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Numerous blue lines rushed at the object that looked like a dandelion seed from all angles like a living creature and surrounded it.

Garen slowed down and became more and more gentle. Who knew what else the Forbidden Core had placed inside? If something went wrong, it would be very troublesome. After all, it was inside his body.

"Are you vainly attempting to remove the imprint? Just stop your wishful thinking. This thing cannot be handled by a low-level guy like you," Red Moon laughed.

Before the voice had faded away, there was a light cracking sound.

The large number of blue lines that Garen had manipulated had wrapped around the seed completely. As they tightened and shrunk non-stop, they actually crushed it savagely.

There was no reaction. Garen had been ready to deal with any trouble and problems that might have arisen. However, after the seed was crushed, no unexpected changes occurred.

He gently manipulated the blue lines to draw the seed into the palm of his hand and formed a cluster of blue lines.

"Be fractured."

As his voice sounded, the Living Secret Technique lines that were connected to the rear of the cluster of blue lines suddenly tore and broke. The cluster of lines independently formed a single ball and flew out of the Mech through the Mech's nacelle.

Boom!

The cluster of lines suddenly shattered and turned into countless blue light spots. Bits and pieces of the seed fragments inside were clearly visible.

"Oh...?" the voice of Red Moon promptly became a bit surprised. "You actually removed the seed..."

He did not seem too surprised.

"I did not expect you to have reached the point where you can eliminate the seed imprint on your own... But, the real core part is not what you can imagine..."

"You really think that your imprint can be planted on anybody? That's rather unbelievable?" Garen sneered.

He absent-mindedly held out his hand and opened them again. There were other clusters of blue lines gathering in the palm of his hand.

"Fracture..."

Clusters of blue lines broke off and flew out of the Mech.

"What!!" Red Moon's countenance finally changed. "You...!!??"

Garen stretched his hand towards the clusters on lines in the air and gently made a grasping movement.

"Wait! Don't!!"

Red Moon suddenly yelled anxiously.

Crunch!!

Almost at the same time, all the clusters of lines burst together, turning into numerous blue light spots, slowly dissipating and faded away between heaven and earth.

In that instant, Garen's face went pale. He bent down and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

"You!!" Red Moon's voice broke off abruptly and disappeared instantly.

Garen was faintly aware that something was amiss. This separation seemed to have stripped off most of the imprint restrictions. But, there were still some remaining parts that could not be completely isolated. These parts seemed to be the most crucial points but they were deeply connected to his heart and brain.

He could clearly feel that a slight wave of force field was constantly emanating from a distant place. It was not the force field of a human, but a kind of an irregular pulse, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Without any reason, he knew in his heart that it was Red Moon's pulse.

"Is this the main source of the imprint?" Garen was suddenly enlightened. As a master of the body's soul manipulation, he was able to keep abreast of the slightest changes in himself. Although he did not know the means by which Red Moon had planted the imprint on his body, at this moment, he could still clearly feel the remaining functions of the imprint.

The parts that restricted him had been forcibly eliminated using Living Secret Technique. However, the remaining part was Red Moon's most fundamental source-of-life imprint. This thing could not be eliminated because it did not bring any harm to the body itself but had great benefits instead.

If an ordinary person thoroughly integrated this source-of-life imprint, he or she might be able to instantaneously stimulate Willpower and gain a level. The activation of potential was the function of the imprint.

Garen's body did not have any rejection towards anything that did not harm his body.

There was basically no way to transfer this remaining part. It had already been deeply connected to the heart and brain and had begun to slowly release its own energy.

Garen closed his eyes slightly. He did not realize that this imprint would be so difficult to deal with. Absorbing the source of this imprint would undoubtedly benefit him greatly. However, it would also covertly create a direct connection with Red Moon. If he chose not to absorb it, on the other hand, it would leave crippling injuries to this body because it was already connected to the heart and brain. After removing Red Moon's limitation control, there was only one choice left at all.

"Forbidden imprint? Since there are only parts that are good for me, then why should I not accept this gift?" Garen opened his eyes and there were blue traces washing over them.

Waves of Living Secret Technique blue lines emerged from the Secret Technique core inside of his body and quickly wrapped around the remaining sources of the imprint.

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Radiation area

On the deserted grey-yellow grassland, Clint, who was slowly following a convoy, suddenly trembled.

"What happened to you? Clint!" Baylon asked worriedly when she saw his abnormal reaction.

The two were closely following the team of people they had met in the sewers. This team was a small group in the radiation belt, an outgoing search team affiliated with a survival site. They specialized in hunting for edible mutated living beings and water sources with a low level of radiation. At the same time, they were also tasked with clearing all the hidden dangers of the surrounding areas.

"All right? Clint kid," a yellow-bearded uncle at his side patted Clint's shoulder. He was the only chemist in the team and could use a variety of radioactive materials and mutated biological plants to combine and mix together into an agent called poisonous mist. It could dispel the radiating poisonous fog in many places for a short time.

"I'm... I'm okay," Clint drew back his body and lowered his head. His face, however, showed an unexpected joy.

"Watch your path carefully. You both just came out from the region. The danger of the radiation belt is not what you can imagine. Many times, even a small scorpion that suddenly appeared out of the ground can kill you easily. We can't afford any antidotes and serum at all," the uncle said earnestly. "Even if it's an ordinary cold, it will quickly weaken a strong man as well. The viruses in the radiation belt are far more powerful than in the regions and drugs are even more expensive than gold and diamonds!"

"I understand, uncle," Clint nodded wearily and looked at the tightly bundled-up Baylon. Unlike these Radiation people here on the outside, their skins had not been exposed much and seemed a lot more tender. Under the gentle reminder of the convoy's big sister, Baylon quickly covered up her face and body.

In the radiation belt, even beautiful women could attract unprecedented disasters.

Seeing that Clint was alright, Baylon continued to hurry along while slowly twisting together the rattans of radiation plants in the car. After soaking this kind of entwined rattan in oil and tanning them, they could be woven into durable pouches. These pouches could not be pierced through by the fangs of mutated living beings. They made the best carrying bags and could be exchanged for some basic food items and drinking water in the team.

There were more than a dozen people in the convoy. Everyone had to work in order to obtain grade three filtered water and food. These food contained radioactive toxins. Eating them would result in more severe radiation sickness and finally, the body would rot and die. However, as long as it was not consumed continuously, drinking some water with the purity level of grade two and above would allow the body to self-detoxify without any serious problems.

As for drinking water that was less than grade two, the residual toxins would result in more ulcers and radiation spots on the body. So long as they did not eat it at frequent intervals, there would be no problem.

The team gradually calmed down.

Clint suppressed the joy in him and began to communicate with Red Moon in his heart.

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"What! Radiation belt!?" Red Moon felt a little irritated after learning of where they were.

"You guys actually entered the radiation belt?! Even the food here is poisonous and the water source is filled with bacterial viruses and radiation toxins. Surviving itself is an issue if you don't have filtration equipment! It's worse than in the desert!" Red Moon seemed to be familiar with the radiation belt.

"Yeah…" Clint had some understanding of it during these days. "In the radiation belt, Big Sister told me that the most important things are pure water filters and medicines. Any team without a pure water filter cannot survive for more than three days. When facing any trouble, antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs will be the key to saving lives. Previously inside the region, we could buy a pile of these easily in the stores. Outside here, I did not expect it to be..."

He became silent. Those who had not been to the outside of the region would not have any idea that there existed a world out there which was arduous to live in and that this world was actually the main environment of the entire mother planet.

"You've finally found out? You all used to be little kids that lived in a greenhouse. In the radiation belt, anyone, pay attention, anyone would do anything just for a small piece of food or a vial of high-grade pure water. Women would sell their bodies, men would toil like beasts of burden and fight desperately with mutated beings. Anyone who can live above fifty years of age is blessed," Red Moon seemed to be deeply moved. "What bad news..."

"So what do we do now?" Clint was at a loss.

"It's okay. I have found a foreign aid for you. But it's a pity that he can't help you for the time being... Hey!!" Red Moon suddenly screamed in pain in the middle of the conversation. "That damn freak! How did he get rid of my imprint!" his voice turned into doubt.

"What's wrong, Lord?" Clint asked cautiously.

"Nothing, it's none of your business. Go and make sure you train your Willpower!" Red Moon replied impatiently. Comparing Nono whose talent had been overlooked by him the first time with this trash-looking maggot, his anger rose.

"Oh..."

Red Moon was distracted just now. He was simultaneously talking to Clint and Nonosiva, who was far away. But, the result was that there was a forced disconnection from that side. The outer layer that was mainly the means of his imprint control was actually eliminated and left with the source alone. This equaled to peeling off the shell from a shell-enveloped sweet and consuming the sweet itself.

"But it won't be all lost if it's eaten…" Red Moon said to himself.

Looking at the silly-faced Clint again, Red Moon's heart was filled with sadness once more. If it wasn't due to not having any other way and having to pick this trash as the main heir, choosing a real one-in-a-million talent like Nonosiva would certainly have restored some of his glory by now; maybe already even reaching the standard of Level Five.