After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at his arm.
His palm was delicate and fair, like that of a woman's hand, filled with a sense of finesse.
Upon closer inspection, however, his palm had a blood-colored texture, as if it was engorged with blood.
Overall, this body had quite a few problems.
Taking the Bloodstone potion did indeed successfully transform him into a pure blood, but it also burdened his body with a load it shouldn't have carried.
Adam felt that, if nothing went wrong, he probably only had about a month left to live.
"It's really short-lived."
He couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, not knowing what to say.
But it's not too bad.
At least he didn't die suddenly, right?
If he had died suddenly, this experiment would have been a complete waste.
Now it was still okay.
At least he still had time to record all kinds of information.
A small knife was drawn by him, and then some blood was shed, dripping onto the table.
