At that moment, he finally realized there was a tube inserted into his chest, with an unknown liquid slowly being infused into his body. Strange, indecipherable patterns were drawn on the floor beside the bed, forming a regular circle, as if some bizarre formation. The lines within it flickered faintly with a red glow, appearing and disappearing.

Where is this? What’s happening here? Where is Edward Clark?

Chapter 7: I Look at You, Yet Cannot Grasp You【1】

William Clark glanced around, his mind racing. He tried to get up but couldn’t break free from the metallic restraints. He also noticed that even the slightest movement brought pain throughout his body, as if his muscles were being torn apart and his bones shattered.

Why does it hurt so much? Why is it so painful? William Clark didn’t have time to dwell on these questions; what mattered more was whether his younger sister Edward Clark had been harmed.

A slow, melodious, and sinister-sounding applause came from the black door, interrupting William Clark’s thoughts.

Eric Carter stood bare-chested, letting his waterfall-like black hair fall messily over his chest and back. His long, narrow eyes shimmered with a mysterious, wicked aura. Several thumb-thick scars on his abdomen and chest exuded a black, decaying aura, as if he were poisoned, or as if the wounds had festered for a long, long time and had begun to rot.

“Astonishing innate dragon blood volume, a calm mind, and a body with recovery abilities beyond imagination. I thought you’d need a week to wake up, but you’ve recovered to this state in just three days. Your body is truly remarkable!”

Eric Carter clicked his tongue as he sized up William Clark, continuing, “Without cultivating any dragon power, and after just one time in the dark state, your dragon blood concentration has reached forty-three percent. Incredible!”

Dragon blood concentration? What’s that? William Clark didn’t care what this handsome man, exuding wickedness from head to toe, was saying. He only wanted to know: Is Edward Clark safe? Where is this place? What does this man want with him?

“Brother…”

Edward Clark ran into the room from outside. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying for a long time, with tear stains still not wiped from her cheeks.

She froze when she saw William Clark in the room. The huge metal bed had her brother locked down, unable to move. A strange tube was inserted into his chest, infusing some kind of liquid. The bizarre formation on the floor glowed with an unusual light, and just approaching it made her feel very comfortable.

“Boss.” Jack Carter, wearing blue pajamas with a star pattern, rubbed his heavily dark-circled eyes. Tucked under his right arm was a cute kangaroo plushie, and in his left hand he held a thick stack of papers covered in dizzying calculations.

Jack Carter yawned lazily, “I’ve done the math. If your theory is correct, with this forbidden reincarnation body-snatching dragon technique, you have a ninety percent chance of taking over his body and becoming its new master.”

Forbidden dragon technique? William Clark didn’t quite understand what Jack Carter was talking about, but upon hearing “new master of the body,” even the slowest person could guess what they intended.

Dragonborn! The rumored group who claimed to be dragon descendants, masters of many strange dragon techniques. Over time, in the course of history, this group had developed even more mysterious dragon arts. And this so-called reincarnation body-snatching technique could actually seize someone else’s body!

“Ninety percent?” Eric Carter’s two slender eyebrows knitted together. “Jack Carter, your calculations are off. Based on his current physical condition, it should only be seventy percent.”

“Really?” Jack Carter’s sleepy eyes instantly lost all drowsiness, replaced by a playful, wicked grin. “Did I get it wrong? Looks like the boss is right after all.”

“Is that so?” Eric Carter returned the same playful, wicked smile. “Don’t get it wrong next time.”

Jack Carter yawned lazily again and stretched even more languidly. “I will, boss.”

“As for the remaining thirty percent, let’s make up for it with the Dark Evil Dragon Seal.” Eric Carter grinned wickedly as he walked up to William Clark, his hands rapidly forming incredibly complex dragon seals in front of him. His ten fingers intertwined and shifted quickly, threads of dragon power forming within the seal. Dragon patterns appeared on his face, hands, chest, and back!

Jack Carter stood to the side, arms crossed, looking on as if watching a show. The Dark Evil Dragon Seal was a unique dragon technique developed by his boss, with its greatest advantage being the control of the dark state.

If a dragon warrior detonated the dragon blood within their body, entering a berserk dark state, the chance of regaining consciousness in the dark state was usually only thirty percent. In the black state, it was just fifteen percent. As for those who entered the dark evil state, the chance of regaining consciousness was only 0.001%!

The Dark Evil Dragon Seal was a near-miraculous dragon technique developed by Eric Carter. Anyone subjected to this secret art could not only freely control whether to enter the dark evil state, but could also exit the dark evil state with one hundred percent clarity. As for the drawbacks?