Death.

Perhaps for many, death is the most terrifying thing in the world, but not here, here death is the most luxurious grace in the world!

Under the infection of the Undying Disease, patients' souls and flesh mutate and merge, only able to eternally wail until the last moment of complete annihilation.

To live forever, never to be freed!

But now... had the shortcut to death appeared right before their eyes?

It was, indeed, like the gospel!

Yes, everyone had already witnessed the abilities of the newbie. And this vial of medicine looked like it was packed with lethality, so why not try it?

What if?

Maybe, the patients could really die?!

So, why not try?

Only by trying could one pass on—

Starting with the dean, one after another, the doctors gathered around, devoutly bowing their heads, fervently staring at the syringe in Ji Jue's hand, almost ready to worship it.

"No!"

Lian Cheng's face contorted with veins bulging, his complexion shifting unpredictably, instinctively arguing, "What if the treatment method causes conflicts? Without proper validation, recklessly changing methods will only lead to failure!

I disagree—"

But the moment his words fell, his heart suddenly turned ice-cold.

An uncontrollable shudder.

As if, he had made a critically wrong choice, with no way back.

His other foot had finally stepped beyond the cliff...

At that moment, he saw Ji Jue's smile again.

So gentle and pleasing.

As if watching his own material walk up to the operating table, waiting for a blessing...

"That's exactly why we need validation."

He lifted the syringe in his hand, pointing it at the dumbstruck Lian Cheng, and finally, the truth revealed: "Before it's really applied to patients, isn't there still a perfect clinical test subject?"

Right now, in the Time Ruins, aside from the patients, wasn't there still one who had received the same treatment for the mild form of the Undying Disease?

A deadly silence suddenly descended.

When Ji Jue pointed the syringe forward, all the doctors turned back stiffly like marionettes, their faces still smiling, their crimson pupils gleaming.

Looking at the now crucial test subject.

The living sacrifice who had willingly stepped onto the altar.

—Lian Cheng!!!

Yes, yes, yes!

The doctors cheered ecstatically, the mutants rejoiced, choked up, and gratefully wept.

Wasn't there still one?

Wasn't there still a unique test subject and testing opportunity?

Under Ji Jue's guidance and pushing, step by step onto the altar, and having transformed himself into a test subject, Lian Cheng found himself in desperation and discovered he was literally "irreplaceable"!

From the beginning, that was the other party's intention!

From the moment he nodded in the meeting room, his doom at this moment had been sealed!

"Ugh..."

Lian Cheng's complexion alternated between pale and green, struggling, he swallowed hard.

Looking at Ji Jue, his eyes could no longer hide a trace of fear and... pleading?

But now, one by one, huge shadows rose under the light, covering his face, eclipsing all hope and illusion.

"Do you want to ask if reconciliation is possible?"

Ji Jue raised the syringe in his hand, lightly flicking it, squeezing out the bubbles: "You can ask, have hopes, but unfortunately, no matter how many times you ask, there will only be one answer."

Sorry, it's not possible.

No way!

It's too late.

From the moment you clowns sent the Time Ruins to Cliff City... the Hell Express had already departed for you!

Now, this train has arrived on schedule, please all passengers pack your baggage, disembark orderly, welcome the warm reception of the locals, and even, the eternal despair and torment.

"Let's begin."

At this moment, in Ji Jue's smile, the swarming doctors surrounded Lian Cheng, cheering, admiring, and thanking him for his sacrifice once again.

Ignoring his struggles and resistance, they forcibly secured him back into the electric chair.

Then, his neck, hands, feet, and even his body.

The shackles were locked again.

Lastly, the raised syringe pushed out the last bit of spray.

Casting a ferocious shadow from that twisted face.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid."

Ji Jue reassured him last, the cold needle piercing into the flesh and veins of his wrist: "After this injection, all you'll think about is dedicating yourself to curing and saving others."

At that moment, the syringe plunged to the end.

The Mad Slaughter Poison, completely entered.

Then, what played... was an aria of wails never before heard even in Hell!

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