Meatball stood on the balcony, tapping its bird head: "Alright, Brian, Meatball will take good care of your body."
"Mhm, good Meatball."
Brian flicked a Blood Fruit over, which made Meatball bootlick even more enthusiastically.
It certainly was much better at flattery than Dog Dad Shi San.
Amidst Meatball's grating flattery, Brian slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in the basement.
Of course, this wasn't to say he had teleported.
This was his real body.
Before Meatball returned, Brian had prepared a fake body in the hall in advance.
This was Brian's Second Brain talent.
Within a kilometer, he could transfer his consciousness at will within his own brain.
The body that had just interacted with Meatball was a substitute derived from Brian's Second Brain.
The substitute was made entirely of ordinary flesh, except for the brain, which was real and could carry Brian's consciousness, giving him what seemed like an alter ego.
