I thought it over and chose not to let my divine sense slip into my own body.
Given his power, if he decided to forcibly take control, I wouldn't have any way to fight back.
"Screw it, let's just drop it. I've already wasted too much time." I grumbled.
Over the following days.
The contraption attached to my body vanished without explanation.
This left me feeling rather confused all of a sudden.
Was it possible that... the blood inside me had zero impact whatsoever?
Right then, Garcia Coleman stepped in from the outside.
He looked at me and smirked coldly, "Mason, make the most of your remaining days."
My eyes narrowed a fraction.
I stayed quiet, but I already had a pretty good idea of what was happening.
"Looks like my blood didn't do anything." I said, testing him.
When this came up, Garcia's expression suddenly soured.
I noticed his face change and took a guess, "Maybe my blood only affects Alberto Sean?"
At those words, Garcia's face grew even darker!
