The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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(I had a fever and was bedridden for a few days after the New Year, but I have recently recovered and am trying to resume my daily diet.)

Chapter 115 Remembering the Shadow of the Crow

Foggy Street Clinic, Psychotherapy Room.

At this moment, Vivian was lying on the soft couch in the psychotherapy room. Although her body was relaxed, she looked at Dr. Fran, who was sitting in front of her with a book in his hand, with a slightly uneasy gaze.

The decor here has a distinct Gormouth style, with a simple yet reassuring wooden structure, red coral interior decorations on the white stone walls, and a few budding Dream Sleeping Flowers on the table.

Clearly, this was a special arrangement Fran prepared for the Gormouth branch, and even just being there would gradually bring a sense of peace and tranquility.

"Dr. Fran, I think the injuries I sustained during my last mission have almost healed... I shouldn't need any further treatment, right?"

Vivian pursed her lips and said with a hint of unease.

She wasn't particularly concerned about the dangers she had encountered in her previous missions, after all, the Hunters were born with them. When she accepted Fran's commission to go to the First Habitat, she had already prepared herself for potentially dangerous encounters.

However, the doctor seemed worried that facing a moth priest directly might have some negative impact on him, so he prepared this psychological consultation with great interest... and found it hard to refuse.

Fran agreed with Vivian's explanation.

"That's right. You only have some easily treatable surgical wounds, and after basic treatment, you won't even have any scars left."

However, this doesn't mean she'll stop this therapy session...

"Well... I just need to make sure you're mentally healthy and give you some credit for your courage."

As he spoke, Fran slowly walked to the bedside and began to chat softly.

"Vivian, do you know the percentage of people with mental illnesses within the Hunter's Order?"

"not sure."

Vivian shook her head quite sincerely.

Although she was an agent of the Secret Service, she knew very little about the Medical Services Division's files and rarely had access to them.

"Generally speaking, the average rate of mental illness in a group does not exceed 20%. However, among the hunters, the proportion of people suffering from mental illness is over 30%, with paranoid psychosis being the most common."

"Perhaps because hunters are in a high-pressure environment all year round, they must have a certain 'stubborn' mentality to resist the fear of death and the unknown. After all, for hunters who are not on the path of hunting, any wavering or self-doubt is fatal."

"Oh, but most of the data I have is from twenty years ago. I'm not sure if the Medical Affairs Division has made any progress in this area in recent years..."

As she spoke, she gently reached out and pressed her fingertips against Vivian's ear. She brushed aside a few strands of hair from her forehead and gently stroked them.

It must be said that Fran's technique was exquisite and comfortable, which made Vivian squint her eyes and relax her breathing.

"The bed in the psychotherapy room is a newly made 'Freudian couch' that helps relieve patients' tension. But besides this gimmicky name, it also has a simpler name: 'sofa'."

"Um……"

Vivian responded softly, feeling a deep, lingering drowsiness rising within her soul with the gentle caress of those warm hands.

Although she was somewhat worried about becoming an experimental subject like Sister Heda, she was indeed finding it difficult to resist the increasingly intense drowsiness...

A moment later, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.

"Without using mental interventions such as the 'swinging heart clock' or lullabies, and without applying or taking any medication... indeed, this kind of hypnosis is the most challenging in terms of technique."

Once he was sure Vivian was asleep, Fran breathed a sigh of relief and called Heda, who was waiting outside.

“Sister Haida, prepare to draw the ritual array. Although the effects of the Ancient Banyan Fruit [Shadow of the Future] have dissipated, you still retain an affinity for the Dark Spirit. This should be beneficial to the stability of the ritual.”

"it is good."

Clearly, Heda already knew beforehand that she would be needed in this ceremony, and she did not show any surprise when Fran gave her instructions.

She took out a storage bag from the waist of her nun's robe, which was filled with translucent black powder.

That was the residue of raven-eye stone after it had been ground, used to draw ritual arrays.

The ascension ceremony of the Six-Eyed Raven Cult requires a cup and the essence of enlightenment. The latter is best provided by raven-eye stone, while the former can be provided by the blood of a living being.

However, for an agent of the Secret Service to be promoted, they need to add at least nine times the ashes of humanity to their already formidable ranks.

This might sound a bit horrifying, but in reality, many useless human tissues can be used to provide ash. For example, fingernails and hair... Of course, using the ash from the remains of the deceased is more convenient, as there is a larger quantity available and it contains more spiritual elements.

"Ten prayers correspond to ten moments. Six nodes correspond to six eyes."

"The ashes of humanity represent the last swordsman on earth."

While Haida was busy, Fran's voice quietly rang out.

After using the powdered raven's eye stone to create the general outline of the ascension ritual, "Remembering the Raven's Shadow," the nun took out a wooden-handled folding knife from her waist, sliced ​​her palm with its blade, and let the crimson blood soak the entire array.

"As for the ashes, I can contribute a little."

As he spoke, Fran cut off a lock of light-colored hair, burned it to ashes with a lamp, and then spread it on the ritual array.

With her assistance, Haida quickly completed the construction and drawing of the promotion ceremony.

"Alright, now you need to get a simple bandage done, Sister Haida."

Seeing the ritual array on the ground gradually come to life, Fran stepped forward, took Haida's hand, and quickly sealed the wound on her palm with the alchemical program [Dissolve Bone and Blood].

Throughout the treatment, the nun maintained a rather strange expression. The granulation tissue in the wound intertwined and fused together like a web, a sight she could still find somewhat uncomfortable, no matter how many times she had witnessed it.

"Now we can proceed with the final procedures... Sister Haida, come with me into the dream."

As she spoke, she summoned Luara, using the mythical creature's power to pull her and Haida into Vivian's dream.

……

For esoteric Buddhist disciples, advancement is an unavoidable topic. However, how to ascend higher on the hidden ladder is a puzzle that is difficult to solve with a fixed solution.

There has never been a unified path to promotion.

Construct a grand feast as a sacrifice, forge yourself in the fiery red furnace, shed everything in the dazzling light of enlightenment, and embrace metamorphosis in an endless dance of joy...

Or perhaps, a mere glance from the distant, towering statues of gods is enough to bestow honor and "elevation" upon mortals.

After the grand residence known as Mansu vanished and disappeared, the dream returned to a state of darkness and disorder. Seeking ascension here has become even more dangerous and unpredictable... Even with thorough preparation and a perfect ritual, one may still perish within.

After a long while, Vivian opened her eyes.

She felt as if she had woken up, but an indescribable sense of unreality lingered around her, impossible to dispel.

"Is this...a dream?"

Vivian cautiously looked around and realized that she was in a chaotic and broken city.

The gray-black smoke, the collapsed walls, the surging evil creatures of the abyss, and the screaming crowds running desperately... Looking at everything happening around her, she frowned slightly, feeling somewhat flustered.

What's happening here?

What just happened? How did I get here?

After a brief moment of recollection, she remembered the last scene in her memory. It seemed... she had fallen asleep in Dr. Fran's psychiatric clinic.

"Is this the 'reward' Dr. Fran was talking about...?"

Thinking of this, Vivian squinted, a hint of resentment rising in her eyes.

However, she didn't pay too much attention to that and quickly focused her attention on the chaotic city before her.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the fallen city of Morion. And the scene before us... is perhaps a 'replay' of that catastrophic history."

Monsters and passersby alike seemed oblivious to Vivian's presence, and they couldn't touch her. Even when they did make contact, they would pass through each other like phantoms.

Based on the information already available, she quickly deduced what had happened.

"Recreating the past, this is probably the effect of the promotion ceremony [Remembering the Shadow of Raven]. But why this part of history... I've never been to the Lost City, so I shouldn't have any connection to it."

Vivian pursed her lips slightly, her expression full of confusion.

She did have some experience with the promotion ceremonies within the Secret Service system.

【Remembering the Shadow of Raven】This spell usually evokes the most vivid and terrifying memories of the past for the recipient. To achieve an upgrade from these memories, one must seek the "perfect" method within this history.

If the object of fear is a person, then killing them is the best option. And to go further... one must devour their corpse and remains after taking their life.

"As expected of Dr. Fran's promotion ceremony, even the format is completely different from usual..."

After letting out a sigh, Vivian tried her best to calm herself down, then walked into the depths of the city towards the fleeing crowd. She wanted to find the source of the chaos in the fallen city before making further plans.

However, she was also somewhat troubled, after all, her combat ability was really worrying... If the enemy was too strong, even if she found the target, she would find it difficult to fight against them.

Moments later, Vivian found the source of Morion's chaos.

It was a person, or rather... a non-human being.

Rich, dark golden spiritual energy clustered and adorned his body in the shape of flower petals, transforming into his magnificent feathered robes. Wherever he stepped, all the chaotic and disordered scenes vanished, and unknown flowers sprouted and bloomed in his footprints.

The mad, monstrous creatures of the abyss became calm and intoxicated, the weary pedestrians entangled with each other regardless of the situation, and the collapsing walls seemed to be endowed with a strange and orderly beauty.

He calmly positioned himself at the center of Morion's chaotic vortex, bestowing upon everything around him a strange "harmony."

In a city on the verge of collapse, the scene before us seems utterly absurd.

He was leisurely and self-assured, exuding nobility and elegance, high above everyone else, and wherever he went, chaos ceased. At first glance, he seemed like a savior who would end this natural disaster... but Vivian knew that he was the culprit behind Morion's downfall.

The Crown Prince of the Gallonson Court, Murphy Don Gallonson.

Everything around him will be forcibly given a certain state of stability, and if anyone tries to attack him or touch him, they will be transformed into dark gold petals at the last moment of touching his body, adorning his robes.

Murphy's gaze was ethereal and distant, fixed on the infinite distance, seemingly unfocused.

A moment later, however, he blinked and looked at Vivian with a serious expression.

"You came……"

With that whisper, Vivian suddenly felt a strong sense of "reality" wash over her. She tried to touch a kneeling pedestrian beside her, and then discovered... she could touch him.

Sure enough, Murphy was the target of his promotion ceremony.

Vivian bit her lip almost imperceptibly, forcibly dispelling the panic in her mind, and began to think of a solution.

Judging from Murphy's tone, he seemed to recognize him. Therefore, his identity in this dream couldn't possibly be "Vivian." But what role would he play in this reenactment of history?

Moreover, she did not sense any power that was not her own, and on her own... it was simply impossible to fight against Murphy, who had become a mythical creature.

Are we going to run away again?

But under the watchful eye of someone approaching the Apostle level, attempting to escape with mortal strength is undoubtedly a pipe dream. The hidden chasm between them cannot be bridged by mere tricks…

Just as Vivian was caught in a dilemma, Fran's voice, half soothing and half comforting, suddenly rang in her ears.

"Don't be nervous, Vivian. This is just history repeating itself. You just need to let your instincts guide you..."

"Dr. Fran?"

Ling looked around, but didn't see the doctor. It was as if the voice she had just heard was just an echo in her mind.

7 Indeed, Fran and Heda were indeed in this dream together with Vivian at this moment.

However, the two could not interfere too much, and could only observe the dream from Vivian's perspective and offer some harmless tips.

In fact, Fran hadn't expected that the Raven's Eye Stone, which had broken off from the Throne of the Judge, would provide information about this history. But it was good, though, as it allowed him to glimpse everything that had happened in Morion.

Let's also take a look at how a royal nobleman who was almost an apostle met his tragic end under the chief hunter's scythe.

Si Vivian lowered her gaze slightly, let out a soft sigh, and then almost uncontrollably raised her hand to lower the brim of her hat.

Suddenly, she found herself wearing a leather French tricorn hat.

"Humph."

“Apostle of Flowers, I will not comment on your actions, nor will I appreciate your art. But according to the commandments of the Mysteries Hunter, I will fulfill my duty and take your head.”

Her voice was calm to the point of being indifferent, yet as cold as the Black Sea's icy tide.

Those chestnut-brown eyes, hidden in the shadows beneath the hat, now resembled those of a lone wolf or eagle, concealing an unwavering, profound sharpness.

Only now did Vivian realize that... in this reenactment of old history, she seemed to be playing a rather unfriendly role.

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soup!

Chapter 116 Raven Incarnation

With the idle talk over, Vivian casually raised her hand, and a scythe forged from pure shadow appeared in her grasp.

At this moment, her body was no longer under her control, but belonged to the infamous chief hunter of the Funeral Court.