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Noland Lee used “he” to refer to the Titan in the sky, which is somewhat inaccurate.

The Titan didn’t have the normal physiological features of a human.

At least from what could be seen on its surface, the Titan had no “handle” or “headlights” or anything like that.

The corresponding limbs were either covered with filthy blood or completely bare.

Noland Lee didn’t care much about the Titan’s gender.

His focus was on the wound on the Titan’s head.

The flesh was torn there, bleeding profusely, punctured by a black curved hook.

Every time the Titan screamed, he would twist his head, worsening his injury. The black curved hook would scrape the edges of the wound like a file, grinding out filthy blood and pieces of flesh.

This sight scared Noland, but he had to force himself to stare at the Titan’s wound intently.

Because there were numerous red, white, green, and light blue extraordinary traits around the wound.

After the black curved hook squeezed the wound, those things emerged from the skin beneath the Titan’s surface, sticking to the skin’s surface.

But the problem was, the black curved hook corrupted these extraordinary traits at an incredibly fast speed, turning them into a mixed-color substance known as “Extraordinary Characteristic: Chaotic Mutation.”

Noland observed these details when he flew to the Titan’s chest area.

Facing the personal attribute reward within reach, he didn’t immediately continue to soar, snatching clean extraordinary traits from the “hands” of the black curved hook.

All because the black curved hook was not made of metal, and it was not a lifeless object.

Noland saw it clearly now.

That thing was a living, dark tentacle, covered in cysts on the surface, slippery and sticky.

When the sunlight shone on it, it reflected a greasy light, easily reminding people of partially dried tar.

This black tentacle, resembling a curved hook, was alive.

It contracted and expanded rhythmically as if it were breathing or drawing food from the Titan’s body.

From time to time, the cysts on its surface would tremble, splitting open a small crack, revealing dark green eves.

The eyes would slightly rotate, secreting poisonous fog from the dark green mucus.

When the mucus dripped onto the Titan’s skin, it “burned” blisters, corroded the surface, and seeped into the Titan’s blood vessels and subcutaneous tissues.

All the extraordinary traits it passed along the way would be contaminated by this mucus.

When Noland saw this scene, he only felt a throbbing in his temples.

If he really intended to touch the black tentacle, he doubted he could survive.

It is very likely that just touching the cyst secretion, would immediately result in his death.

“It seems that the difficulty of this place is too high for me; it’s not a level I can handle,” Noland thought.

Noland stood on the Titan’s chest hair, looking down at the mountains and clouds below, his gaze falling on the smoke pillars:

“Perhaps the significance of the Twilight Dream lies in the large cluster of extraordinary traits expelled by the Titan. As long as you’re clever enough and act quickly, you can rescue the extraordinary traits before they are completely corroded by the filthy blood pool.

“Like flying into the sky to observe the Titan’s wound up close, or trying to attack the black tentacle, these actions should be potential dangers in the ft?vilight Dream. As long as you don’t mess with them, you’ll wake up smoothly in bed after the dream ends.”

Noland thought quietly to himself, turning his gaze to the sky.

Countless extraordinary traits were right in front of him, but due to the terrifying appearance of the black tentacle and the strong corrosive nature of the cyst secretions, he couldn’t take another step forward. He could only watch as the extraordinary traits were contaminated.

“Ah, it’s so uncomfortable…”

Noland sighed quietly, carefully searching for something in the area around the wound.

He was looking for a special kind of mixed color extraordinary trait.

During the time he stood on the chest hair observing the wound, he had figured out a deconstruction rule:

Deconstruction required energy points, which were determined by the target’s size and color complexity.

The smaller the volume of the extraordinary trait, the lower the energy points required.

If the color was closer to a single hue, the energy point demands would also decrease.

If he could find a mixed color extraordinary trait only the size of a fist and not too complicated in color, Noland would still be able to afford the cost of deconstructing it.

But why was he so fixated on the mixed -color extraordinary trait?

Why not take a look at other pure-color extraordinary traits?

The reason was simple.

Noland found that:

When the cyst secretions polluted the pure color extraordinary traits, the secretions that seemed to have self-awareness would spit out mixed color secretions from within their bodies, wriggling towards the next cluster of pure-color extraordinary traits.

This seemed like a type of feeding behavior – the cyst secretions with a slimy appearance treated the pure-color extraordinary traits as food, while the mixed-color extraordinary traits were their excrement.

Obviously, these cyst secretions didn’t have the habit of eating their excrement.

After excreting the mixed-color extraordinary traits, they would neglect them and only circle around the pure-color extraordinary traits.

If Noland really wanted to take something away from the Titan, he could only try his best to avoid the cyst secretions and regard the mixed-color extraordinary traits as his target.

Otherwise, he would clash with the cyst secretions, leading to uncontrollable consequences.

Time passed as he carefully searched.

In the blink of an eye, the duration of the Twilight Dream had dropped to 10 minutes.

Noland glanced at the countdown on his personal panel, but he didn’t feel anxious..