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Chapter 89: The New Mister Young and Handsome (1): My Anaconda Don“t!!

Then it became a competition of hunger, a cannibalistic feeding frenzy between two sentient beings. The one who consumes the most will survive, the other will just be...

Though it may seem like Chuck was at a  disadvantage of being severely bitten and torn by the purple apparition, in reality, he has the upper hand.

The purple ogre may seem fiendish with a mad desire to consume, it is just a soul imprint, whilst Chuck is a reincarnated Sage Cultivator. However, the intense emotions of hunger, desire, pain, and cruel feasting effused a gloom aura, as the duo bit and tore each other.

The floor was dirtied by the blood of Chuck. Though the phantasm did not leave any dripping blood, its guttural wails shook the core of anyone who heard it. Every time Chuck tore off a piece of the Phantasm, it released a purple smoke.

In time the entire metaspace of Chuck consciousness was filled with a swirling cloud of purple smoke, that just enveloped the two predators who are preying on each other.

After a seemingly long period of time that was filled with continuous gut-wrenching screams and roars, everything became silent, except for the sound of chewing. Like a beast that was feasting on he dead carcass of its prey.

Suddenly, the swirling purple cloud started to recede and just Chuck remained. His soul form appeared more powerful with an incomplete purple inscription on his left pectorals.

'Hmm, what is this? I dunno why but I can tell it is a law inscription of the lust law. Is it from the purple being?'

'Does every Sage Cultivator have the ability to absorb souls and understand comprehensions from the soul?'

'hmm, it may seem like a shortcut, but just the traces of the soul imprint put up such a fierce fight. I cannot rely on such a  risky method to raise my strength. I need more information.'

'Sorscee told me a lot, but nothing in substance. She is trying to keep me in the dark and make me dependent on her for information. I need to find an alternative source.'

With that final thought in mind, Chuck who was in the physical body of the late Antonio opened his eyes. He wanted to ask some questions to Ewelina, but the hospital room was empty. It was as if no one had ever been to his room, the only traces of the trauma experience that he went through was the residual cold sweat covering his body.

Feeling dirty all over, Chuck decided to get a shower. He looked around his room and came to realize that his room is very posh similar to the ones in the high-end hospital, the room had its furniture and a shower room.

Fighting the exhaustion coming from his soul, Chuck dragged himself to the shower and turned the cold water on.

He let the chilling feeling wake him up and making the cold soothe his sore body. There was no shower gel or shampoo, as expected. This is no resort. Chuck quickly scrubbed his body with the handwash.

'I wonder about my appearance in this new body? Must be very handsome. From memory, the kid seems to be 18 years. Heh, guess I am going to be the new mister young and handsome,' dreamed Chuck in anticipation, spending his teen years without any girlfriend, he was ready for a do-over.

Riding the wave of anticipation, Chuck quickly went to the mirror to check himself out and what he saw was...

"F*CK! F*CK! F*CK! WHAT IS THIS FACE! ROUND LIKE A POTATO!"

"WHY DO I LOOK LIKE A SNOWMAN? EVERY PART OF MY BODY IS LUMPY AND ROUND!"

"LOSING HAIR AT 18?! F*CK! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!"

"F*CK! WHO THE FUCK IS THIS PUDGY BALDING GUY?! WHERE IS MISTER YOUNG AND HANDSOME? WHERE IS HE?!"

"Huh? Where is who?" said a mature and sweet female voice.

When Chuck was ranting out of being stuck in a balding fatso's body, Doctor Fujiyama came to check up on Antonio, which was when she heard the screams from the bathroom. Fearing the safety of Antonio, the good doctor rushed into the bathroom, only to see a naked Antonio screaming at his own reflection in the mirror.

"What?! Who?! Why did you come in?!"

"You were screaming out at someone! I thought you were in danger." said the good doctor looking away, with her ears turned crimson at seeing a naked male.

"I will come back in 10 minutes, you ...you make yourself decent," said the doctor in haste and shut the door before Chuck could reply.

'F*ck my life! This unsightly body of mine was seen naked by a gorgeous woman and I didn't even turn around! I let her see my man boobs and my...'

'Wait a second! The heavens are always fair. If I am unsightly to look at, I must be packing an anaconda down there... huehuehue, wish I had a scale to measure. Tsk tsk tsk, guess my hand has to do for now.'

Chuck closed his eyes and let his hand measure his little brother. The first time he measured, he looked confused. The second time, he had an unbelievable expression on his face. The third time, he was livid with anger!

"WHAT A THE F*CK! IT IS JUST A FINGER LENGTH! I DON'T EVEN HAVE BIG HANDS!"

Chuck looked as his entire soul has left him, he wasn't even excited over getting his little brother fixed.

'What's the point in life any more. I have a tiny dick and a fat body. What use is my fixed dick? I am just going to die miserable, pathetic and alone.'

Thinking about his situation, Chuck became less of a man and more of a Zombie. He dressed himself up like a mechanical puppet with no emotions and waited listlessly on the hospital bed for Doctor Fujiyama.