Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 890 - 493 This is not a mental illness_2

Chapter 890: Chapter 493: This is not a mental illness_2

Chapter 890: Chapter 493: This is not a mental illness_2

Negris misunderstood her meaning and said, “Is it not okay to divide it that way? Then we must divide by life forms. If we divide by life forms, we can categorize into Life Species, Undead, and Element Creatures, among which the Undead’s subcategory of Undead can be further detailed into…”

Grey exploded, her eyes bloodshot and red, snarling fiercely, “I’m not here for an academic discussion, even if I’m chaotic and evil, you can’t kill me! I am the denial of truth…”

As she roared, Grey’s Magic Power erupted, blasting open a Shield, with countless elements converging towards her.

The same scene unfolded, Ange plunged his hand in, the Boundary-crossing Hand burst her Shield, he got a grip on her neck, then dispelled, dispelled, dispelled.

An endless stream of first-level dispels shattered Grey’s Magic Power.

Negris frowned and said, “Her Magic Power is so strong, its instantaneous intensity probably reached the Truth Level, not much less than Tyrone’s. She goes out of control for no reason, is this a sickness? Mental illness?”

Ange nodded, “Two consciousnesses.”

“Two consciousnesses?!” Negris exclaimed in shock, “She has two consciousnesses inside her? Multiple personalities?”

Ange nodded.

Grey went pale as she realized that her pride in her strength meant nothing in front of Ange.

He pierced her Shield with his bare hand; although it was a hastily summoned Shield, it was not something easily shattered by ordinary people. But Ange did it with ease, his hand seeming to possess some special destructive power.

If it was just about shattering her Shield, that was one thing; a Sword Saint could do that at this distance. But what drove Grey to despair was Ange’s terrifying casting speed, instant-casting at least twenty first-level dispels per second. At this fearsome speed, she couldn’t even gather her Magic Power.

However, after hearing what Negris said, her heart clenched. She indeed felt like there was another her inside her body, often making her do things beyond her control.

But she had never told anyone about this, and this man actually saw through it, and this Bronze Dragon even mentioned a term she had never heard of—multiple personalities?

On further thought, it seemed accurate. The other self inside her was extremely irritable, completely different from her own personality. But when the other personality dominated, she could unleash even stronger power.

“Is this an illness? Can it be cured?” Grey asked urgently.

“Cured? There should be a way, let’s go back and ask Anthony. For now, put this on.” Negris picked up the Soul Banning Ring that Ange had crushed from the ground, took out a Gold-touch Stick, and the broken part swiftly restored itself.

Grey couldn’t help but gape; she was a denier of truth, a very powerful Wizard with her own nickname, considered knowledgeable and well-informed. Yet, tonight’s events kept defying her understanding.

A stick that could simply touch something broken and restore it? Had Alchemist technology advanced to this extent?

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Negris placed the Soul Banning Ring back around her neck. She had lost control twice now. It was better to lock up someone so prone to losing control until they were healed.

Then Ange lifted her up, grabbed the stub of her arm, and made a slicing motion, cutting off the rough edge.

Grey’s eyes bulged, “Why are you cutting me?”

The moment she uttered the words, she was shocked. Why could she ask such a question? Shouldn’t she be screaming in agony? She was usually very afraid of pain.

But… it didn’t hurt. Despite seeing the exposed flesh and bones where Ange had cut, where it should have been painful, she felt nothing, as if the arm wasn’t hers.

Ange dropped Essence Liquid on it, then pressed Holy Light down onto the wound.

What shocked Grey even more was how the raw flesh of the severed limb began to rapidly grow back before her eyes. In no time, a fresh new arm appeared before her.

Grey, in disbelief, moved her hand, watched it flex before her eyes, and then suddenly she bit it hard.

Despite the pain bringing tears to her eyes, she smiled with joy, “My hand… my hand, it’s real! Not an illusion, not a phantom limb, but a real hand. You have given me a real hand.”

“Phantom limb? What phantom limb?” Negris asked curiously.

Grey replied excitedly, “Right after I lost my limbs, I would often feel pain in my fingers and toes, even though they had been chopped off. It’s as if the limbs existed in my imagination and were aching. I wanted to apply medicine but couldn’t.”

“That’s a thing? Okay, I’ve got it, phantom limb,” mumbled Negris, realizing something.

While they talked, Ange finished healing the second arm, and then it was on to the legs.

Grey watched in a daze as her limbs gradually grew back, her mind a blank, not knowing what to think. She thought she would be disabled for life, unable to hear or speak, dependent on others even for taking care of her own waste.

But now, in less than half an hour, everything was back. As she trembled standing on the carpet with her newly grown feet, hot tears streamed down uncontrollably from her eyes.

“Are you… are you a god?” Grey looked at Ange, her voice trembling with the question.

Ange nodded.

“What… what god?” Grey asked.