Facing Dickinson's question, Roger didn't say anything. From the current point of view, he didn't realize any hidden dangers in himself.

But according to Dickinson, alien souls like them will definitely conflict with the body they use, and when the conflict intensifies to a certain extent, they can only abandon this body.

"Is the original consciousness of the body awakened?"

Dickinson asked.

"I'm not at that stage yet."

Roger gave an ambiguous answer.

"I have investigated your information. You appeared here in the first place. Based on that time point, it should only be a few months?"

Roger didn't answer, and Dickinson took it as his acquiescence.

"In a few months, even if there is a conflict, it should be very slight, but then, you will face new troubles."

Dickinson reached out and scratched the neck a few times, and Roger noticed that there was a little bit of metal-like luster where his nails scratched.

"What the hell is this guy?" In short, it will definitely not be human."

And the us he mentioned represents that there are many souls from other worlds who are similar to him and keep in touch.

This is really a question that is terribly frightening to think about. These people have erased the imprint of the soul of the original owner of the body, occupied the nest, and continued to live under the identity of the other party.

If he didn't take the initiative to say it himself, it might be difficult for the people around him to find out.

"In order to occupy this body and try not to cause too much damage to the body, I can only eat away the soul of the original owner of the body bit by bit."

"It went on for a long time and it wasn't a pleasant experience to be honest."

Dickinson continued.

"The soul is obliterated, and the body is equivalent to dead, but we reoccupy this body and control its activities."

"The body is between life and death. Over time, new problems will arise. A living body will spontaneously generate new consciousness. These consciousnesses are very immature and have little thinking ability."

"But because they are spontaneously generated by this body, from a congenital point of view, they have a stronger affinity with this body than we do."

"In order to avoid interference with our control, we can only obliterate it again."

"Once or twice is okay. After a long time and too many times, the body will cause irreparable damage, plus the world rejects us..."

Dickinson sighed.

"At that time, the body will malfunction, and we can only be forced to change to a new body."

"This is already my third body."

Dickinson smiled at Roger.

"It is for this reason that I have studied the history of the vicinity of Bordeaux quite a bit."

Although it is not clear how often Dickinson changed bodies, it is clear that he should have lived in the Bordeaux area for some time.

"Is there no solution to this abnormal conflict between soul and body?"

Asked Roger.

"As far as I know, no."

Dickinson shook his head, "In the final analysis, this kind of conflict is a conflict of world rules. The methods we currently have can only alleviate it, but cannot completely eradicate it."

"By relief you mean..."

Although there is no problem with his body now, Roger has to be more vigilant, and really wait until the conflict is inevitable...

He didn't think it was time to change his body.

This means that he will discard everything he has accumulated before, power is second, and more importantly, friends and other relationships he has made.

"At present, there are only two options."

Dickinson held up two fingers.

"The first way is to quickly improve the strength of the body. The birth of a new consciousness requires a relatively stable environment. When your strength no longer improves and your body no longer changes."

"It's often easier to speed up the process."

Dickinson glanced at Roger, "You have just entered the Transcendence realm, and your strength has been improving rapidly during this period of time. Relatively speaking, the possibility of conflict is relatively low."

"However, the later the strength increases, the slower it will be, and problems will easily occur at that time."

Roger nodded, then made a mental note.

This information is not likely to be summed up by Dickinson himself, but should be the result of a group's joint exploration.

"Another way?" Roger asked again.

This method seems simple, but no one can guarantee that the strength has been improving rapidly. When entering the bottleneck, the body will change accordingly.

"Another method is much simpler than this."

Dickinson's fingernails scratched across the table, "Curses land."

"Being in the cursed land can suppress this situation to the greatest extent, and the cursed land above medium size has complete operating rules."

"Whether our body or our soul is like a foreign object there, this conflicting environment will minimize the confrontation between us and the body."

Dickinson pointed to himself. "I was in the New Moon City below Bordeaux for a long time, until I had to go."

"Have to leave?"

Roger asked suspiciously.

"Staying there will weaken the conflict between soul and body, but as time goes by, one day, that place will no longer have any effect on us. And that's the biggest drawback of the second solution."

"What if we change to a new cursed land?" Roger had an idea in his mind.

Dickinson smiled.

"Do you think there are many cursed lands that meet the requirements?"

"Taking a step back, even if you do find such a place, you may not have the chance to stay there for a long time."

"After all, the cursed land that meets the requirements is the most precious secret for every force. Without accumulation and identity recognition, there is no way for you to enter there, let alone stay there for a long time."

Roger thought for a while, and found that what Dickinson said was indeed reasonable, "A cursed land that meets the requirements?" He was a little puzzled.

"We don't know the specific rules. After all, the rules of each world have their own particularities. If there is an abnormality in your body, you will be able to notice it the first time you enter there."

Roger frowned thoughtfully.

He thought of the misty hut. If there was a conflict, he didn't know where...

If all this is true, even if there is no abnormality in his body now, he still needs to plan ahead.

After finishing the slightly cold coffee in his cup, Roger looked at Dickinson who was sitting across from him.

"Having said so much, there is one thing I still can't figure out."

He looked into Dickinson's eyes. "You are telling me so many things. What's your purpose?"

Dickinson nodded.

"I do have my own purpose, but again, what I do is good for you."

"I need your help."

He reached out and scratched at the neck.

"I think you should be able to see that the body I'm using now is about to fail, and I need to get a new one."

"I think as the same kind, you should be able to help me!"