Chapter 169: Creating a God

In a pitch-black study, a faint blue halo emanated from a corner. Corrigan squatted alone between the bookshelf and the wall, holding the Symbiotic Stone in his hand.

The light emitted from the stone pulsed as if it were breathing, brightening and dimming, incredibly dreamlike. It could replace depleted organs in the human body, cheating death, allowing Corrigan to continue living.

Corrigan caressed his shriveled forehead, following the wrinkled, bark-like grooves, and touched the old Symbiotic Stone embedded in his forehead.

That stone no longer possessed a blue halo but was pitch-black like charcoal.

His dry, branch-like fingers slowly moved to the stone on his forehead, tentatively caressed it, and then grasped it firmly.

After brewing for some time, Corrigan started to rock the stone back and forth, the friction with his skull producing a creaking noise.

The stone had been embedded in his forehead for so long that it had fused with Corrigan's body.