Expensive Life
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"So, power and level really don't correlate with the weight." Han Sen hesitated a moment before taking some blood out of the small goldfish's wound and throwing it at the fate monument.
Just like earlier, after the fate monument absorbed the small goldfish's blood, the top of the monument displayed a bunch of numbers. The total sum rose quickly.
Han Sen did not have many high expectations. After all, its mother had a soul that weighed a measly 26 kilograms. The small goldfish's soul would likely be less than half of that.
But the fate monument's number managed to hit three digits, and it was increasing fast. The numbers were rising like mad. A second later, it hit four digits.
"The soul is so weird. They are blood-related, but the weight of the soul has a massive difference." Han Sen was shocked.