Inside the swimming pool.
At the far end of the changing room, cold water mixed with a musty smell poured over a person in the shower.
A young man with shoulder-length black hair was rinsing his body here, washing away the newly-acquired slime and odor, and reorganizing his thoughts.
Unlike Luo Di, he didn't have a muscular contour, yet there were various strange scars on his body,
some parts were blackened like gangrene,
and some had pitch-black holes as thick as fingers.
Some areas even needed to be covered with special talismans to maintain stability.
During the shower, he counted on his fingers.
Crack, crack~
A large number of broken nails fell during the process, but he didn't care... It seemed he had an inexhaustible supply of "nails," and even defying the way of heaven wouldn't harm him.
Once he calculated the result,
the corners of his mouth finally curled into a smile, very satisfied with the present result, even though his "second chance" had been used up.
