The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4532

The thought of doing any harm to a phase whale was anathema to a fish-whale.

Ves suspected that the Flesh Conqueror may have programmed this intense resistance towards killing and devouring a phase whale in the genes of the fish-whale race.

It was a logical move to make. From what Ves had been able to figure out during the Purgatory Campaign, the mythical clean whale that had dominated an entire era of the Red Ocean in the past had sought to create a derivative of his own race that addressed many shortcomings.

By creating a hybrid between the phase whale race and a mixture of lesser aquatic races, the Flesh Conqueror managed to bring a budget version of his original species to life!

If not for the fact that something happened to the gigantic clean whale that caused him to abandon this ambitious creation project, the fish-whale race might have helped the phase whales become the hegemons of the dwarf galaxy!

Of course, there was always a possibility that the fish-whale race might become too powerful for their own good.

What if the members of the servant race decided that they deserved a promotion?

What if the fish-whales were no longer content with acting as the slaves of the phase whales?

What if the fish-whales saw an opportunity to replace their masters?

A rebellion would be extremely costly to the phase whales who originally lorded over the inferior aquatic race.

The Flesh Conqueror obviously wasn't an idiot so he had made sure to program strong rules that discouraged the thought of harming a phase whale right into the genes of the fish-whale race!

As such, the Phase King emotionally recoiled each time Ves mentioned the intention to devour the salvaged spirit of the unclean whale.

"Oh, come on! You're no longer just a fish-whale king anymore!" Ves complained. "You have shed your mortal coil. Your gene programming shouldn't affect your thinking anymore. There is nothing wrong with thinking about how a phase whale tastes. Granted, the unclean whale probably isn't as palatable as a proper phase whale, but he should at least be packed with all of the nutrients a growing design spirit needs!"

The Phase King continued to express his rejection of this proposal. It was as if the thought of eating the unclean whale was the greatest form of blasphemy that he could ever commit in his long and extensive life!

"You stubborn idiot!" Ves cursed at his design spirit. "What the hell is your problem? Your race is made up of natural cannibals! Back in the Purgatory pocket space, I have witnessed the members of your race eat each other's bodies as soon as they leak a single drop of alien blood. Why have you grown squeamish all of a sudden? The unclean whale is a cannibal as well, you know! He has preyed on at least a dozen phase whales given the variety of phasewater organs we found inside his corpse. Since this fellow has never hesitated to eat a phase whale, there is no reason why you should be any different!"

The Phase King began to experience more and more doubts, but he was still unable to bring himself to agree with the proposal.

Ves sighed again. "The unclean whale is a reflection of the dark side of the phase whale race. Not only does his existence prove that your progenitor race isn't as powerful or perfect as you have always imagined in your dreams, but he is also a representation of the whale eat whale reality we all live in. An individual can fall into two categories. He can either be the prey that gets exploited all of the time or become the predator that has taken his own destiny in his hands."

The design spirit he was arguing with had become more thoughtful and subdued.

"What kind of spirit do you wish to be, my friend?" Ves pressed as he sensed he was getting close. "Do you want to be ruled by your instructions from birth and early childhood, or would you rather break out of your genetic cocoon and transform into a greater existence? The power of evolution is within your reach. There is nothing good about sticking to your original form. You are nothing but an overseer of a slave race at your current stage. If you don't want a phase whale to come and browbeat you into submission, then you should take this opportunity to absorb the strength of one of their kind and make sure you can stand up for yourself!"

It took a bit more coaxing, but the Phase King finally managed to overcome his strong rejection towards this action.

The mental shift was significant. From the moment the design spirit stopped looking up to the phase whales as a magnificent god race, the Phase King seemed to double his inherent authority and confidence!

This was the first time that Ves truly thought that the Phase King had the air of a sovereign.

For all of his age and wisdom, his sheltered life and his lack of mental growth had caused him to be severely stunted in many ways.

It was only now that the Phase King started to resemble a proper powerhouse.

Now that the design spirit had made the most essential switch, he started to wonder how he should devour the spirituality of the unclean whale.

Ves grinned. "Let me help you with that. Eating the unclean whale as whole as possible will probably allow you to obtain the greatest yield, but this damned bastard is too strong and possesses numerous advantages on account of his race. I'll have to do what everyone does when they want to turn a big bastard into their next meal. We chop him up into bite-sized pieces!"

This was a far-reaching decision that would have massive implications. Not only would Ves be giving up another potential design spirit, the amount of spiritual energy and other bits that got lost during the butchering process was also painful.

However, Ves deemed that this course of action was the best way to take advantage of the spirituality of the unclean whale in the short term. Every other option was too dangerous or too demanding for his liking.

Once Ves made a number of preparations, he looked at Blinky who had been keeping the unclean whale occupied all of this time.

"You can stop playing with our food now, Blinky."

Mrow?

"I'm serious. It's time to finish the job."

Mrooooow.

"Execute my orders!"

Mrow!

As soon as Blinky stopped amusing himself by inflicting pain and agony to the captive, the cat began to launch an all-out assault on the trapped and helpless spirituality of the unclean whale!

The victim dialed up his curses as soon as he felt that he was being torn apart.

DISTRESS! PAIN! DEATH! REVENGE! AFFRONT! UNWORTHY! ANCIENT! DOOM!

The unclean whale still didn't change his tune at this time. The creature was so unreasonable that Ves no longer harbored any doubts about this momentous decision.

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