In the incomparably silent and pure dark space, Kant's eyes suddenly burst out with dense pitch-black data chains. In an instant, the figure that was madly pouncing over was bound in mid-air.
"Ah, darn it! What is this?" The figure only had time to scream before it collapsed and turned back into a drop of golden blood. From this drop of blood, Kant could feel the feeling of being deeply connected by blood.
The system's data chains wrapped the drop of golden blood tightly. There seemed to be a monster trapped in this drop of blood, constantly changing its form. From time to time, roars were coming from the golden blood.
"How dare you offend me? Do you know which god am I? I order you... ouch!"
"You are the only blood descendant of mine that still lives in this world. Stop right now. As a god, I can consider leaving your soul and consciousness behind to become my holy spirit! Ouch!"
