The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"As for the gunshot wound to the abdomen... well, I happen to have a lot of experience dealing with these kinds of surgical wounds."

Since [Reaching for the Moon] had already pulled the steel bullet core out of her wound, there's no need to ingest any more shrapnel. All that's needed is to re-mold the injured area using the alchemical process [Dissolving Bone and Blood].

"I didn't expect Vivian to actually be in danger. It seems that the Misty Society really has its eye on my identity. Although they are usually invisible and don't show up in big or small matters, when it comes to their own interests... they really can't hold back."

As Fran effortlessly treated the wound, he couldn't help but utter a sigh of admiration.

"Well……"

Although Vivian was still unconscious, the pain in her abdomen caused her to utter a soft moan, showing signs of waking up.

However, with Luyala's comforting words, her consciousness quickly returned to the dream.

Fran quickly finished treating Vivian's gunshot wound in the abdomen and casually draped the small blanket he had been covering her with over her clothes.

In fact, the "Reaching for the Moon" technique hidden inside Fran's body wasn't for fighting enemies, but rather a last resort for her safety. In the event of a life-threatening and irreversible injury, this bio-material would execute a pre-programmed emergency command. II

That is, "to wrap Vivian's heart and brain and bring them back." (Salvation)

In fact, as long as she retains enough soul essence, creating a new body for her would only take some time. After all, that's how Luya's physical body came about.

Fortunately, this emergency plan was not needed; otherwise, it might have become a lifelong psychological trauma for the detective.

After confirming that Vivian's vital signs were good, Fran slowly walked up to Haida and lifted the [Mimetic Veil] off her face.

"Hmm... Haida, when I saw you come in looking like me, I even thought I was looking in a mirror."

As she spoke, she noticed the black stitches on Heda's neck, a symbol of the continued power of the "Shadow of the Future." 5

At this point, the sutures had almost completely disappeared, leaving only about one-fifth of their original length. (Tumor)

"Because it chooses to overlay the projection onto itself instead of manifesting it independently, the duration is greatly extended...an interesting characteristic."

As Fran carefully examined Haida's neck, a glint of light appeared in her amber eyes, as if she had remembered something. She then took out the raven's eye stone, which resembled a black pearl, from her pocket.

“Sister Haida, I hope you can feel the spiritual essence contained in this material in your current state.”

"it is good."

Heda had shed her disguise. She took the raven-eye stone, her grey-chestnut eyes remaining as calm as ever.

The moment her palm touched the raven's eye stone, the nun felt a strange, indescribable familiarity. She slowly closed her eyes, following her instincts, and infused them with a wisp of the spiritual essence of the "Headhunter."

The pitch-black darkness surged silently, and after being enveloped by the shadow, the gem gradually split into two identical pieces.

"There are more raven-eye stones...?"

Seeing this, Haida's eyes narrowed slightly, filled with some doubt.

Fran, on the other hand, slightly curved the corners of her glossy lips, revealing an expression of "I knew it."

"Just as I suspected, the power of the 'Throne of the Headslayers' is of the same origin as the Six-Eyed Raven. The reason why the Hunters established the Secret Court is precisely because the God of Hunting Gods took away the rules and authority of this realm from the Ravens..."

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(Quack, so busy during the Chinese New Year!)

Chapter 111 The Fallen City

When the God of Hunts took away the most precious eye of the Six-Eyed Raven, he also gained part of His authority over the shadows.

This is why the Raiders of the Six-Eyed Raven Order lost the arcane model of the second-class superior arcane art, Shadow Control, and why the arcane rituals were interrupted without warning.

The "Head-Cutting Throne" is the embodiment of this field and has become a legacy item passed down through generations of funeral officials.

As Haida used the power of her future self to generate the second Raven's Eye Stone, the power of the "Shadow of the Future" completely vanished. The black stitches on her neck burned away like a fuse, leaving no trace.

"If we want to use the 'Key to the Future' of the Banyan Fruit again, we can only wait for its spiritual essence to be fully replenished."

Observing Haida's current state, Fran gave a concise summary.

"It seems that Oak Nest, as a sanctuary, grants you additional power. Without its replenishment, the cycle of Spirit Essence accumulation is roughly once a quarter. The duration is not fixed and depends on the degree of power consumption."

Upon hearing this, Haida blinked, thinking of the other fruit the two had obtained from the Six-Eyed Raven Cult, "Shadow of the Past".

"In other words... the effect of 'Shadow of the Past' is also a similar pattern."

Three. "That's how it should be."

Fran took out the deep red ancient banyan fruit and gently sniffed it.

"However, using it requires great care and careful consideration of the right time. Hey... my 'past' self was quite dangerous. It wouldn't be good if I accidentally caused a large-scale disaster."

Haida wholeheartedly agreed with this.

Judging from Dr. Fran's act of stealing the Crown of Decay right before her eyes, her power in her "complete" state was unfathomable, almost equivalent to a walking, humanoid cataclysm. Perhaps even the Apostle rank cannot fully describe her power...

"Oh, right... Sister Haida just brought back the Pursuer's head, so we can take a look at what the Misty Society has been up to lately."

Fran took the box containing the brown head from Haida and began operating the bio-conversion device placed next to the main hall of the clinic.

Each time she reads a memory from her mind, she iterates on the device, until it is now nearly perfect.

[Bioconversion Device (Second Iteration)]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Effect: This product can extract and back up a living being's consciousness information, a process that also leads to the separation of the individual's soul. It has undergone a second technological optimization by a doctor, enabling more detailed memory reading while maintaining the overall integrity of the consciousness information.]

[Note: "In fact, it is precisely because the Star God relentlessly absorbs and drains resources that the solar radiation in the homeland of the Fearful Dead is unusually strong. And yet, driven to desperation, they choose to seek help from the culprit... Perhaps this is the dark humor of reality."]

Just as Fran was about to place the newly acquired head into the instrument, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing two black eyes like those of a tarantula.

Having lost most of his trachea and the brown pigment in his entire lungs, he was unable to speak, but his voice rang out unexpectedly in Fran's ears through some kind of secret instrument.

"Hermit, you will pay the price for your killings..."

“My passing will leave its mark on the place where you dwell, and the Misty Society will eventually find its way here. Then, you will have nowhere to escape.”

Faced with his sudden threat, Fran merely curled his lips into a deep, almost sweet smile.

"Oh, as expected of the Night Moth High Priest who has already shown an incomplete shell-like form. Even after being decapitated by the power sword 'Nirvana,' the body and soul still retain basic activity... truly worthy of being called 'high-quality material.'"

If the influence of the "Shadow of the Future" on Heda had not yet dissipated, even wielding a power sword far ahead of its time, she would still have needed to expend considerable effort to kill her.

"you……"

Looking into those amber eyes brimming with excitement, Brown felt an overwhelming chill creeping into his heart.

It feels different, completely different.

This was the third time he had met those eyes, but each time the feeling he got was very different.

Outside her first habitat, her eyes conveyed caution and scrutiny, like those of a wary bird. But as she approached with her sword drawn, her gaze revealed a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

At this moment, brown pigment saw a terrifying, pure fanaticism.

Damn, is she schizophrenic? How come she gives off a completely different vibe every moment?

“There’s good news: my instrument is no longer as lethal after the iteration. If you’re lucky, you can survive the ‘biotransformation’… Consider it a special privilege for the first high-quality experimental subject of the ‘Consciousness Datafication’ project.”

Ignoring Brown's panic, Fran connected the components of the bio-conversion device to the head and activated it.

Upon seeing this, Haida stepped forward as well. She placed her palm on Fran's hand, ready to jointly explore the memories of this Moth Priest.

The nun's palms were soft and warm, but her long knuckles had calluses from years of using weapons, giving them a slightly rough feel.

As the "Bioconversion Device" began operating, Fran and Haida connected with the consciousness of the Brown Priest.

As the victim of the attack, Vivian is rightfully entitled to share the intelligence in her pursuer's mind. This child possesses the boundless curiosity inherited from Secret Service agents, so she's unlikely to refuse.

However, she is currently receiving comfort from Luya in her dream, and it seems she has no energy left to do anything else.

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After a dazzling and bizarre experience, the memories of the Brown Priest appeared before the two of them from a first-person perspective.

In the solemn and spacious main hall of the church, the candlelight of two rows of lamps flickered quietly. One could vaguely see the gray down, symbolizing moths, and the glowing, clear yellow hue adorning the stained-glass windows.

A person sat upright on a square chair under the lamplight window, his eyes languid, looking down at He Su who was kneeling on one knee.

"After entering the third habitat, the 'inchworm' reported back with information about the 'hermit'. You should have already seen the contents."

"Yes, lady in the ochre dress."

Brown addressed the other person respectfully, his gaze lowered, and he seemed to avoid eye contact even when answering questions.

"According to the inchworm, the 'hermit' who appeared in the third habitat is suspected to be a high-ranking Moth Dancer. It was she who peeled off the remains of the holy relic that we used for experiments from Louisa."

"Furthermore, after reporting this information, the inchworm completely disappeared. We sent out spies to search for it, but to no avail, whether in Foy or Mordway... On the bright side, perhaps it died at the hands of that hermit."

“But I personally believe that he should have defected. The people of Gormouth have never cared about ‘loyalty’; they only care about where they can gain more benefits.”

He deftly analyzed the intelligence he had gathered and offered his own speculations.

The woman in the ochre dress nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing with the assessment of brown pigment.

"Among Foy's moth followers, the Inchworm's abilities are beyond question. Compared to his comrades who are obsessed with devising schemes, he can devote himself more to the study of the mysteries, but at the same time... his few acts of deception are exquisite enough to be called art."

"But at the same time, he also harbors ambitions beyond his current rank. Such a person would never be content to remain on the third tier, and it wouldn't be surprising what actions he would take to gain promotion."

Although she looks young, her eyes are old and distant, as if filled with sighs.

"It's alright. The inchworm is unaware of our collaborative project with the Star Abyss Society. It also has no connection to Nightmare Guest's research in the Fallen City. Since he wants to leave, let him go."

"However, he is no longer one of us. If we encounter him in the future, we need not hesitate to take his life."

Hearing what the ochre-white-skirted man said, He Su immediately kowtowed in agreement.

"Yes. If I have the chance, I will bring him back... and make him pay the price for betraying the Moth of the Forest."

"These are not important and do not require extra effort."

In much earlier times, the ochre-skirted woman had witnessed far too many instances of betrayal and infighting among her colleagues, and was therefore not particularly concerned about it.

The inchworm has an almost artistic pursuit of deception and longing. Therefore, it probably betrayed only the "mysterious society," not the night moth.

"What you need to do now is figure out the 'hermit''s' intentions and schemes. Nightmare Ravens' research is in its final stages and cannot be disturbed. As long as he successfully transforms into a self-aware mythical creature in the Fallen City, we can prove the theoretical feasibility of the ritual."

She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze slowly shifting, as if she had thought of something interesting.

“Oh, speaking of which… perhaps calling that guy ‘Nightmare’ and ‘Lyons Horton’ is no longer quite accurate.”

“Using ‘Prophet of Desire’ Karmion von Munro as his name would be much more appropriate. Although that sorcerer failed to be reborn as he wished, the Six-Eyed Raven Order produced a Raider whose memories were completely corrupted by his.”

"Would this situation be considered 'coming back to life'?"

After uttering a sigh, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she fell into a long silence.

……change

The scenes of memory gradually faded, like fleeting, illusory shadows.

Brown pigment precipitated out, and the remaining consciousness transformed into a data stream stored in the casing. Fortunately, this was a second-generation instrument; if it were the first generation, he would now only have scattered fragments of thought left.

Haida slowly opened her gray-chestnut eyes, slowly recalling what she had just seen.

"Ochre dress...she's a high-ranking member of the Obscure Society in Gormouth?"

"That's how it should be."

Fran shared the same view.

"Speaking of which, 'ochre-white skirt' is actually a general term for a certain type of nocturnal moth. Oh... I think I've probably figured out how the nocturnal moth disciples choose their code names."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned.

She had only slept for about half an hour, and was still feeling a bit sleepy.

"Judging from her imposing presence, that lady should be a high-ranking priest of the fifth tier. Similar to the deceased, she enjoys the attention and favor of the gods and is not far from being an apostle."

Fran rubbed his eyes, then planned to go to the bedroom to retreat to his beloved bed and continue his sweet dream that had just been interrupted.

Sometimes she couldn't help but sigh, realizing that getting older really does make one's temper milder. When she was younger, if she were interrupted in the middle of the night like this, she would have gotten angry.

I remember that Viola would often have to play the role of the punching bag because of this... but she didn't mind it at all, and seemed to regard it as a special emotional exchange between master and disciple, and would patiently coax Fran when he was in a bad mood.

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Morion, the fallen city.

The bow of the steel steamship cleaved through the black waves, and the Leviathan's whistle sounded a loud and long wail. This long-silent port wreck welcomed a new visitor.

Desolate, dilapidated, with only gray concrete ruins as far as the eye can see.