446. A Shocking Revelation!

446. A Shocking Revelation!

(T/N): Since it's Christmas there is mass release.

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This is the "goddess" the original body wanted to pursue?

Playing so wild?!

Alex helplessly rubbed his head, his mind filled with mixed feelings. For a moment, he wanted to say something, but he didn't even know where to start with the criticism.

'Forget it, this might actually be a good thing. At least I don't have to deal with the mess between the original body and the girl he was chasing.'

At this moment, Alex couldn't help but wonder: if the original body were still alive and saw this scene, what would he think? Probably nothing but utter despair.

The sounds from the room continued.

"Later... I still want to... dance. Today's my... birthday, take it easy."

"It's fine, we can switch to singing."

"But my throat's sore."

"Then how about playing the piano? That way you can sit down."

Outside the door, Alex licked his lips. He was starting to feel a bit awkward. His goal wasn't to eavesdrop on someone else's private business.

Just then, from the shadow around the corner of the hallway, Butcher's head slowly popped out. He glanced at Alex, a weird smile creeping onto his lips.

As soon as Alex realized Butcher had spotted him, he immediately stood up straight. Before Alex could make a move, he saw Butcher wave his hand, as if signaling him to come over.

After a brief pause, Alex didn't hesitate. His original goal had been to see what Butcher was up to, and now that his identity had changed, he didn't mind any surprises that might come his way.

He slowly walked up to Butcher, and instead of speaking first, Alex calmly met his gaze.

As Alex stared at Butcher, Butcher returned the gaze. Neither of them spoke immediately; both observed each other with a calculating look.

Finally, Butcher spoke first, his lips curling into a smile. "Tell me, you bastard, why are you following me?"

"Guess," Alex replied casually.

Butcher snorted, eyeing Alex's appearance with interest.

"Interesting. At first, I thought you were a federal agent, or some bodyguard hired by the family, but your pathetic tracking skills are hard to respect. And the most crucial thing is, you're not on the guest list."

"No, who?" Alex glanced at the man. He was a fat guy with green-dyed hair, and just looking at him made Alex feel a bit nauseous.

"Vik Kaufman, a filthy 'supe' hybrid. You should know about those 'supes', right? This guy is one of them, but unlike the 'heroes' you might think of, this guy's a complete trash bag."

Butcher began explaining in detail, painting a vivid picture of the man in the video.

"His power makes people produce excessive hormones, and he can transmit bioelectric currents through touch. To put it simply, all he has to do is wiggle his fingers, and he can make you feel incredible. And that's why he's so popular with the rich assholes."

"..."

For some reason, this description of a 'supe's' power made Alex's mind involuntarily flash to scenes from 'Doom Patrol'.

He didn't expect that one day he'd actually witness such a ridiculous superpower in person. But in a way, it was kind of impressive.

Without changing his expression, Alex asked quietly, "So, you've got your eye on him?"

"Of course not. He's just a 'supe'. A disgusting one, but not worth my time or energy," Butcher sneered. Then he fiddled with his phone and pulled up another video.

This time, the screen showed a kitchen, with a number of staff and chefs bustling around, preparing for the upcoming party.

The phone's screen split, showing a live feed of the main hall, where Alex even spotted Emma taking selfies.

Just then, Butcher pointed to a middle-aged man with brown hair in the crowd and asked, "Do you remember this guy?"

Alex stared at him for a long moment before he managed to dredge up a vague memory from the original body's memories.

"He seems like a food critic? I remember him being on a lot of shows."

"A food critic? No, no, no," Butcher paused and then continued.

"He's a survivalist, named Lyle Chris. I've been keeping an eye on him for a while, gathering evidence on his crimes."

"A survivalist? What crime could he commit? Eating endangered animals?"

"Even worse."

At Alex's question, Butcher grinned.

"He ate a photographer."

"Wait... what??"

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