At this moment, the abilities from the twelve hours of the Clock Tower flowed completely into the mind of the Black Cocoon, like water dissolving into water, the entire process unimpeded.
This amount of information, compared to the vast memories surging into the brain during body creation, was hardly worth mentioning. In just an instant, the Black Cocoon mastered the application of the twelve abilities and constructed a combat system in its mind.
"My goodness..." Black Cocoon raised his head and said with awe, "Does this ability really exist? Why would a muscle-bound guy like you need twelve abilities? Heaven is truly unfair."
"Are you done?" Gu Zhuo Case asked impatiently.
"Of course, I'm done."
Black Cocoon said as he extended a restraint belt shimmering with a faint mercury sheen.
At the moment it touched the ground, a ten-meter-tall Clock Tower rose from the ground, standing at the center of the basement, followed by the sound of a clock ringing resounding faintly.
