The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Heda pierced through the golden-red flames and helped Fran, who seemed unsteady on her feet, to her feet. Her body was burning hot; even through her clothes, one could feel the tangible heat.

"Dr. Fran, how are you?"

Fran rubbed his forehead, the corners of his lips curving upwards and then flattening, as if he were trying hard to suppress a smile. $4‰≠

"Don't come near me, my dear Heda, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist tearing you apart. You are beautiful and delicious now, and every contraction of your muscles is like the mystery of life telling me its secrets."

"call……"

She stood up slowly, panting, her amber eyes burning with a chaotic, frenzied fire.

"Take this." With that, an exquisite wooden incense box was tossed into Haida's hands.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the body of the decaying, wicked, and towering figure had completely solidified. He slowly and heavily reached out and touched the windowsill of the Dean's office.

The image of the skeletal colossus began to overlap with memories of the Great Plague.

……

The lysozyme filaments drift in the air like willow fluff, omnipresent as far as the eye can see.

Although the descent of the Degenerate Crown was merely an incarnation, it was by no means something that any individual human could stop.

Even though Viola used her life as fuel to drive the "Cleansing and Purification" process, the hemispherical flame flickered like a candle flame and could be extinguished at any moment.

But before that, with each step the colossal statue took forward, its body, composed of lysed bacteria and bones, would disintegrate a little more.

The medical officer set the particles to be driven away as... a shower of lysozyme dust.

Spore dust is not only the vessel of the spirit, but also the main constituent substance of His physical body. If His form could be dispersed, there might be a chance to banish Him back into nothingness.

But Viola's body and psychic awareness were clearly nearing their limits.

Her breathing grew weaker and weaker, and the embers on her body slowly dissipated. Crimson blood oozed from the corners of her eyes and ears, leaving two tear streaks on her cheeks.

The signs of a breakdown in her psyche were manifesting in her body in the most intense way.

"How long can I hold Him off? Enough for my colleagues and survivors to evacuate?"

Viola's eyes and ears were filled with blood, completely blocking her perception of the outside world. She only felt herself in the stillness of darkness.

Fear? Yes, there is some. Who isn't afraid of the cold, silent death?

Confused? Indeed, the teacher said she was going to do an important separation experiment before leaving. What exactly was she doing?

Is it a pity? Somewhat... that guy Yaheng didn't even give her a proper wedding.

Soon, she could no longer feel the touch of the wind on her face, as the enormous, mountain-like body of the Degenerate Demon had completely swallowed up the domain that dispelled dust and impurities.

The light went out.

Just then, an elderly figure dressed in a gray robe, leaning on a hardwood cane, slowly approached the dilapidated giant statue that was constantly repairing itself.

"The ultimate mission of a species is always to continue."

"Sometimes, it even requires individuals to overcome their survival instinct and throw themselves into death... I just never expected that she, so young, would give her life before this old man like me."

Grantham let out a long sigh, wanting to take out his briar pipe for a puff, but realized he hadn't brought it.

"Only by luring away those silly kids in the academy who are full of ideals can I get back... After all, if only the old captain is left to die on the ship, that's enough."

He stroked his gray beard, a sly glint in his aged eyes. It was as if he had returned to his wild and unruly youth.

After completely engulfing Viola, the skeletal colossus wearing a crown of living corpses continued its advance.

The old man noticed Grantham's appearance but made no further move, as if the old man were merely a tiny ant at his feet.

He was not surprised by this, and simply unfolded the ritual array inscribed on his body one by one.

It was a first-class ritual consisting of three stacked white cups, each containing profound taboo knowledge that touched upon the secrets of thought and reality.

"Hyperthymesia." Expanding one's mind and exploring the limits of human thought.

"【Constructing a Dream Realm】." This involves building a dream world using one's own spirit, establishing a connection with the depths of the dream realm. (Yue)

"【Mysterious Staircase】." Briefly granting one's will the ability to distort reality. F

Although the theory is still imperfect, it's barely usable. If the ritual fails, then let it self-destruct; at least it'll have some power...e

While performing three Category I rituals simultaneously, Grantham still had the energy to laugh at himself.

"I will expand the boundless realm of thought, I will depict the deepest, lightless dreams, and I will, in human form, recreate the scenes from those dreams in reality."

"Silence is the highest form of contempt... Now, pay the price for it."

The dream transformed into a thin, ethereal veil, enveloping the entire block and even covering the decaying, crowned body. Then…

He disappeared. (5)

Grantham, through distorting reality, accomplished a "dream entry" targeting the gods. (Strange)

The great pioneer cannot touch reality, for He slumbers in the deepest recesses of the sea of ​​dreams.

...Only by placing the corrupt and wicked crown into His dream can the two coexist in the same dimension.

This is a preliminary result of Grantham's "final research," and it is extremely unstable. It can only induce dreams in individuals. If he can complete it, he can truly free the Pure White Cup from the shackles of dreams and allow it to touch reality again.

The tentative name for this ceremony is "The Dream of Cherns".

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The dream, as delicate as a veil, gradually dissipated, and Grantham also developed symptoms of bloody tears.

Even with hyperthymesia expanding the limits of his memory and thinking, his mind was on the verge of collapse due to the massive amount of information exchange.

It's like a server that's reached its limit.

He knelt on the ground, trying his best to maintain the ritual formation.

In an instant, the decaying crown tore through the dream and reappeared, while Grantham collapsed to the ground.

Most of the pale white and dark green lysozyme on His body had peeled away, and the crown made of living remains was almost completely shattered, utterly losing the majesty of a divine incarnation. He had become like a pure mountain of corpses and evil creatures.

Although the white cup is deep in slumber, suppressing an avatar is clearly a piece of cake.

But to kill it... we need more time. No one knows what happened in the dream. Perhaps we're just a little short.

"When old men get things done, they're prone to failing at the last minute..."

Grantham sighed softly, preparing to face his fate. Like Viola in her final moments, his sight and hearing had completely vanished.

A cool, damp breeze rose to the tip of his nose, like the mist at dawn.

As the pale mist rolled in, Fran's figure gradually came into view.

She looked at the bacteria that had infected the entire city, and the towering mountain of corpses before her, her amber eyes filled with a sense of confusion and despair.

That was an expression I had never seen before.

If it weren't for the dazzling, cleansing light illuminating "Foggy Street," Fran might have needed several more months to fully wake up.

"No, the experiment on splitting oneself only lasted two years. How could the plague have happened during that time, no..."

“That light… it’s Viola. Where is she? I have to bring her back…”

Although it was a question, she had already fixed her gaze on the broken, skeletal giant statue.

At that moment, memories of the past and the rain-soaked scene of the Silent Hill overlapped.

The decaying crown, severely damaged by the Dream of Cherns, was restored to its original state, and the confusion in Fran's eyes disappeared, replaced by a smoldering, golden-red flame of madness.

"A few corpses and a few specks of bacteria, and they dare to call themselves kings and crowned?"

The former "Flamemer" paid a huge price to separate himself from and suppress the madness that was increasingly eroding his humanity.

Technology, memory, and power… and during the Great Plague, in order to fight against the divine avatar that had taken her apprentice, she was forced to reclaim them. To the point that she was completely consumed by madness.

Perhaps this is fate's cruel joke.

"The universe is rational."

Fran's voice echoed softly.

"Everything absurd, absurd, and obscure has its traces. I will uncover the secrets hidden behind your agnosticism and dismantle you..."

Amidst the gray-white mist, the "Holy Shield Armor" power armor, which had been resting quietly in the collection room, suddenly crashed onto the skeletal colossus. Its armor was decorated with swords and shields, books, and skulls...

It doesn't seem like an empty shell relying on "autonomous combat procedures" to operate; rather, it resembles a true Grey Knight arbitrator.

Wielding a standard-issue halberd, it ferociously and fearlessly tore apart the body of the behemoth before it. Even as bacteria burrowed into the armor and the joints gradually slowed, it did not stop for a moment.

But for this avatar, the armor was far too small, and any damage it caused would heal extremely quickly.

At that moment, Fran moved.

She moved swiftly and lightly, stepping into the colossal skeletal statue through the tear in the gray knight's armor.

The raging fire exploded upon contact with the lysed bacteria, sending up a golden-red pillar of flame from the inside out.

Haida kept her eyes tightly shut, refusing to witness this clash that could shatter her intellect. She knew all too well that rushing forward would only be suicide.

She opened the exquisite sachet, and as the golden balm touched her fingertips, the slightly bitter fragrance of fallen leaves filled the air.

4. Ivani, clad in white wolf armor, then emerged from the golden runes.

"Dr. Fran is hunting an incredible behemoth. The laws of your world may be stable, but they also seem far from peaceful..."

2 She looked at the mountain-like, bloated and enormous body and sighed.

4. "Wait a minute..."

San Evangeline's expression turned somewhat strange for a moment, but it was not clearly visible under her visor.

Part 3: "The boundaries between spirit and matter are blurred, and the present and the past are simultaneously manifesting... This is a special 'otherworld' constructed from mental images."

In a short time, she noticed something amiss in the strange way the law was operating.

"Teacher Haida, I said last time that I would bring a gift. Although now seems like the wrong time, please accept it anyway."

As she spoke, Ivani handed two small Dettol chalice bottles to Heda, one red and one blue.

"You can drink some blue medicine first, which can restore damaged spiritual awareness."

After giving a few instructions, Ivani took out a white spiral-shaped "Greatsword for Hunting Gods" and pointed it at the colossus in front of her.

Ominous black flames rose from the blade, slicing a massive dividing line across the skeletal remains. Then, like a persistent, insidious infection, they festered and burned fiercely.

"Although under the 'transcending boundary effect,' I can unleash power strong enough to harm a god, I can only sustain one strike."

"If there is still danger later, draw the summoning rune again."

"Don't skimp on things, don't leave any regrets... Take care."

Ivani's figure transformed into golden wisps of fallen leaves, drifting away in the wind. Haida, after drinking the bottle of blue dew, opened her gray-chestnut eyes.

Through the massive gash scorched open by black flames, she saw Fran moving effortlessly inside the towering mountain of corpses, the tangled, frantic arms of the corpses completely unable to touch him.

Twenty years ago, she sacrificed one of her talents along with "madness"... known as the "Legendary Phantom Thief".

Its effects are self-evident; the word "steal" suffices to describe them.

Even after Fran lost this talent, he was still able to steal small items from those around him silently using only muscle memory.

Finally, the rotten crown felt anger, and the lysozyme on its body began to multiply exponentially.

As a result, Fran could no longer remain spotless, and dark green bacteriolytic stains appeared on his robes and skin.

Just as she was about to be swallowed up by the package... she finally reached the place she wanted, the summit of Corpse Mountain.

Fran extended his hand and touched His crown, which was made of living corpses.

"...Your crown no longer belongs to you."

The moment the "Legendary Phantom Thief" was activated, the Living Corpse Crown disintegrated and scattered, and Viola's figure was among them.

But it was just an empty shell; her soul had long since vanished. Was it consumed by that magnificent crown, or was it completely consumed in the first type of secret technique?

Even Fran was unaware. All she could do was reach out and embrace Viola, who seemed to be asleep.

The body, composed of bones and living remains, collapsed to the ground, and she fell with it. The lifeless lysins then transformed into a fungal carpet, enveloping the two of them.

The dust has settled.

On the street, a deep green carpet of fungus slowly unfolded, revealing the figures of two people. Fran slowly put his student down, his ever-precise and steady hands trembling slightly.

“Viola, your teacher kept his promise... I brought you back.”

Step, step, step.