Wu Pifu calmed his mind to sense his own condition.
He had one head and two hands, but his fingers numbered six on one hand and seven on the other.
His chest, back, especially the skin below his neck, were covered with numerous fleshy tentacle-like protrusions.
On his spine, there was a meat mass roughly the length of an arm… It was basically a chaotic mass of mixed muscles, not actually formed like octopus tentacles.
As for his lower body...
Wu Pifu pulled down his pants to take a look, loosened them, then pulled them down again for a second look.
Hmm, no changes.
His lower body hadn’t changed at all.
Hovering midair, Wu Pifu sensed himself again.
He confirmed that the closer to his head, the more severe the mutations he suffered, yet surprisingly, his head and neck showed no abnormality whatsoever.
“…Louis XVI?”
Wu Pifu’s confusion index was soaring.
Since this exploration mission began, though he often felt confused himself, it was clear that the occasions when others were baffled were far more frequent and widespread, especially in the world of androids.
Now his confusion index was a whopping two hundred thirty thousand!
That was a huge sum, meaning his head and neck were incredibly resilient!