There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

Chapter 112

After Carol was certain that the Zerg in the office was truly dead, he ran into the office despite the soldiers' dissuasion. He completely immersed himself in crazily searching through Inez's and the Zerg's body.

As soon as Ye Zhizhou turned around, he saw this kind of scene on the monitoring screen. His stomach suddenly felt even more uncomfortable and he hurriedly rushed over to Carol, pulling Clay with him.

"It's within the brain." He held his nausea back as he stepped into the office. He coalesced his spiritual power into a knife and hovered it over to Inez's corpse. Then, he cut into the brain and dug out an eyeball-sized red piece of flesh. "The optical computer should be inside it, but don't touch it!"

He transformed the small knife into a net to hold the ball of flesh. He shook his head towards the eager-looking Carol. "I can't give it to you at the moment. We need to wait for the military department to check if this optical computer is harmless or not."

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Carol's fervor slightly cooled off. He carefully looked at the ball of flesh, clenched his fists, and then turned his eyes away. "After it's been confirmed... Please let my grandaunt properly pass away." He couldn't just think of it as a cold, polished optical computer and cloned brain... This was the only thing he could find of his grandaunt.

"Don't worry." Ye Zhizhou placed the ball of flesh into the quarantine box that Big Beard brought over, and then made a bitter expression towards the spiritual power net that he made. Although spiritual power didn't actually get dirty, it was just... he couldn't ignore his heart's concerns. He was disgusted by it. He didn't want it. He really didn't want to let go of this net and let the spiritual power return to his spiritual sea... He felt like the spiritual power had the smell of a corpse on it.

"Come on, let's go." Clay took a few steps forward and grabbed the small net before leading Ye Zhizhou out. "The military department has begun to distribute the antidotes on a large scale. Let's go see the results. After today, we can't conceal the news of the Zerg parasitism. We need to find a way to stabilize the situation and to also prevent the people who know the truth from panicking too much."

Ye Zhizhou nodded. He hesitant glanced at Clay's hand and asked in a quiet voice, "You're not disgusted with it?"

Clay lowered his head and played with the small net in his hands. He smiled. "I'm not disgusted by it. I like your aura."

Ye Zhizhou suddenly felt a little shy. He hurriedly materialized some spiritual power and wrapped the net. Then, he condensed the net into a fat butterfly and looked away as he said, "If you like it, take it with you. It's good for your spiritual power. This one is richer in spiritual power compared to the butterfly last time. It can stay with you for longer."

The newly formed butterfly stupidly flapped it's fat wings, obediently flying up and landing on Clay's shoulder. It affectionately rubbed against Clay.

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Spiritual power can directly reflect a person's emotions, even more so for materialized spiritual power. Ye Zhizhou blushed again and wanted to control the butterfly to be a bit more well-behaved, but he was pulled by Clay. "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

This topic change wasn't subtle at all, and right now, he didn't want to eat anything. Ye Zhizhou silently looked at Clay; Clay remained unmoved and looked back at him with a straight face. A few seconds later, Ye Zhizhou backed down first and made a compromise. He took his eyes off the stupid-looking butterfly, followed Clay's lead in changing the topic and replied, "Let's eat porridge, it's good for the stomach."