The transmutation of Number 03 was witnessed by everyone.
The physical body shattered, the spirit vanished, and now it was the turn of the soul.
However, her soul underwent a transformation that exceeded everyone’s expectations. Instead of shattering instantly, it fused with that Mysterious Fruit.
In the eyes of the onlookers—
The Mysterious Fruit, shrouded in a blood-red mist, suddenly dropped from the "branch," just landing on the top of Number 03’s soul. Instead of bouncing off, it drilled into Number 03’s soul body, finally settling in her chest, transforming into a glowing red orb.
Behind the red glow, a metallic structure was clearly visible.
As if it were an artificial heart installed within her soul body.
Once the Mysterious Fruit merged into Number 03’s soul, her eyes, once clear, began to turn white and vacant, her consciousness completely deprived.
With the disappearance of consciousness, the Mysterious Fruit started to emit a faint red mist from the center of Number 03’s soul body, radiating outward from the chest.
Before long, the red mist had spread over Number 03’s chest and abdomen.
Then it crept upward along the neck, dyeing her head, facial features, and the hair simulated by soul power red.
At a glance, it resembled the blood demon of the Abyss.
The red mist did not cease, continuing to spread, as if intending to enshroud the entirety of Number 03’s soul body in its aura.
"Zhuro, Lord of the City, what is going on?" Polo Ye gazed at the soul body becoming increasingly "red" in the distance, a puzzled expression on his face: "Why has only her soul not shattered and absorbed?"
The youthful City Lord, transformed into a Fire Luo person, did not answer Polo Ye’s question. Instead, he quietly observed the distant changes, squinting his eyes. From the fleeting glance, it seemed he had recalled something.
Seeing no answer from the Lord of the City, Polo Ye turned his gaze towards the Observer.
The Observer pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I am unsure, I’ve never seen a similar situation."
The birth of a Spirit of Disorder was rarely witnessed even by the Observer, let alone the Orderly Guild. Moreover, even if someone had witnessed it, they might not discern much, as each Spirit of Disorder was unique, with this being the first time it occurred through the sacrifice of life forms, energy, and matter resulting in disorder.
The Observer: "However, I feel her soul body, as the red mist spreads, seems to resonate faintly with that Mysterious Fruit."
This means her soul at this moment, like the Mysterious Fruit, started to emit a strong Mysterious Power and also generated effects of "attraction" and "pull."
As if she too had transformed into a Spirit of Disorder.
Or perhaps, she had already become a part of the Spirit of Disorder.
While the Observer spoke, Angel, behind him, was observing the constantly transforming soul, a figure emerging in his mind—
This was a dark soul three meters tall, with large bull horns on its head, possessing a voluptuous, fiery figure with raven-black wings, holding a black trident.
This dark soul had appeared in the final phase when Angel, at the Black Castle, inadvertently triggered a mysterious alchemical process.
This soul emitted intense Mysterious Power.
Back then, Angel might not have understood what this dark soul was, but he inexplicably realized that if this soul merged with the revolver he had refined, the revolver would inevitably become a Mysterious Object. This dark soul was the key to his stepping into the realm of the mysterious.
However, the end result was that only half of the dark soul merged into the revolver, forming what is now the Samsara Overture. The other half was taken by Isabel, stabilizing her soul avatar.
Regardless of past outcomes, the reason the image of that strange soul surfaced in Angel’s mind was that he vaguely felt that Number 03 in the distance seemed to be going through this same step.
However, what had once been that strange soul could be called a Mysterious Spirit.
Whereas Number 03’s current situation might be best described as—Spirit of Disorder.
According to past experiences, once the Spirit of Disorder takes shape and then merges into the Mysterious Fruit, that might be the moment a Spirit of Disorder is born.
By then, the scene there would certainly be filled with an explosion of wondrous information. However, Angel, having already been mentally exhausted from observing mysterious structures before, figured the disorderly information would be even more maddening, making it fundamentally impossible for him to visualize in his current state, forcing him to regretfully abandon the thought.
As Angel delved into his reverie, in the distance, Number 03’s hands had already been covered by the blood-red mist.
Now, only the legs below the waist remained in a semi-transparent soul body state.
Even so, Number 03’s soul had already emanated an unprecedentedly vast mysterious aura. Even if not in the Mist Belt, this explosive mysterious aura could be sensed in further sea regions.
By this time, even without Angel’s explanation, others understood that the moment the red mist enveloped Number 03’s entire soul body would be the end.
"When she fully becomes a blood-red soul, the Spirit of Disorder will be born," the Observer stated, his voice soft yet assured.
"The legs have started, it seems we won’t have to wait long. Zhuro~"
While Gluz Deward remained silent, his gaze subtly fell on the two protective covers above Number 03’s soul body. Once the blood-red soul was born, he would promptly pierce the gaseous barrier and acquire firsthand information about this Spirit of Disorder.
All eyes were fixed on Number 03’s soul, silently awaiting the final moment’s arrival.
Unnoticed by them, Angel quietly shifted his gaze to the Void Traveler Wang Wang and the Dalmatian within it.
He first signaled Wang Wang with his eyes, indicating he wanted to ask if it was prepared for anything.
However, since Wang Wang was no Toby, the rapport with Angel was nonexistent. It had no idea what Angel intended, merely twitching slightly to express a faint sense of presence.
Angel:... So your twitching was a polite acknowledgment of my gaze?
Unable to rely on Wang Wang, Angel then looked at the Dalmatian.
This Dalmatian could be a headache for him. But, he had to admit, the Dalmatian seemed to understand him well. For instance, at the Duling Garden banquet, when Angel was fretting over how to ward off the terrifying aura of those creatures, the Dalmatian directly created a forcefield, enveloping itself and Angel, allowing Angel to maintain his aloof image at the banquet.
In any event, at that banquet, Angel felt a certain harmony with the Dalmatian.
After this internal reassurance, Angel looked towards the Dalmatian with a gaze of "I resonate with you."
However, the Dalmatian’s response was to... bubble up a series of water bubbles, then roll its eyes and pretend to drown.