Ten years have passed since the last explosion in the Matou residence. Henry Matou managed to survive after all. After Evan disappeared, he fled back to the Matou residence and continued to be the head of the family. The shrill chirping of insects could be heard again in the deep house.
"Is it tonight?" Henry Matou walked slowly into the underground insect warehouse with his crutches.
The floor of the insect warehouse was densely crawling with engraved insects, wriggling wantonly under the catalysis of magic power, and in the center of the room, there was a chair with a humanoid creature sitting on it.
The reason why he is said to be a humanoid creature rather than a human is that his appearance has been completely changed. Although his hair is still there, it is gray and white, like withered weeds. His skin is pale, dry and inelastic, and there are foreign objects protruding from time to time, as if there are worms crawling under his skin.
Looking at the miserable situation in front of him, Henry Matou showed no sympathy, but said with some disgust: "It is really low-quality material. Even after so many years of transformation, it is still useless."
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