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 rge, only able to eternally wail until the last mont 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 dicine 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 treatnt thod causes conflicts? Without proper validation, recklessly changing thods will only lead to failure!
I disagree—"
But the mont 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 mont, 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 Ti Ruins, aside from the patients, wasn't there still one who had received the sa treatnt 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 transford 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 mont he nodded in the eting room, his doom at this mont 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 tis you ask, there will only be one answer."
Sorry, it's not possible.
No way!
It's too late.
From the mont you clowns sent the Ti 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, welco the warm reception of the locals, and even, the eternal despair and tornt.
"Let's begin."
At this mont, 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 mont, 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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