"How could it be impossible? You are all carefully cultivated experiments by me. You not only perfectly inherit the terrifying neural talents of the Eternal Sleep Clan. You also possess perfect human bodies, are not bound by the nerve network, and have successfully acquired special abilities, breaking free from shackles!"
Kilmock gazed at Krisia and said.
"Are you saying that Reoter, Kyarat, Buseray, and I are all experimental subjects?"
Krisia spoke.
"Exactly."
"Then why did you choose me as the vessel in the end?"
Krisia asked, puzzled.
"It's simple. Because you're the most outstanding of all the experimental subjects, almost perfect. For my own use, of course, I choose the best. This is your honor; you should feel happy. I bestowed life upon you; your life returns to me, considered as returning to the mother's embrace."
Kilmock's expression grew increasingly mad.
"You're mad. Even if you use me as a vessel, you cannot become a god."
