21:43 [Current Edibility 46.4%].

A sinister chill crept up the left shoulder.

22:43 [Current Edibility 47.4%].

The arm was occupied by the chill, the hand was freezing.

23:43 [Current Edibility 48.4%].

The left arm was completely taken over, and the chill stealthily attacked my buttocks, making half of my buttocks feel icy.

00:43 [Current Edibility 49.4%].

The buttocks surrendered, and I felt my whole body as if immersed in cold water, with only my head exposed.

00:47 [Current Edibility 50.0%]

My head was also submerged, and I was completely immersed in the icy water. My breaths emitted a bone-chilling cold, and I felt my bones pulsating, pulsating like pig iron.

In the cold spring water, a massive iron hammer swung down upon me, and I transformed into a block of pig iron, being hammered, forged, flattened, and fashioned.

Cold and fire tempered together, amidst excruciating pain and clashes, the impurities within my body were expelled, and I became compact and hardened, reborn.

I turned into Ten-Forged Iron, Hundred-Forged Iron, Thousand-Forged Steel.

I was molded into sharp swords, blood-drinking spears, air-piercing arrows, heavy shields, tough armor, whistling bullets.

I commanded slaughter, everywhere I went was war, I delivered death, and when I departed, rivers of blood flowed.

I am merciless destruction, frigid death, scorching bloodlust, the factor of violence.

And,

Initially, I was just an ordinary block of pig iron!

01:00

Feng Mu abruptly opened his eyes, and in his distinctly black and white pupils, a metallic sheen flashed briefly.

He had a bizarre dream, dreaming that he became a block of pig iron.

[Currently detected edible iron type—Ordinary Pig Iron, Edibility 50.0%.]

[You have absorbed the traits of pig iron—Molded Embryo (White).]

"This isn't a dream, because that block of pig iron is now inside me, integrated into my bones," Feng Mu murmured to himself, "Molded Embryo, huh?"

Feng Mu habitually stuffed a few more Iron Balls into his mouth.

[Edibility↑↑]

The edibility ticked up again, but the chill inside his body did not increase further. Evidently, once the iron transformation had completely covered his bones, it had saturated and would no longer continue to erode his flesh and skin.

Feng Mu felt a bit of regret but also let out a long sigh of relief.

After all, his bones were concealed by a layer of fleshy skin as a disguise. If the iron transformation truly continued to affect his flesh and skin, how could he hide and reside within human society?

At that time, he could only join the Calamity Corpses, and even then he might not be accepted.

Feng Mu flexed his wrist. As his five fingers clenched and moved, a surge of power roiled at his fingertips, bringing a strong urge to tear and shred something.

He looked down in astonishment and saw a sharp pain coming from his fingertip.

The next moment, his fingertip bulged and split open, and amidst the flowing blood, his ghastly white and blue finger bones broke through.

Feng Mu followed the instinct coming from his body, gently pressing his finger on the table. The finger bone instantly pierced through the wood like an iron hook, gouging out a hole.

Feng Mu swallowed hard, raising his hand to manipulate the fragment-laden finger hook as it slowly transformed according to his thoughts.

Sometimes it was a curved hook, sometimes a sharp needle, sometimes a deformed barb, though none were long, only protruding half a fingertip in length, but all exuded bloodlust and treachery.

Like a child with a new toy, Feng Mu manipulated ten fingers to break through the flesh.

In an instant, his palm was stained with blood, and his ten finger bones danced like demons breaking free from his body.

"This is the power of the Molded Embryo. Truly, it doesn't seem like Martial Arts, but more like the Calamity Corpses. However, it feels quite powerful, and I like it." Feng Mu was overjoyed, the effect of the Iron Eater absorbing traits was even more unfathomable than he imagined.

Having had enough fun, Feng Mu retracted his ten fingers and inadvertently shifted his gaze back to his bandaged wrist.

"Is the ability of the Molded Embryo limited to the fingers?" he pondered.

Thinking this, he attempted to try it, but promptly failed.

"Is it not possible?" Feng Mu furrowed his brow. He clearly felt his wrist bones responding to his thoughts, yet ultimately they made no move, let alone breaking through the flesh.

Feng Mu mused, "Perhaps it's not impossible, but that right now I am simply incapable. The current effect of the Molded Embryo can only act on more agile and controllable fingers."

"Maybe, when the Edibility reaches 100%, it can be enhanced?"

"Or perhaps the Molded Embryo can also be upgraded? Since the note in parentheses says (White), does that mean there are also blue, red, and purple colors?"

"How does the Iron Eater upgrade the absorbed traits? Does it improve synchronously with the Iron Eater's own rank, or is there another method?"

Several conjectures flashed through Feng Mu's mind, and he ultimately concluded that he would increase the Edibility to 100% first and then see what changes might occur.

With the daily support of [Frenzy Blood], the remaining half of the Edibility wouldn't be long in coming without needing to rush.

He looked down, wiping off the blood on his palm with a tissue, then observed the broken fingertip which had already healed over quietly, with only faint, slender vertical lines visible, splitting each fingerprint apart.

"That's convenient, saves me from bandaging." Feng Mu tossed the tissue into the trash bin.

He opened a drawer, and the remaining Iron Balls inside were nearing depletion. Amidst the Iron Balls, an irregular Black Core stood out prominently.

"If the traits of pig iron are this unfathomable, the traits of the Nine Nether Evil Iron's fragment must be even beyond imagination~"

Every time Feng Mu saw the Black Core, an intense desire would surge uncontrollably within him.

Closing the drawer, the fervor in Feng Mu's eyes dimmed: "Iron is to be consumed step by step, the path to be walked one step at a time. Tomorrow, I'll restock the Iron Balls first, and later I'll need to train the "Crane Claw Skill", so I can buy more at once."

Composing himself, Feng Mu took out his phone, removed the SIM card, and inserted a new anonymous SIM card.

After some thought, he put on headphones before inputting a number and sending a text message.

——Did you sleep well last night? I hope your answer can renew life's subscription.

Send?

Feng Mu's finger hovered over the send button, then hesitated, deleted the message, and composed a new one to send out.

——Are you sleepless late at night? Do you have too much energy with nowhere to place it? Please call 157xxxxxxxxxx, a local girl is willing to be your dream angel.

It's hard to plant an eye, can't risk exposure because of a single message.

As for if the worst-case scenario occurs, and Ma Wei's phone is confiscated but no bait is taken, if they insist on calling back to confirm, then it's just his bad luck, destiny's decree.

An eye's fate is to be discarded; what can one do, but plant another one again.

The worst scenario didn't happen. Ma Wei was apparently smarter than Feng Mu anticipated. Shortly after the message was sent, the call was returned.

Beep.... Beep.... Beep....

Ten seconds into the ringing, Feng Mu answered the call, but didn't speak.

For a moment, the phone was silent, with only faint breathing, until after a while, Ma Wei's voice softly drifted through: "Hey, is it you, boss? I've been too scared to sleep waiting all night for your call, don't frighten me like this~"

Feng Mu's lips curled into a smile, his voice low and cold, "Hearing you're alive, I'm relieved, but hearing rumors outside that I'm a lame, that displeases me."

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