Hands, legs, neck.

Completely shackled.

And around him, applause continued ceaselessly, along with unending songs of joy.

The sound of clapping started up again, uniform and rhythmic—one clap, then another, and another... The gigantic human-faced tumors that penetrated the darkness like swords, swelled with each clap.

As if they were hearts.

Countless faces emerged from within, their flesh writhing, creeping out from decay and desiccation like hands, making their way up the electric chair.

Finally, they thoroughly penetrated the back of Lian Cheng's neck.

At that moment, an unprecedentedly shrill scream burst forth from above the hospital building, so piercing it was as if all the souls unable to die were crying out in despair through his lungs and tongue.

Convulsions, twitching,

Bulging veins crawled upwards from beneath his neck, extending across his face.

Tears, snot, saliva, and even other bodily fluids flowed uncontrollably as Lian Cheng convulsed violently; another eye startlingly opened upon his face.

His flesh mutated continuously, as if a monster beneath the skin was angrily squirming.

The Undying Disease, implanted complete!

Yet this gift from the White Hall was more terrifying and profound than he had anticipated...

Within the Evil Cult, all core members had, to some extent, undergone the Erosion of the Superior Evils. Over years of coexistence, this granted them a resistance far greater than that of ordinary Chosen Ones.

Even changing them to the marrow.

It could be said they were thoroughly inhuman.

After the Matrix had been mutated by the exposure to the Evil, it completely diverged from the Superior, turning towards the Vortex. Its epicenter was the boon of the Evil, more violent and illogical than that granted by the Superior—and at the same time, more cruel.

Know this, even Superiors have affinities; Tian Yuan and White Deer are at odds even in the minds of dogs, Heart Core and Ascension have never seen eye to eye, and the very natures of Ruins and Mirror cannot coexist...

The repulsion and resistance among the Nine Evils are even greater!

After undergoing the transformations of different Superior Evils and being infected by the Undying Disease anew, Lian Cheng felt his body had become a battlefield for those two rampaging wills, on the verge of being torn apart in an instant.

Fleshy tendrils extended from his body and orifices, flailing wildly as his body rapidly swelled and underwent abnormal changes.

The electric chair shook violently, nearly torn apart by him.

But quickly, the warden reached out and took hold of a pitch-black blade pulled from the tumor, aimed it at his gaping mouth, and thrust fiercely.

Buried to the hilt!

Blood gushed like a fountain, and his howls grew even more agonizing.

But astonishingly, with the blade's penetration, the mutation halted. Large swaths of flesh withered and vanished into smoke, leaving behind a heavily mutated body, grotesque in appearance, and still twitching unconsciously, convulsing.

The worsening of the Undying Disease, was it contained?!

Ji Jue moved closer for a careful examination.

He reached into Lian Cheng's mouth, grasped the hilt, and pulled out a section... Instantly, the scream erupted once more, a pitiful cry, and then he shoved the hilt back in, and the mutation stopped again, hanging on by a thread.

Actually effective!

His eyebrows raised, he clicked his tongue in admiration.

If it weren't for the many physicians watching, he'd have liked to pull the sword out and insert it again, just for the show and the sound of it.

Alas, there was no such opportunity.

But from just a moment's touch, he still sensed the strange aura on the blade.

Without doubt, it bore the traces of Mutation, just like the Undying Disease!

Using a mutation from another of the Nine Evils to forcibly suppress the condition of the Undying Disease and reduce its effects.

Like drinking poison to quench thirst, fighting poison with poison!

On the surface, it seemed effective.

But only slightly...

Even if the curse on the blade would temporarily kill most cells, if even a single infected cell remained, it would rapidly revive.

And during revival, it would erode flesh and soul even more severely, worsening the condition.

The reason for the absence of deterioration for so long was simply because the Aggregated sufferers in the hospital had already progressed too far, beyond the point of return!

No, that method of treatment...

It was more like a transformation!

Relying on the perception and feedback from that momentary contact with Non-attack, perhaps it was difficult for ordinary people to conclude, but for Ji Jue, it was all too familiar.

As if leveraging the breeding ground of the Undying Disease, using that mutated life as a base to transform into an entirely new form!

This method sounded eerily familiar.

Where had he seen it before?

He stroked his chin, pondering deeply, when suddenly an image of a hideously grinning old face appeared before him!

—Lawrence!!!

Using life as a basis to implant a foreign object and achieve transformation, yielding results.

Such a thought process was exactly identical to the Vortex Planting Method!

Even if the method and form were different, it was merely replacing the [Fetus] and [Device] with patients with the Undying Disease, and the [Substance] that was formed turned into something far more dangerous!

He never expected that, after all this time, Lawrence's value was still on the rise!

But of course, the Evil Cult, Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony...

So you bastards have been holding some kind of villainous technique exchange meetings, huh?!

And in that brief moment, the face on the electric chair that had been streaming with tears and snot finally regained its calm, waking from the pain and torture.

Even when being helped to stand, he used all his strength to look up.

Staring fiercely at Ji Jue, his resentment grew deeper.

"Next, it's your turn!"

Instantly, all the doctors' eerie gazes turned to Ji Jue, but within that nearly tangible malice, Ji Jue seemed unfazed as if a pleasant breeze brushed against him.

He smiled slightly.

"Alright then."

Raising his hands, he adjusted his collar and put the clutter of items from his pocket, like signing pens, notepads, and prayer beads, aside.

Just like that, he strode forward toward the electric chair.

"Come on, hurry up."

He rubbed his hands together, eager: "I can't wait to devote my whole life to the cause of medical science!"

His casual demeanor made Lian Cheng's heart tighten, and he stared wide-eyed. Gaining strength from who knows where, he pushed away the supporting hands and stumbled forward, reaching out to feel.

Face, hands, body.

When he intended to feel more, Ji Jue caught his hand.

"That's enough, that's enough, any more would be impolite!"

...

Lian Cheng was numb, unable to comprehend.

Was it really not an illusion? No tricks or shortcuts at play. He could even feel that the person before him was truly the Chosen One, with no trace of Mutant energy.

But what was the problem?

How could he dare?

There must be a ghost!

Definitely a ghost!

But there was no longer enough time for him to look for new clues, as doctors approached to shackle Ji Jue with irons and fetters.

Ji Jue serenely let them do as they would, even joining in with the other doctors in song: "In a loveless Ruins~ Even the grim reaper hesitates~ The flower of happiness blossoms everywhere~"

Hey, don't say it, the song really sounded quite heartwarming!

"You..."

Right in front of him, Director Qian, who was personally shackling him, paused, the overtly smiley expression on his face seemed to flicker for a moment.

As if, he wanted to say something.

Looking at him.

But in the end, he stayed silent, patting his shoulder.

"You're good."

He said, "Of all the interns I've supervised, you're the best."

"Everything for the patient, right?"

Ji Jue started to smile.

Director Qian turned and left, his figure blending into the crowd of white-clad Mutants, no longer distinguishable. Only the increasingly fanatic singing echoed, while the strange massive tumor pulsed overhead.

Flesh spread, tentacles extended.

Up along the electric chair, in an instant, they pierced into Ji Jue's spine!

A chilling coolness, with a surprisingly thrilling sensation...

Ji Jue blinked.

Lian Cheng blinked as well, and blinked again, involuntarily drawn in—no screams, no wails, not even any sign of distress, not even a change in the rate of breathing...

The inoculation of the Undying Disease had already begun!

In this moment, when all eyes were on Ji Jue, no one saw that from the pile of items Ji Jue had carelessly dropped, a spiritual spider the size of a fingernail crawled out from under a pen cap, carrying a thin roll of records, and disappeared.

And atop the electric chair, Ji Jue's expression finally changed.

Lian Cheng's eyes widened, unable to contain his urge to laugh out loud.

He heard Ji Jue open his mouth and burp.

"Has it started?"

The Ji Jue, who should have been screaming in agony, curiously looked up at the director: "Don't feel a thing, did the patient not eat?"

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