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Chapter 2371. Survival System 5

Han Zifeng replied, "Yes, there are people there. That family are pure wizards. You can use magic, but you can't use Animagus. I can directly remove the snake blood curse that turns you into a snake. Second, if you permanently become a snake, you can give up treatment. But if you choose to be like those Animagus, able to switch between the two states, then your curse, how should I put it, even if I remove it for you this time, it won't be long before it accumulates again. This is because the curse itself comes from the blood produced in your body. I can only use a stronger curse to suppress some of your abilities, such as turning into a snake alone, or turning into a human alone."

Nagini: "I choose to become human."

Zi Feng thought for a moment and said, "Ahem, if you become human and your bloodline is suppressed, you'll probably have a short lifespan. Literally, you'll be more likely to die young. After all, there's a big difference between how snake monsters and humans calculate age. If you become a pure human, you'll be lucky to live to be a hundred years old, and more likely, you'll die in your forties or fifties. Ahem, I mean, you'll die in another forty or fifty years."

Nagini: "That's fine too, as long as I don't force myself to learn Animagus, it'll be okay?"

Zi Feng shook his head: "No, it's not that. If you encounter life-threatening danger or some accident, you might instinctively turn into a snake to deal with it. After all, your ancestors have a curse to protect your bloodline. But if the curse is activated, even if you survive and find me, I probably won't be able to help you. Because in that situation, the accumulated damage you suffer will not allow me to seal your blood curse again."

Nagini nodded, "Okay, I'll do it." After confirming, Zi Feng emitted a black light from his hand and injected it into Nagini's body. Soon, Nagini transformed into a beautiful woman. The next step was to clean her up and let her go.

Zi Feng didn't want to concern himself with the beautiful woman's love life or fate. He had already helped her, and her future was no longer his concern. After all, helping her once was enough.

Next, Zi Feng's life of lying down was quite satisfying. It must be said that Voldemort was also a very individualistic and insightful guy. In short, after three years, when they met Voldemort again, his soul had returned to normal.

Zi Feng asked curiously, "Did you collect all those fragments?"

Voldemort: "No, no, no, the method you described is quite easy to understand. I've been researching it for two years and have completed quite a few of the other Horcruxes."

Zi Feng covered her face: "Don't tell me that keeping an eye on Aurora is troublesome?"

Voldemort: "I'm not stupid. I only kill Muggles, and from other countries. But I'm too lazy to go to the East. I can't beat them there. By the way, I feel like things have been going much more smoothly lately."

Zi Feng asked curiously, "Do you dare tell me which countries you killed?"

Voldemort replied, "Oh, island nation, Stars and Stripes, I've discovered that killing them replenishes souls quickly, and, moreover, souls taste even better."

Zi Feng couldn't help but cover her face and complain, "You're a fucking genius, really! You beat yourself, didn't you? Okay, since you sensed it, let me explain. You feel it's easy to absorb and delicious because the people over there aren't doing anything good. The ones you find delicious have committed more evil deeds. Don't you also find some Death Eaters delicious?"

Voldemort: "Oh, is that the reason?"

Zi Feng exclaimed in horror: "Don't tell me you really ate it?"

Voldemort nodded: "I impersonated a Dementor and ate most of the people in Azkaban. They were delicious."

Zi Feng asked with disdain, "No, no, don't you think you're a little crazy?"

Voldemort: "Muggles call this condition cannibalism."

Zi Feng covered her face: "No, is it really okay for you to describe it so calmly?"

Voldemort: "Hey, hey, hey, I'm the Dark Lord."

Zi Feng complained, "You're becoming less and less human. Where are all your soul weapons? Let me take a look."

Voldemort laid out the Horcruxes, and Zi Feng glanced at them and said, "Wow, you're really something. Although they're not perfect, they're basically usable. Remember, you must have faith in your own memories. If any of your souls are devoured by other souls, then the soul's ownership depends on the soul's own memories."

Voldemort asked curiously, "If the memories in my body are someone else's memories, then who am I?"

Zifeng replied, "The correct answer is that memory belongs to whoever it is. People do recognize the memories in their souls. At least the King of Hell and the King of the Underworld recognize the owner of those memories. This is a rule for the dead."

Voldemort became even more curious: "What if the memories are confused?"

Zifeng replied, "Oh, do you know about garbage sorting? Simply put, those whose souls can be completely identified are recyclable garbage. Souls with confused memories, no memories, or those that have gone missing for various reasons, including your fragmented state, are all considered non-recyclable. So we'll just find a place to dump them and let you fend for yourselves."

Voldemort: "Uh, is that a better analogy?"

Zifeng replied, "It's easy to understand, that's all. The requirements here don't seem to be that high, but if you become chaotic, it's probably not necessary anyway."

Voldemort nodded; this was indeed quite important. He asked curiously, "Are you really alright, showing so much skin?"

Zi Feng shrugged and said, "No problem at all. Don't think you're so great just because you're the Dark Lord. In Eastern culture, you're nothing. Back home, people are serious and it depends on their mood. If you mess with me, I'll kill you—that's called severing karma. If I don't like you, I'll give you a good beating—that's called helping you clear your karmic obstacles. They mainly target Gryffindors, or rather, Slytherins disguised as Gryffindors. When they get ruthless, they'll make sure you can't understand a word they say. Seriously, over there, they mainly target those who understand—if you can understand, you can listen; if you can't, they'll beat you until you can. Uh, I'm the latter type, mainly about beating. So, they basically avoid me if they can."

Voldemort: "Where did I go from?"

Zi Feng: "Oh, judging by your reputation here, you're from the evil cultivator camp, but the shady things you've done are something the evil cultivators look down on, and the righteous path thinks you're unworthy. Oh right, just like Snape here. In your current situation, the most likely four words are: 'possessed by demonic possession.' Including those Death Eaters who went mad, they'll basically all end up with those four words—not being sent to prison, but directly to the hospital. You might even get a 'Why are you arguing with a madman?'" (Shrugs)

Voldemort covered his face and roared, "I've killed quite a few already."

Zifeng complained: "Have you accumulated tens of thousands? That's only someone's monthly performance."