Touching the Origin of Mankind felt like caressing a warm piece of jade, cool and delicate, like a baby's skin, irresistible to the touch.
Duge stared intently at the Origin of Mankind.
Unlike Jannie, after he placed his hand over it, there was no sign of the mist inside migrating towards the palm of his hand.
Was he the unlucky one, bearing ninety percent of bad luck?
Duge frowned slightly.
But he was never one to resign to fate. Since the mist in the Origin of Mankind caused genetic mutation, he might as well coax it out.
What's not yours won't hurt your heart; a tool that can't be utilized is disposable if it breaks.
Dark God Power has corrosive properties, and Dark God Power surged from Duge's palm, enveloping the junction between his hand and the Origin of Mankind.
The Origin of Mankind seemed to perceive the danger, its mist churning violently, resisting the corrosion of the Dark God Power.
"Kou Nan, what are you doing?" Kaska asked.
