The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Just like the servant in the cup who resembles an apostle but can never take shape.

The reason why Melvis had only spread his influence without taking any action before was because his instincts did not detect an existence equal to himself, and therefore he did not feel any threat.

But right now, the frail thing so close to him gave him an incredibly strong sense of crisis.

After swallowing the ancient banyan fruit, the white dragon feathers that had grown on Fran's body due to atavism fell off like snowflakes, scattering lightly on the ground, and the whole thing looked almost like a silken cocoon.

A few breaths later, a pale arm covered in black stitches parted the cocoon.

Fran's former appearance is also fully revealed.

Her soft, long hair cascaded down like a curtain, and beneath the familiar white doctor's coat and the little dress underneath, her figure appeared even taller and more slender. Originally, she was only about Haida's chest, but now she was almost up to her neck, just a step shorter than the nun.

Meanwhile, the black stitches on Fran's neck had quietly disappeared, restoring her fair and flawless complexion.

Such changes are too minor; judging solely from appearance, they seem little different from before. The only difference lies in the physical form, and even in a deeper, more intrinsic "essence" beneath the surface of thought.

"The 'mad' exponential proliferation in my mind has been suppressed. Oh, as expected of me, I have indeed found a more reliable solution than the foolish practice of [intercalation]."

"However, all of this comes at a price..."

Fran tilted his face slightly, his gaze gentle and calm, as if he were conducting a self-examination.

Unlike Heda, the [Shadow of the Future] merely granted her the power of the "Last Funeral Minister" from that despairing historical period, without affecting her spiritual essence. The [Shadow of the Past], however, allowed Fran to reclaim her fragmented, independent former self.

What “completeness” brings is a massive accumulation of wild thoughts, old memories, mysterious knowledge, and the unspeakable secrets about the mist within the door.

Even she needs some time to sort things out and organize her thoughts.

Seeing the doctor's nonchalant expression, a peculiar emotion surfaced in the chaotic and foolish mind of the mutated form that Melvis had transformed into.

Loud, urgent, and fiery... it is anger.

He had dabbled in the sublime, yet simultaneously fallen into the deepest depravity. How could he not feel anger at being met with such near-mocking contempt from a weakling?

Melvis's fragile human body began to swell and crack, and a sharp appendage covered in jet-black armor emerged from his shoulder, then suddenly stabbed at Fran. Even the simplest of movements caused a shift at the level of some fundamental principle.

Wherever the strange limbs passed, illusory ripples appeared on the solid sea rock ground, which were then disintegrated into a turbid liquid.

"An impatient child." (This appears to be a fragment of a sentence or phrase, possibly a fragment from a larger text. A direct translation isn't possible without further context.)

Fran merely raised an eyebrow in response.

She extended her slender, delicate index finger, at which a blazing, twisted plasma instantly coalesced. The next moment, a torrent of chain lightning surged toward Melvis, and the air, under intense ionization, emitted a strange and indescribable aura.

"Peng!"

A loud bang was heard as the current broke down.

Melvis's body suddenly stiffened, and then vein-like black scorch marks spread across his limbs and body.

Fran slightly curled her lips and blew away the wisps of smoke lingering on her fingertips.

"Strange physical properties, unlike inorganic carapaces, are closer to chitin. Hmm... it's a shell species. After all, they worship ancient and mysterious gods, so it's normal for the Abyss Well, as a prototype of mutation, to have similarities from the same source."

"Are you puzzled? You're already close to becoming an incarnation of the principles, possessing the spiritual qualities of the deeper realms, so why are you still being burned by the electric currents of the material world?"

She did not continue to operate the plasma, but simply put her hands behind her back, lowered her eyelashes, and asked a question.

"Ho..."

Melvis, or rather, the mutated being that could no longer be called Melvis, merely let out a low, wary growl upon hearing this. His intelligence had probably been completely corrupted, reduced to fragmented primal instincts.

"Can't answer?"

Fran shook his head, slightly bored, staring at the other man's eyes, which held a strange, unreadable light.

It was an undisguised, blatant, even contemptuous... pity.

"How pathetic are defective and substandard products."

Her tone was gentle and slow, without the slightest hint of madness.

Even knowing that Melvis could no longer understand her language, she still calmly began to explain.

"Because I am now using 'psychic energy.' Compared to most forms of material energy, it is close to the manifestation of the concept of entropy in the real world. Originating from chaos, derived from disorder, its very existence is a distortion and erosion of the laws of nature."

"Plasma, ethereal fire, crystals, fluids... their forms are not fixed, and everything I show is just one manifestation of them."

As he spoke, Fran teasingly manipulated the ethereal, rippling pure psychic energy in his hand.

They burned like flames at times, flashed like lightning at others, and solidified into shattered, translucent prisms at still others.

Melvis couldn't understand what the doctor was doing at that moment, but instinctively felt a chill that went deep into his bones.

Although she displayed an almost detached rationality, she seemed to be closer to madness than those narrow-minded people of the old days.

As a prototype of alienation, the sublime holy heir possessing divinity, he actually felt fear at this moment.

Fran continued fiddling with his braids, seemingly no longer paying attention to Melvis.

"Speaking of which, time seems to be running out. While there's still some spare time, I need to leave some gifts for my 'future' self."

Before she finished speaking, a swirling mist surged and burst forth around her, transforming into a vast gray sea that enveloped the entire Bone Stone Sanctuary.

"Open the 'Fog Within the Door' management module and access the administrator's permissions."

As Fran gave the order, the surrounding greyish-white mist seemed to come alive, adorning the sides of her doctor's gown like a classically styled robe.

"Check module integrity and display status quantification table."

[Dear Dr. Fran, welcome to the 'Fog in the Door' medical module. Your request has been received; your status table will be retrieved shortly.]

Fran Herschel

[Gender: Late Homo sapiens, female]

Age: Not entered

【遭到隐藏折叠的技术：准则缝制（73%），隐秘博识（91%），亚蒐Ｓoｕ:…、〕『＋镏』〉毶4？4空抽取（51%）。】

[Hidden talents: 'Shisemmi Scholar', 'Mist Key'.]

[Your personality structure integrity: 100% (tentative), actual state: 33%. Module completeness is consistent with your current state. Should we initiate a completion therapy program for you in future annual visits?]

"Yes."

Fran agreed to the request.

This instruction will affect the content of her subsequent outpatient visits to some extent, but it will also gradually repair the aftereffects of her personality split, as well as the defects and hidden dangers that currently exist in the Fog in the Door module.

"Phew~ Done."

Fran took a deep breath and then raised his eyes slightly, turning his gaze to Melvis.

"Although you are just a defective product, as the only prototype test subject, you do have considerable value. Please forgive me, in the few remaining moments we have alone together... I may be a little rough."

"If you're willing to be a good boy, we can save each other a lot of time that wouldn't otherwise be wasted."

She was speaking, her lips opening and closing several times, her eyes remaining fixed on the listener.

But neither her demeanor nor her tone conveyed the slightest hint of "communication," as if she were immersed in her own independent emotions, completely cut off from external feedback. All her words were merely self-talk.

Clearly, Melvis was not going to sit idly by and wait to die.

For most people, "a cornered beast will fight" is merely a description of a difficult and predicament at a certain moment, but for him, it is the most apt description.

"despair."

But before he could react, Fran had already taken a step forward.

The cracks in the ground of the Bonestone Sanctuary were then filled with flashing pale plasma, which struck Melvis in the blink of an eye before his mind could even process it, and then burst out in a violent chain.

The plasma, carrying ultra-high voltage, burrowed into the mutated embryo's body like a snake, and then transformed into a dim, burning spiritual flame, igniting an explosive combustion from the inside out.

These illusory objects, capable of distorting reality, constantly change form, like rubber toys casually molded in the hands of this doctor.

In the end, Fran manipulated the wisps of dust formed from psionic energy, condensing them into fifteen sharp, shattered prisms of spiritual bone that pinned Melvis to the ground, rendering him immobile.

The whole process was so smooth it was almost pleasant; the doctor was only moving his fingertips the entire time.

Now, Melvis is firmly fixed in place by the skeletal prism, like a specimen awaiting processing with a needle inserted into its joint.

His extremely tough carapace and skin had been peeled away earlier, revealing the crimson contents inside. And within these huge, hideous wounds, countless black worms were struggling and writhing, approaching madness.

"Consuming the corpse of Sichen will inevitably lead to contamination. Even if the Listeners of the Tide rise to higher levels as planned, they will ultimately be unable to escape being devoured."

"Therefore, I will end your endless suffering and despair. Do not be afraid, do not be alarmed, you will find your own peace."

As he spoke, Fran took out the rose-colored spirit bone scalpel and began this grand live dissection with his rigorous and meticulous techniques.

His movements were precise, swift, rhythmic, and almost elegant... like a conductor wielding a baton alone, immersed in a silent sonata.

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Chapter 196 The Suanni on the Sword Throne

A question.

If a piece of flesh is cut off from a body whose skin has been peeled off, will the remaining contents increase or decrease?

For Fran, who was dissecting the nascent form of the abyss, the amount of material he needed to cut with each stroke of his scalpel did not decrease in the slightest; on the contrary, it expanded and increased at an astonishing rate.

Melvis was barely maintaining his human form at this moment; his essence had been assimilated, tainted, and taken over by the great corpse he had swallowed.

The process of severing the body's shell disrupts this already unstable balance, allowing the suppressed essence within to be released in a burst of energy.

[“嚓-search”]：酒∴∩樲肆〕伞叁×-鵡”

The moment the translucent, gleaming willow-leaf scalpel made contact with the peritoneum beneath the skin, countless malignant, proliferating growths surged forth from it.

The curled arms of octopuses, the spine with ribs of sea snakes, and the skull of aquatic mammals with mammalian features...

They intertwined and merged, forming a bizarre and nauseating tree-like network, accompanied by a massive amount of viscous, blood- and pus-like fluid. Fan-shaped fish fin bones adorned it, lush and vigorous, like blooming ginkgo branches and leaves.

"After being drained by the newly appointed Sichen, stripped of everything, and turned into an undeniable corpse, it still retains an astonishing 'vitality'."

"...How magnificent, yet how ugly."

Fran seemed indifferent to everything that was happening.

The rapture in her amber eyes grew stronger, and she was completely absorbed in every change of the nascent Abyss. Even as her cheeks and arms were stained with black, putrid blood, and the surging creatures nearly filled the entire Bone Stone Sanctuary, she continued to bring down her blade with precision and swiftness.

There was no pause.

Enjoyment. The doctor genuinely enjoyed the entire process, personally dismantling the magnificent colossus towering into the sky, freely exploring and touching the forbidden mysteries hidden beneath the bones—what a wonderful experience…

She had no intention of considering the potential consequences.

Or perhaps... they don't care.

A constantly expanding, growing, and changing corpse presents a daunting challenge to every coroner dedicated to autopsy work.

Fran, however, found joy in it all; every moment was so pleasant and wonderful for her, something to savor and reminisce over.

The corpse formed from the material shell of the Abyss 2 was so large that even a single internal chamber was enough to constitute a magnificent and spacious Bone Stone Sanctuary. Yet, Melvis was able to use the [Feast of the Unseen] to crush and swallow it, storing it within his small humanoid body…

If we were to use an analogy, the nascent well that is currently being dissected is like a compressed data package.

He used the first type of ritual to absorb the entire deity's corpse, including the forbidden mystical knowledge it contained, into his own body. What Fran is doing now is equivalent to "decompression," intending to release the contents that have been compressed and bound to the extreme, allowing them to return to their original form.

Sticky, putrid blood trickled and slowly seeped up to Fran's ankles, soaking her shoes, socks, and the long hem of her doctor's coat.

However, the accumulation of blood showed no sign of stopping; the pungent filth visibly rose above the doctor's calves and even her waist. Yet she remained completely unconcerned, maintaining an almost extreme level of focus.

The process of peeling away flesh and blood is filled with intoxicating pleasure, and the continuous proliferation of the object to be dissected in one's hands indicates that this wonderful pleasure will not end easily. Now, it remains to be seen whether this burning desire will be worn down first, or whether the proliferation of the well-deep limbs will become unsustainable.

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Outside the Bone Stone Sanctuary, the ancestral changes on Haida and Xitia have ceased, seemingly because the current influence of the Abyss Well prototype is limited.

The purge of the Star Abyss Society by the Exorcists and the Funeral Court is nearing its end. Few of the Tide Listeners remain who stubbornly resist. There may be some who have slipped through the net and are hiding in the corners of the deep areas, but they can no longer be considered a threat.

"Phew... The workload at the funeral home is just as heavy as it was back then. Running around like this, my old bones are about to fall apart."

"What a life of toil," Zoparos stroked his beard and let out a deep breath.

That being said, he still seemed energetic and vigorous, with no trace of fatigue on his face.

Although he is a renowned scholar of esoteric arts, he was also a hunter of unorthodox paths in his early years. Through years of fieldwork, even as his body inevitably aged, he still possessed superhuman physical abilities.

Of course, neither their energy nor their physical strength can compare to those of the active Funeral Court hunters.

"Master Zoparos, how is the clearing operation on the outskirts progressing?"