone fragments and blood splattering everywhere. The hammer pounded on his body, and the circular saw pulled hard.

"This is a satisfying symphony."

Edmund's last consciousness was the black-robed man holding him in his hands, as if he was looking at a piece of art that had just come out of the furnace.

Edmund turned into a statue, carved and chiseled by the surgical knife with silver patterns.

Edmund, who had turned into a statue, was ordered by the black-robed man to find a good candidate for the black-robed man. He chose the seed that could become a work of art and become the next lucky one.

It seemed that Liz's father, Kane, was the so-called seed of art.

Sigh, this kind of situation where the villain wants to destroy the world must not happen. The daily work is already very hard. There is no time to save the world, okay? Faust was rather melancholic.

But as the old saying goes, he was already here.

The black mist from Faust's chest surged out and enveloped the headless statue. The statue trembled even more violently. Faust's sharp claws seemed to remind it of a bad memory.

The black fog corroded the statue, causing it to tremble even more violently.

The black fog corroded its mind and quickly spread into the distance towards the threads that controlled it.

"No!" The statue wailed, and its appearance became even more distorted.

It could clearly feel that the spirituality that maintained its body was being extracted by this strange black fog!

As a subsidiary body, it sensed danger and wanted to cut off its connection with the main body immediately. However, the Black Fog had firmly maintained the connection between them, and it could not send any information.

In a basement, Dr. Wayne, who had just completed an operation, wiped the sweat from his forehead and frowned at the work in front of him.

For some reason, the completion level of the work from four months ago could not be replicated. During this period, every work he made had more or less flaws.

This sometimes made Doctor Wayne feel irritated. Once he was anxious, he would want to continue. Once he did it, there would be flaws. If there were flaws, he would be dissatisfied. If he was dissatisfied, he would be anxious again.

He shook his groggy head and picked up the scalpel in his pocket.

In any case, as long as he had this scalpel, his work would bring him more materials. This way, he could always make a work that satisfied him, and he would have no more worries.

Dr. Wayne obsessively placed a silver-white scalpel in his hand in front of him. The light on the operating table reflected every trace of the lines on it, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

For some reason, black fog suddenly emitted from the silver scalpel. The scalpel in Dr. Wayne's hand began to tremble violently, so much so that he could not hold it.

It transmitted an uneasy feeling.

What was this black fog? Wayne was shocked.

He was coming!

Scalpel's consciousness transmitted these words.

What was that?

Dr. Wayne didn't understand what the scalpel was afraid of, but the strong urge contained in it made Dr. Wayne's scalp go numb. He had never seen such a scene before. In the past, it was the materials that were afraid and trembling.

The black fog on the scalpel increased. It flowed and changed, interweaving with each other.

The metal skull broke through reality first and began to materialize, followed by the metal claws and shell. A strange three-meter-tall creature with a hunched back appeared in front of Dr. Wayne.

His entire body was emitting black gas, and the scarlet light was roaring and jumping in his head and chest.

When Dr. Wayne saw " Him," his ears buzzed violently, as if the hammers he had knocked out were exploding in his ears. The things around him could not help but distort and transform. Countless noises were instantly stuffed into his mind.

As soon as Dr. Wayne thought of escaping, countless screams before death exploded in his mind.

"It hurts! It hurts! No! No!"

"Stop knocking! I beg you! I'll return the food to you!"

"I don't want money, I don't want money! My child is still waiting for me to go back. Please, don't!"

"You will suffer retribution!“

" You'll come down to accompany us too, right? Right? Right?"

" You're really here, Doctor. We've been waiting for you, Doctor!"

The connection between Dr. Wayne and the scalpel was easily cut off. He let out a loud cry, his face twisted and ferocious. With a plop, he fell to the ground.

Ordinary people couldn't look straight at Faust's current avatar. If Faust hadn't restrained the influence, Liz's father, Kane, would have fallen asleep like Dr. Wayne. But even so, Kane couldn't withstand the potential influence and fainted from the fear in his heart.

Faust looked at the silver scalpel floating in the air, and the latter immediately trembled.

This was the cause of everything. Dr. Wayne was only the main body that was affected.

The shape of the scalpel was no different from that of modern medical equipment. It was made of silver-white anti-pollution alloy steel, with a long handle and a short blade.

The surface of the scalpel was engraved with complicated patterns, which were curled and intertwined.