In an instant, accompanied by a blinding white light.
Right under the Foul Sli's astonished gaze, its body was instantly enveloped by the white radiance.
And Lynn closed his eyes, rapidly constructing in his mind the image he considered the coolest, most capable of attracting girls, then swiftly applied that transformation to its form.
This is definitely a good one!
"Done!"
The next mont, Lynn smiled confidently and sharply withdrew his hand.
As the white light faded.
The Foul Sli's new form slowly materialized on the spot.
A robust physique, a sharply defined jawline, a perfectly proportioned body, eight-pack abs, and a handso face that could make any girl swoon at first glance.
"How is it?" Lynn's lips curled up at the corner as he said, "Are you satisfied with this body? This is absolutely the deadliest male form I could conceive!"
Zuo Zuo was also staring in shock at the Foul Sli's new form, saying, "This... this is..."
The Foul Sli was also stunned, instinctively looking down at its own body.
Then it turned around.
And looked at the large mirror on the opposite wall.
In the mirror, a completely naked human youth, at least 1.8 ters tall, was reflected there.
But that wasn't the main point.
The main point was that the youth in the mirror couldn't just be said to bear a general resemblance to the Lynn standing before it;
they were, at the very least, identical.
"Isn't this you?!" The Foul Sli was shocked.
Lynn's lips curled up as he said, "No, it's the coolest version of my pri youth that I could imagine. This level of looks can't be called the absolute highest, but it's definitely top-tier. If I were a girl, I'd definitely be fighting to marry him too."
"..."
Surrounding silence.
The Foul Sli instantly beca frantic, saying, "Are you kidding ?! Do you really intend to remodel into this?! Forget whether it's even possible;
even if it really worked, when I finally pursue the girl I love and... sleep with her, would it be sleeping with her, or you sleeping with her?!"
Lynn looked surprised. "I hadn't thought about that, but thinking about it now, it does seem quite weird."
The Foul Sli went berserk. "Of course! Change it! Change it to sothing else! Also, don't turn into a humanoid creature anymore, I really don't like humanoid creatures at all! Understand?!"
Lynn seriously extended his hand, smiling. "Relax! The custor is God. This ti, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Whoosh—
In an instant.
The blinding white light once again enveloped the Foul Sli.
Lynn's mind rapidly constructed a new image, then imdiately applied it to the Foul Sli's mimicry.
The next mont, Lynn let out a breath, adjusted his monocle, and smiled:
"How about now? Not a humanoid creature, but absolutely very imposing. You could say this is definitely the coolest, most masculine creature in my mind!"
The Foul Sli hesitantly turned its head and looked at the mirror not far away.
In the mirror, a majestic lion completely composed of sli stood there imposingly, with huge wings spread wide, exuding a kingly aura.
The Foul Sli stared closely at its reflection in the mirror, saying:
"It doesn't match my aesthetic, and this probably isn't a creature from the Dark World, right? If I went out parading around like this, wouldn't I die very quickly? And this clearly has zero masculine charm!"
Lynn: "..."
Lynn opened his dead-fish eyes wide, saying, "Alright, then I'll mimicry you one more ti. Do you have any new requirents?"
"No beasts!"
Lynn, helpless, had to extend his hand again, applying the mimicry ability to it.
And then, over the next few minutes, Lynn began continuously adjusting its mimicked form.
"How about this one?"
"Doesn't match my aesthetic."
"This one?"
"Not a shred of masculine spirit."
"How about this one!!"
"I don't like chanical things."
"(Grinding teeth)"
From outside the sanatorium, one could also see flash after flash of white light constantly brightening and then extinguishing inside.
A full half hour later, Lynn, his ntal energy depleted, sat panting on a chair, looking with utter exasperation at the Foul Sli across from him, which still hadn't decided what shape it wanted to beco.
"Are you ever going to be done?!" Lynn said exasperatedly. "I've shown you no less than thirty different forms, you should at least give a bottom line!"
The Foul Sli also knew it was being far too picky and said awkwardly, "Sorry, maybe our aesthetics are just different. Most of the forms I feel are lacking a little bit of masculine spirit. The ideal form in my mind..."
"Is the kind that, as soon as it appears in a crowd, imdiately becos the focus of the entire scene. Of course, it's best if it's a bit more imposing, a bit more robust, with a bit more masculine spirit..."
Its voice grew lower and lower as it spoke.
Because it saw Lynn staring at it with dead-fish eyes, with a look that seed ready to kill it at any mont.
It coughed and said, "Are the requirents a bit too high?"
Lynn opened his dead-fish eyes wide, saying, "No, not high at all. Didn't you want more masculine spirit? I just thought of one form, I just don't know if you can accept it."
The Foul Sli was stunned. "What form?"
...
One hour later.
The sanatorium's main door slowly opened, and a towering thing could be seen waddling and squirming out from the Abnormal Creature Reception Center.
The Foul Sli, holding a mirror, carefully examined this form that was said to be maxed out in masculine spirit, and walked out the door.
"I don't know if it's true or not."
It pondered hesitantly.
Because according to the Good Doctor, sir's introduction, this indeed perfectly t all the requirents it had proposed, from every aspect.
Robust, towering, piercing straight into the heavens, the kind of invincible existence that gives people an overwhelming sense of intimidation at first glance.
And according to what the Good Doctor, sir said.
This form not only makes females who see it instantly stare dumbfounded, but also makes males who see it feel ashad and utterly humiliated—a weapon-grade appearance.
"I need to go test it in a crowd, see if it really can beco the kind that becos the focus of the entire scene."
The Foul Sli hesitantly held the mirror, squirming its body, waddling as it made its way toward the street.
And at this very mont.
On the punk-style street.
A lady with a pair of cat ears was seen holding so docunts in her hand, blinking her eyes, revealing a fang, bouncing and skipping along the road.
She was none other than the day-shift Night Doctor, Aier.
Normally, she wouldn't be out at this hour, but just as she was about to go to sleep, she suddenly rembered that so of the dical record files she needed to organize had been left at the Abnormal Creature Reception Center.
So there was no choice.
She could only go back to retrieve them.
And she could also take this opportunity to see how that Good Doctor, sir whom she hadn't t yet was working, whether he was properly helping those abnormal creatures with their ailnts?
Thinking this.
She bounced and skipped forward.
But just as she was about to turn a corner, she instantly bumped head-on into an exceptionally majestic and hard object, then fell backward onto the ground, landing hard on her bottom with a thud.
Thump—
"Ouch."
Aier grimaced, clutching her bottom and head, tears nearly squeezed out from the impact.
"Who is it?! Don't you have eyes when you walk?!"
And in the dim, hazy glow of the streetlamp, a thick, majestic thing slowly wriggled upright toward her, emitting a deliberately deep and resonant voice from within.
"Miss, are you alright?"
The full appearance of that object slowly ca into view before Aier.
"Of course I'm..."
Aier, still in pain, lifted her head, instinctively looking toward the object she had just bumped into.
But almost the instant she raised her head, the huge shadow fell upon her face. Thick, towering, majestic, with a shape conveying an indescribable sense of power.
Buzz—
Her expression instantly froze.
"This... this is..."
She stared dumbfounded at the enormous thing standing before her, her mouth agape, montarily so intimidated she couldn't utter a single word.
She swore, that was absolutely the most... most indescribable thing she had ever seen in all her years of dical practice!
Why... why does it look like...
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