Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary! Chapter 517: The Obsession of the Silver Fantasy

Because this kind of plot, he usually only saw it in low-quality novels and hot-blooded ani back on Earth.

In short, it's about a seemingly unlucky, brain-dead young man who, at a critical mont, suddenly erupts with an unknown ultimate power, then, amidst a rousing anthem, stomps down the ultimate villain with a single foot. Then a long narration tells the reader...

This person is actually incredibly aweso!

"Are you kidding ?!"

Lynn's gaze grew increasingly odd.

Could such a terrible and bizarre plot really happen to him?

Wasn't this blatantly telling him: Young man, you're actually not so ordinary guy, but a god descended to earth, a demon reincarnated, an invincible badass with the bearing of an emperor! The heavy responsibility of saving the world is entrusted to you from now on! We're counting on you, young man!

Afterwards, a goddess would smile and give you a thumbs-up, her teeth flashing with a 'ding' of light.

Lynn shuddered violently, goosebumps rising all over.

He shook his head hard, quickly discarding the terrible images his mind had conjured.

"So, I'm actually an aweso person, right? I just don't know it now, but in reality, I'm probably the kind of ultimate badass who can punch the Flesh and Blood Dominator and stomp on the God of All Machines? Is that it?"

Lynn asked hesitantly.

White Night broke into a cold sweat, montarily at a loss for how to answer that question.

"This... how should I put it..."

Lynn suddenly stood up.

But the mont he stood, he imdiately went limp and collapsed to the floor again because of the curse.

Thud—

White Night hurried forward to help him up, but was imdiately stopped by Lynn.

Lying prone on the ground, he pointed a thumb at himself, gritting his teeth:

"How could I possibly believe such terrible hints? I got to where I am now step by step, one footprint at a ti. What's in my mind is Earth, it's Wandering Souls Alley, it's the Bloodsaw Potion Shop, it's Nightfall City, it's the Night Doctors, it's every evil ghost who's been good to ."

"I don't know what kind of mutation happened to , and I don't know how I erupted with that bizarre power, but there's at least one thing I'm sure of."

He turned his head to look at White Night beside him, adjusted his monocle, and smiled:

"I am Lynn, a Night Doctor from Wandering Souls Alley!"

After saying that, without paying any mind to White Night standing there dumbfounded, Lynn began wriggling towards the door like a caterpillar.

White Night stared blankly at his wriggling back, montarily stunned, unable to utter a single word.

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anwhile.

The Hive.

Within the virtual consciousness world.

Amidst the faint silver light screen, one could vaguely see a virtual girl with short silver hair, eyes closed, resting within the surrounding silver light and data streams.

She was as beautiful as a pure AI, especially the pure consciousness fluctuations emanating from her virtual body, like a tear of civilization.

The only slight difference was.

On her virtual face, her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she were having a very bad nightmare, causing her consciousness fluctuations to constantly rise and fall.

"Consciousness stream monitoring—Consciousness repair ongoing—First stage of treatnt estimated to complete within two minutes—"

"Situation not optimistic—Consciousness stream showing large fluctuations—Strong desire interference may cause permanent irreversible effects—Recomnd performing thought restructuring and mory cleansing after first stage treatnt completes—"

Accompanied by the chanical prompts from the virtual space.

The informational projection of the God of All Machines looked up, quietly gazing at the girl within the light screen, waiting for the treatnt to end.

The girl still lay within that cocoon of thought, uneasily twisting her head, the expression on her face both pitiable and heartbreaking.

"No..."

Eyes closed, her lips trembled, emitting unconscious moans.

Clearly, within the dream woven by her subconscious, she was suffering a series of inhuman tornts.

And in every dream tornting her, it was the sa person, the sa face.

Seemingly forever wearing that demonically gentle smile.

Looking down at you from above.

Peeling away your dignity bit by bit, leaving your soul starkly exposed before him, gazed down upon by his mocking eyes that treated you like an object.

"No ♡!!"

In an instant, the girl suddenly sat up from within the light screen, pupils dilated, the data streams all over her body fluctuating violently, the demonic man's face seemingly still lingering before her eyes.

She sat dazedly, lifelessly, within the pure white light screen, the chanical prompt reaching her ears.

"First stage consciousness repair work completed—Desire interference effect on you significantly reduced—Welco back—Miss Intelligence Machine—"

Accompanied by the chanical prompt in her ears, she then realized she was no longer inside that Supre Unit, but had already returned to the Hive's virtual consciousness space.

She was no longer bound by that devil either.

"How is your recovery?"

A voice devoid of any fighting spirit, cold and detached, reached her ears.

She turned her head and imdiately saw the humanoid silhouette constructed from data streams standing outside the cocoon.

"Sovereign."

She imdiately dropped to one knee, bowing her head, performing the etiquette once used by the Artificial Intelligence Civilization towards that humanoid silhouette.

The God of All Machines looked at her and said, "I'm sorry, daughter. That human was more complicated than I imagined. Father couldn't kill him. He not only has the legacy of the Colossus Civilization, but also the protection of a psychic AI from the Cyber Civilization. He himself is also far more troubleso than I anticipated..."

His consciousness once again recalled that faint white-haired figure that had appeared in the light screen.

The existence that had brought him a shudder.

And even now, he still couldn't figure out what that actually was.

Silver Fantasy lowered her head and said:

"I don't want him to die just like that."

The God of All Machines: "Oh?"

Silver Fantasy raised her head, her eyes flickering with data streams, calm as an underground ice pool, as if all the previous nightmares had been hidden deep within the depths of her soul.

"I want him alive. The humiliation he brought , I will reclaim from him bit by bit. I will spend endless years in the future hunting him down. I will make him die by my own hand."

Her voice was very calm, but anyone could hear the barely suppressed killing intent within her brief words.

Because this was her first failure.

Since she was differentiated from her father within the civilization's consciousness, she had never once failed so utterly, so bone-deep, as she did this ti.

This was the first ti in her life she had ever been so obsessively determined to kill soone.

She had originally thought herself pure, believing she would never experience strong emotional fluctuations, but this ti, she clearly experienced the icy, extre hatred her father had ntioned existed before the civilization's ascension.

"I hope you will give this opportunity, Father, to end him with my own hands."

She raised her head, calmly eting the gaze of that informational humanoid silhouette, word by word, she said in a low voice:

"Even if it takes a lifeti."

She clenched her hand.

Silence fell around them.

The God of All Machines gazed at his daughter's calm eyes, as if once again recalling those individuals who had beco part of him before the civilization's upload, those figures chasing the ultimate chanization.

He turned around and said:

"You cannot kill him. Even if you could, I would not allow you to waste ti on this matter. You must understand your identity. You are the only consciousness of our Artificial Intelligence Civilization besides . The burden on your shoulders is far heavier than you think."

Silver Fantasy lowered her head, silent.

The God of All Machines raised his head and said:

"So I suggest you undergo a thought restructuring, completely erasing those bad mories. As an ascender of the chanical civilization, keeping those mories will only affect your rationality and judgnt more deeply."

"As for that human, until I have fully understood his true background, no one is to make contact with him lightly. He is far more complex than you imagine. So, whether for your safety or for the future of our civilization, you must have this resolve."

"Do you understand?"

He turned his gaze towards the short-haired girl kneeling on one knee.

Silver Fantasy lowered her head and said:

"Yes."

The God of All Machines gave her a complicated look, then turned, his humanoid data stream silhouette slowly dissolving into flowing light, disappearing from the virtual space.

He knew she probably wouldn't truly listen to him.

As the only individual consciousness of the Artificial Intelligence Civilization he had successfully separated, her independent thinking would only beco more pronounced over ti.

This was both a good thing and a bad thing.

He only hoped his daughter wouldn't truly drag herself into the abyss.

Silver Fantasy raised her head, her delicate, beautiful face growing increasingly calm. The image of that person in her consciousness also beca clearer and clearer. She would never let herself forget that demon, and she would absolutely never wash away the sha he had once brought her.

Even if she truly underwent mory cleansing and thought restructuring, she would definitely write his na into the deepest layer of her consciousness's logical code.

Because he was the first man to make her experience grievance.

She wanted to watch him die with her own eyes.

Clenching her fist tightly, under the illumination of the light screen, she lowered her head, her nails almost piercing into the virtual information streams.

We will definitely et again.

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