In the players' puzzled eyes, the parasitic monster suddenly expanded its form. The previously squeezed-out head, thigh, and buttocks shrank back once more, yet its size multiplied several times, suspending in mid-air like a cloud made of flesh.
'Oh damn, my butt!'
'My head!'
'Why can't I get out!'
'Not only can't I get out, but it seems we're sharing Blood Volume!'
A prompt flashed across all players' panels once again—
[You have been invaded by 'Mr. G' Bloodline, entering 'Flesh Celestial King' mode, 1%, 2%, 3%...]
'Whoa, it's actually true? This monster really is the transformation from Mr. G's big move?'
'Is Old G actually the mastermind behind this?'
'But this doesn't make sense. If this parasitic entity is Old G's transformation, why would it want to devour us, black out Lord Celestis, and kill us? Shouldn't the boss of this planet be doing that?'
"Could it be Old G has a relationship with the zombie female boss?"
"Why a female boss, can't it be a male?"
