Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

These painting frames, just like a series of movie screens, depicted one dynamic effect after another.

Inside, the protagonists ranged from men to women, old to young, white to Black, and also included Asians.

These painting frames, one after another, resembled layers of assumptions on a library’s massive bookshelves. At a glance, there were no fewer than a thousand, as if narrating the life stories of many.

Staring at the characters within those frames, Brian was astonished.

Weren’t these people all the hosts who had completed their obsessions with him?

In these frames, Brian saw all the obsession hosts he had completed after he became a Mutant.

With a wave of his hand,

all the painting frames, following Brian’s intent, merged back into the firmament above his head.

This time, however,

the frames turned into specks of starlight, resembling planets embellishing the cosmos.

Each speck of starlight represented the Spirit Crystal of a deceased, containing their lifetime of memories, rather than just a straightforward playback of death.

Then Brian finally understood where he was.