Chapter 856: Visiting the Whores 4
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Blakecore (and, Mr. Hilda and Christie) seemed to be thinking about using a new method to treat Isabelle's arm.
That's the one I used to tell you about when I treated Beatrice.
"It's also possible to divert my regenerative power to completely grow my arms, but with normal sensibility, it seems to be quite painful during regeneration. I don't feel 'painful' at all anymore unless I try to be aware of it."
"That's tricky too..."
"Basically, you can't die if you want to. There's nothing wrong with having no pain. I've already forgotten, but I'm sure when I was new to the Holy Beast, I tried hard to block it."
"Do you ever become a Holy Beast?
"Of course that is. I shouldn't have been there either before the ruins civilization built this labyrinth. I don't remember."
I talked about it, and Blakecore took Mr. Isabel's amputated right arm (which he regained some freshness in the hot spring, but I knew it was already turning into a corpse luster) and observed it shiveringly...... and suddenly I wondered if he had bushed a "horn" in his left palm, replacing it with a knife and chopping off his right arm without any notice.
Mr. Isabelle, who is goofy.
... and, if you look closely, the chopped arms have brown skin, just like Mr. Isabel. The size also fits Mr. Isabelle, who is quite small from the current breakcore.
"Even the old arms won't heal, but there will be a little effort to regain function. It's already dead meat.... and this is a slight modification of my arm, but I've been using it until now, so I need less effort to get used to it."
"Yeah......!?
"It just doesn't mean that it stays exactly the same either way. An arm that has already lost its soul, albeit its own flesh, or an arm of mine that remains vital but entirely others... Anyway, after connecting one of them to your arms, you must borrow the inexhaustible energy from the Holy Beast (me) to reconquer it as your own flesh, your own bones. Compared to rebirth, there's no pain, no need for control, so the difficulty is exceptionally low, but if you don't stay focused on treatment, you're in trouble."
"... this, trouble?
"Even if you succeed in treatment, you will continue to have a foreign feeling in your arms… the illusion that it doesn't belong to you becomes attached. I don't know why, but that kind of feeling seems to tend to remain particularly strong when some of the flesh of the Holy Beast is transplanted. It becomes a magical spirit to twist it down with the power to shed it from me and to teach it as mine again in every corner"
"Uh... that makes it less dangerous if you use my arms that I brought?
"It's safe in that sense, but it's my view that the hassle of striving for full healing won't change much. Like I said, he's already dead. It takes a corresponding force to force life there and live to the same condition as before. Well, there's a difference in how much you like to clean up."
Even while I'm saying it, Breakcore gets more meat out of his wound, and in about ten seconds, he grows his arm again.... invincible again. I can do something similar, though, Dragon.
"Or you give up your arm joints and you're also establishing a way to grow them from scratch like I just did while reducing the pain. Although it would be a regeneration procedure while inserting Andy's dick in relation to flushing excess chi into the dragon through Andy"
"It's perfectly fine to insert something else, and I don't mind you framing me right now without any context, but it's a waste of my arm..."
This may be the first time a patient has not moved to such a pornographic regenerative technique in many ways.
... Isabelle compares her arms (and those of Breakcore who imitated it) that have been rolling around for a while, and also makes her gaze back and forth with Breakcore herself.
Hilda and Christie watching over her spit. I guess it's interesting in relation to the fact that they're both involved in sorcery development.
Eventually, Mr. Isabel nodded as he had decided to.
"... I got it made, I'm going to use this arm"
I picked up a broken core arm and gave it away.
The procedure is simple this time. You don't even need me to go in there on purpose.
Wash the wound and let Mr. Hilda hypothetically join his new arm, where Blakecore sends his force to infinitely regenerate.
And after you've blocked the wound on your arm, tighten up the new arm breakcore component and squeeze your strength in the direction of taming it as Mr. Isabel's flesh.
I made up for the meat I lacked when I did my legs with venison, and gradually replaced it with my muscles with the care and spiritual fountain power of Mr. Hilda's therapeutic engravings, but it seems like that one.
Maybe I could have done it this way when I was Beatrice.
"Ngu... uhh... that sounds weird... like when the paralysis is coming out... eh!
Now Mr. Isabelle is being touched in the forehead by Blake Core, from which she gets strength to heal her right arm.
The amputation marks on both arms disappeared in about a minute of the thing, but it's long from there.
"You can think of it as my physical factor that you feel paralyzed. Erase everything without a slight paralysis. Then you should be a little bit more conscious and adjust the size of your arm."
"Ugh... how do you do that?
"Try reaching out with your hands together. It would be a little thicker and longer on the right. My vision was sweet. … it's like a bone shrink… yes, it's working."
"Wow... I didn't want to know what this felt like...!!
A rare and truly perplexing voice for Mr. Isabel. Well, it wouldn't be an experience so many times in my life to manipulate my flesh size with the help of the Holy Beast.
"... hey Blakecore, could you possibly apply that to make an adult look like a child?
"I wouldn't have to do it, but I don't really recommend it. When you also shrink your face to fit your physique, it shrinks to your brain. Doing so can transform your personality. I originally had a much smaller brain than a human being, so it didn't really affect me."
"... oh, it's a horny horse"
"Besides, I can change anytime soon, but I'm sure it's inconvenient for those who don't. Suppression of substantial physical ageing should be sufficient in the Spirit Springs, so you better not find hope in this way"
"Oh, no, it's not about hope or anything like that,"
I guess it sounded like I was trying to use it to live longer. I was just wondering if I could see a child version of the female slaves or an adult version of Irina.
... and while I was thinking about it, it seemed that Isabelle's treatment was more or less over.
"... oh... it feels like you're overwhelmed if you get paralyzed."
"That's not a good sign either, so let's go on for a bit longer. Maybe it still leaves my holy beast trait, so it makes me feel like I have enough power in vain. The ideal is only 'back to normal'."
"... I see. Feels like kicking out this strangely perceived power?
"That's right. You're getting it."
Correction. It's still going to take a little while.
After a while, Mr. Isabel finally regained his arm completely.
And the remaining old arms.
"Would you like a BBQ?
"Absolutely not. You need to be more aware that people shouldn't recognize human flesh as food."
"Well... well as far as I'm concerned, whether it's my hand or my leg, if I cut it and drop it, it'll just rot if someone doesn't eat it, and I just don't think..."
"I respect that value as a kind of mindset, but basically humans can't treat what they lose once as edible because they don't grow anymore"
If I deny it all, I want to tell her that it's basically a way of thinking that humans shouldn't do, as I would keep it to a fluffy denial because it would also be tiring for survivors like Nancy.
but.
"But it's certainly no use just rotting..."
"Mr. Isabel, go back to your sanity too! Don't be affected!
I desperately push Mr. Isabelle, who is weirdly in tune, whether it's because he "took in" breakcore meat.
I know very well that I'm shocked by the values in this treatment and breakcore behavior, but who's the premise to eat first?
"But it might taste good, right?
"What will you do if you want to eat again..."
"... that's certainly troublesome to think about"
Good. You managed to calm me down.
And if you think about it.
"Then I'll feed the dog."
I hadn't been able to give up effective use yet.
"If a dog realizes Dark Elf's arm is delicious, he'll start eating it."
"... you shouldn't either"
Mmm, and roaring Mr. Isabel.
Exactly a frightened lila picks up her old arm and burns it boggly.
"Ho. If I had to, I should have let the Holy Beast make it again. Don't obsess."
"Uh..."
Sounds a little unfortunate, Mr. Isabel.
Well, it's part of the flesh my parents gave me, so it's not necessarily an unusual idea to think that if you can help something, even if you don't need it anymore...
Maybe I shouldn't have denied it too much momentum.
"Right. It's easy for me. You can have as many as you want."
Zaku, a breakcore that makes noise.... Zaku?
I was just beyond Lyla, so I stretched my neck and looked, and I was producing about three pairs of arms to match Mr. Isabel for nothing again. Cut it off when you grow it, cut it off when you grow it.
"No, wait, who said I needed it! Don't increase it! What can I use it for!
"No, to prove how easy it is to make"
"Who suspects!?
I ended up having Lyla wipe out all the additional new arms.
I'm going to forget that the smell just seemed a little yummy.
(cont 'd)
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Blakecore (and, Mr. Hilda and Christie) seemed to be thinking about using a new method to treat Isabelle's arm.
That's the one I used to tell you about when I treated Beatrice.
"It's also possible to divert my regenerative power to completely grow my arms, but with normal sensibility, it seems to be quite painful during regeneration. I don't feel 'painful' at all anymore unless I try to be aware of it."
"That's tricky too..."
"Basically, you can't die if you want to. There's nothing wrong with having no pain. I've already forgotten, but I'm sure when I was new to the Holy Beast, I tried hard to block it."
"Do you ever become a Holy Beast?
"Of course that is. I shouldn't have been there either before the ruins civilization built this labyrinth. I don't remember."
I talked about it, and Blakecore took Mr. Isabel's amputated right arm (which he regained some freshness in the hot spring, but I knew it was already turning into a corpse luster) and observed it shiveringly...... and suddenly I wondered if he had bushed a "horn" in his left palm, replacing it with a knife and chopping off his right arm without any notice.
Mr. Isabelle, who is goofy.
... and, if you look closely, the chopped arms have brown skin, just like Mr. Isabel. The size also fits Mr. Isabelle, who is quite small from the current breakcore.
"Even the old arms won't heal, but there will be a little effort to regain function. It's already dead meat.... and this is a slight modification of my arm, but I've been using it until now, so I need less effort to get used to it."
"Yeah......!?
"It just doesn't mean that it stays exactly the same either way. An arm that has already lost its soul, albeit its own flesh, or an arm of mine that remains vital but entirely others... Anyway, after connecting one of them to your arms, you must borrow the inexhaustible energy from the Holy Beast (me) to reconquer it as your own flesh, your own bones. Compared to rebirth, there's no pain, no need for control, so the difficulty is exceptionally low, but if you don't stay focused on treatment, you're in trouble."
"... this, trouble?
"Even if you succeed in treatment, you will continue to have a foreign feeling in your arms… the illusion that it doesn't belong to you becomes attached. I don't know why, but that kind of feeling seems to tend to remain particularly strong when some of the flesh of the Holy Beast is transplanted. It becomes a magical spirit to twist it down with the power to shed it from me and to teach it as mine again in every corner"
"Uh... that makes it less dangerous if you use my arms that I brought?
"It's safe in that sense, but it's my view that the hassle of striving for full healing won't change much. Like I said, he's already dead. It takes a corresponding force to force life there and live to the same condition as before. Well, there's a difference in how much you like to clean up."
Even while I'm saying it, Breakcore gets more meat out of his wound, and in about ten seconds, he grows his arm again.... invincible again. I can do something similar, though, Dragon.
"Or you give up your arm joints and you're also establishing a way to grow them from scratch like I just did while reducing the pain. Although it would be a regeneration procedure while inserting Andy's dick in relation to flushing excess chi into the dragon through Andy"
"It's perfectly fine to insert something else, and I don't mind you framing me right now without any context, but it's a waste of my arm..."
This may be the first time a patient has not moved to such a pornographic regenerative technique in many ways.
... Isabelle compares her arms (and those of Breakcore who imitated it) that have been rolling around for a while, and also makes her gaze back and forth with Breakcore herself.
Hilda and Christie watching over her spit. I guess it's interesting in relation to the fact that they're both involved in sorcery development.
Eventually, Mr. Isabel nodded as he had decided to.
"... I got it made, I'm going to use this arm"
I picked up a broken core arm and gave it away.
The procedure is simple this time. You don't even need me to go in there on purpose.
Wash the wound and let Mr. Hilda hypothetically join his new arm, where Blakecore sends his force to infinitely regenerate.
And after you've blocked the wound on your arm, tighten up the new arm breakcore component and squeeze your strength in the direction of taming it as Mr. Isabel's flesh.
I made up for the meat I lacked when I did my legs with venison, and gradually replaced it with my muscles with the care and spiritual fountain power of Mr. Hilda's therapeutic engravings, but it seems like that one.
Maybe I could have done it this way when I was Beatrice.
"Ngu... uhh... that sounds weird... like when the paralysis is coming out... eh!
Now Mr. Isabelle is being touched in the forehead by Blake Core, from which she gets strength to heal her right arm.
The amputation marks on both arms disappeared in about a minute of the thing, but it's long from there.
"You can think of it as my physical factor that you feel paralyzed. Erase everything without a slight paralysis. Then you should be a little bit more conscious and adjust the size of your arm."
"Ugh... how do you do that?
"Try reaching out with your hands together. It would be a little thicker and longer on the right. My vision was sweet. … it's like a bone shrink… yes, it's working."
"Wow... I didn't want to know what this felt like...!!
A rare and truly perplexing voice for Mr. Isabel. Well, it wouldn't be an experience so many times in my life to manipulate my flesh size with the help of the Holy Beast.
"... hey Blakecore, could you possibly apply that to make an adult look like a child?
"I wouldn't have to do it, but I don't really recommend it. When you also shrink your face to fit your physique, it shrinks to your brain. Doing so can transform your personality. I originally had a much smaller brain than a human being, so it didn't really affect me."
"... oh, it's a horny horse"
"Besides, I can change anytime soon, but I'm sure it's inconvenient for those who don't. Suppression of substantial physical ageing should be sufficient in the Spirit Springs, so you better not find hope in this way"
"Oh, no, it's not about hope or anything like that,"
I guess it sounded like I was trying to use it to live longer. I was just wondering if I could see a child version of the female slaves or an adult version of Irina.
... and while I was thinking about it, it seemed that Isabelle's treatment was more or less over.
"... oh... it feels like you're overwhelmed if you get paralyzed."
"That's not a good sign either, so let's go on for a bit longer. Maybe it still leaves my holy beast trait, so it makes me feel like I have enough power in vain. The ideal is only 'back to normal'."
"... I see. Feels like kicking out this strangely perceived power?
"That's right. You're getting it."
Correction. It's still going to take a little while.
After a while, Mr. Isabel finally regained his arm completely.
And the remaining old arms.
"Would you like a BBQ?
"Absolutely not. You need to be more aware that people shouldn't recognize human flesh as food."
"Well... well as far as I'm concerned, whether it's my hand or my leg, if I cut it and drop it, it'll just rot if someone doesn't eat it, and I just don't think..."
"I respect that value as a kind of mindset, but basically humans can't treat what they lose once as edible because they don't grow anymore"
If I deny it all, I want to tell her that it's basically a way of thinking that humans shouldn't do, as I would keep it to a fluffy denial because it would also be tiring for survivors like Nancy.
but.
"But it's certainly no use just rotting..."
"Mr. Isabel, go back to your sanity too! Don't be affected!
I desperately push Mr. Isabelle, who is weirdly in tune, whether it's because he "took in" breakcore meat.
I know very well that I'm shocked by the values in this treatment and breakcore behavior, but who's the premise to eat first?
"But it might taste good, right?
"What will you do if you want to eat again..."
"... that's certainly troublesome to think about"
Good. You managed to calm me down.
And if you think about it.
"Then I'll feed the dog."
I hadn't been able to give up effective use yet.
"If a dog realizes Dark Elf's arm is delicious, he'll start eating it."
"... you shouldn't either"
Mmm, and roaring Mr. Isabel.
Exactly a frightened lila picks up her old arm and burns it boggly.
"Ho. If I had to, I should have let the Holy Beast make it again. Don't obsess."
"Uh..."
Sounds a little unfortunate, Mr. Isabel.
Well, it's part of the flesh my parents gave me, so it's not necessarily an unusual idea to think that if you can help something, even if you don't need it anymore...
Maybe I shouldn't have denied it too much momentum.
"Right. It's easy for me. You can have as many as you want."
Zaku, a breakcore that makes noise.... Zaku?
I was just beyond Lyla, so I stretched my neck and looked, and I was producing about three pairs of arms to match Mr. Isabel for nothing again. Cut it off when you grow it, cut it off when you grow it.
"No, wait, who said I needed it! Don't increase it! What can I use it for!
"No, to prove how easy it is to make"
"Who suspects!?
I ended up having Lyla wipe out all the additional new arms.
I'm going to forget that the smell just seemed a little yummy.
(cont 'd)
Blakecore and, Mr. Hilda and Christie seemed to be thinking about using a new method to treat Isabelle's arm.That's the one I used to tell you about when I treated Beatrice."It's also possible to divert my regenerative power to completely grow my arms, but with normal sensibility, it seems to be quite painful during regeneration. I don't feel 'painful' at all anymore unless I try to be aware of it.""That's tricky too...""Basically, you can't die if you want to. There's nothing wrong with having no pain. I've already forgotten, but I'm sure when I was new to the Holy Beast, I tried hard to block it.""Do you ever become a Holy Beast? "Of course that is. I shouldn't have been there either before the ruins civilization built this labyrinth. I don't remember."I talked about it, and Blakecore took Mr. Isabel's amputated right arm which he regained some freshness in the hot spring, but I knew it was already turning into a corpse luster and observed it shiveringly...... and suddenly I wondered if he had bushed a "horn" in his left palm, replacing it with a knife and chopping off his right arm without any notice.Mr. Isabelle, who is goofy.... and, if you look closely, the chopped arms have brown skin, just like Mr. Isabel. The size also fits Mr. Isabelle, who is quite small from the current breakcore."Even the old arms won't heal, but there will be a little effort to regain function. It's already dead meat.... and this is a slight modification of my arm, but I've been using it until now, so I need less effort to get used to it.""Yeah......!? "It just doesn't mean that it stays exactly the same either way. An arm that has already lost its soul, albeit its own flesh, or an arm of mine that remains vital but entirely others... Anyway, after connecting one of them to your arms, you must borrow the inexhaustible energy from the Holy Beast me to reconquer it as your own flesh, your own bones. Compared to rebirth, there's no pain, no need for control, so the difficulty is exceptionally low, but if you don't stay focused on treatment, you're in trouble.""... this, trouble? "Even if you succeed in treatment, you will continue to have a foreign feeling in your arms the illusion that it doesn't belong to you becomes attached. I don't know why, but that kind of feeling seems to tend to remain particularly strong when some of the flesh of the Holy Beast is transplanted. It becomes a magical spirit to twist it down with the power to shed it from me and to teach it as mine again in every corner""Uh... that makes it less dangerous if you use my arms that I brought? "It's safe in that sense, but it's my view that the hassle of striving for full healing won't change much. Like I said, he's already dead. It takes a corresponding force to force life there and live to the same condition as before. Well, there's a difference in how much you like to clean up."Even while I'm saying it, Breakcore gets more meat out of his wound, and in about ten seconds, he grows his arm again.... invincible again. I can do something similar, though, Dragon."Or you give up your arm joints and you're also establishing a way to grow them from scratch like I just did while reducing the pain. Although it would be a regeneration procedure while inserting Andy's dick in relation to flushing excess chi into the dragon through Andy""It's perfectly fine to insert something else, and I don't mind you framing me right now without any context, but it's a waste of my arm..."This may be the first time a patient has not moved to such a pornographic regenerative technique in many ways.... Isabelle compares her arms and those of Breakcore who imitated it that have been rolling around for a while, and also makes her gaze back and forth with Breakcore herself.Hilda and Christie watching over her spit. I guess it's interesting in relation to the fact that they're both involved in sorcery development.Eventually, Mr. Isabel nodded as he had decided to."... I got it made, I'm going to use this arm"I picked up a broken core arm and gave it away.The procedure is simple this time. You don't even need me to go in there on purpose.Wash the wound and let Mr. Hilda hypothetically join his new arm, where Blakecore sends his force to infinitely regenerate.And after you've blocked the wound on your arm, tighten up the new arm breakcore component and squeeze your strength in the direction of taming it as Mr. Isabel's flesh.I made up for the meat I lacked when I did my legs with venison, and gradually replaced it with my muscles with the care and spiritual fountain power of Mr. Hilda's therapeutic engravings, but it seems like that one.Maybe I could have done it this way when I was Beatrice."Ngu... uhh... that sounds weird... like when the paralysis is coming out... eh! Now Mr. Isabelle is being touched in the forehead by Blake Core, from which she gets strength to heal her right arm.The amputation marks on both arms disappeared in about a minute of the thing, but it's long from there."You can think of it as my physical factor that you feel paralyzed. Erase everything without a slight paralysis. Then you should be a little bit more conscious and adjust the size of your arm.""Ugh... how do you do that? "Try reaching out with your hands together. It would be a little thicker and longer on the right. My vision was sweet. it's like a bone shrink yes, it's working.""Wow... I didn't want to know what this felt like...!! A rare and truly perplexing voice for Mr. Isabel. Well, it wouldn't be an experience so many times in my life to manipulate my flesh size with the help of the Holy Beast."... hey Blakecore, could you possibly apply that to make an adult look like a child? "I wouldn't have to do it, but I don't really recommend it. When you also shrink your face to fit your physique, it shrinks to your brain. Doing so can transform your personality. I originally had a much smaller brain than a human being, so it didn't really affect me.""... oh, it's a horny horse""Besides, I can change anytime soon, but I'm sure it's inconvenient for those who don't. Suppression of substantial physical ageing should be sufficient in the Spirit Springs, so you better not find hope in this way""Oh, no, it's not about hope or anything like that,"I guess it sounded like I was trying to use it to live longer. I was just wondering if I could see a child version of the female slaves or an adult version of Irina.... and while I was thinking about it, it seemed that Isabelle's treatment was more or less over."... oh... it feels like you're overwhelmed if you get paralyzed.""That's not a good sign either, so let's go on for a bit longer. Maybe it still leaves my holy beast trait, so it makes me feel like I have enough power in vain. The ideal is only 'back to normal'.""... I see. Feels like kicking out this strangely perceived power? "That's right. You're getting it."Correction. It's still going to take a little while.After a while, Mr. Isabel finally regained his arm completely.And the remaining old arms."Would you like a BBQ? "Absolutely not. You need to be more aware that people shouldn't recognize human flesh as food.""Well... well as far as I'm concerned, whether it's my hand or my leg, if I cut it and drop it, it'll just rot if someone doesn't eat it, and I just don't think...""I respect that value as a kind of mindset, but basically humans can't treat what they lose once as edible because they don't grow anymore"If I deny it all, I want to tell her that it's basically a way of thinking that humans shouldn't do, as I would keep it to a fluffy denial because it would also be tiring for survivors like Nancy.but."But it's certainly no use just rotting...""Mr. Isabel, go back to your sanity too! Don't be affected! I desperately push Mr. Isabelle, who is weirdly in tune, whether it's because he "took in" breakcore meat.I know very well that I'm shocked by the values in this treatment and breakcore behavior, but who's the premise to eat first?"But it might taste good, right? "What will you do if you want to eat again...""... that's certainly troublesome to think about"Good. You managed to calm me down.And if you think about it."Then I'll feed the dog."I hadn't been able to give up effective use yet."If a dog realizes Dark Elf's arm is delicious, he'll start eating it.""... you shouldn't either"Mmm, and roaring Mr. Isabel.Exactly a frightened lila picks up her old arm and burns it boggly."Ho. If I had to, I should have let the Holy Beast make it again. Don't obsess.""Uh..."Sounds a little unfortunate, Mr. Isabel.Well, it's part of the flesh my parents gave me, so it's not necessarily an unusual idea to think that if you can help something, even if you don't need it anymore...Maybe I shouldn't have denied it too much momentum."Right. It's easy for me. You can have as many as you want."Zaku, a breakcore that makes noise.... Zaku?I was just beyond Lyla, so I stretched my neck and looked, and I was producing about three pairs of arms to match Mr. Isabel for nothing again. Cut it off when you grow it, cut it off when you grow it."No, wait, who said I needed it! Don't increase it! What can I use it for! "No, to prove how easy it is to make""Who suspects!? I ended up having Lyla wipe out all the additional new arms.I'm going to forget that the smell just seemed a little yummy.cont 'd
