chsdbacks Chapter 668 Fusion Technology and Tremendous Change
Chapter 668 Fusion Technology and Tremendous Change
Chapter 668 Fusion Technology and Tremendous Change
The operating lights on the operating table went out.
Eric opened his eyes and saw a silver-white ceiling, the intricate runes slowly dimming in the lingering light.
He lay there for a few seconds, then sat up, looked down at his hands, and felt that they were no different from before the surgery.
He clenched his fist, then relaxed it, and moved his wrists and shoulders to make sure he felt nothing unusual.
I even felt a little hungry.
"It seems like... nothing has changed." He touched his chest, the core node of the fifth seal, where the skin was smooth, without any bumps or scars.
Jemin stood beside the worktable, tidying up the surgical instruments.
"There were already four anomalies within you," Jemin's voice came from the direction of the worktable, his pace steady. "Flesh, soul, life force, and mind—these are the four you're most familiar with. You used them quite skillfully in the first two rounds when treating patients. Flesh mutation allows you to perceive and repair physical wounds, and soul resonance allows you to touch and mend the cracks in the soul. You used the anomalies of life force and mind less, but you've mastered the basics."
Eric nodded.
Flesh and blood distortion and soul resonance are his signature skills as the attending physician of "Noren Clinic".
Without these two oddities, he wouldn't have been able to gain a foothold in the association's medical team.
"Now, the fifth anomaly is sealed within you." Jemin put down the instrument in his hand, turned around and looked at him. "It's specifically designed to coordinate the four anomalies."
He walked to the operating table, took a palm-sized mirror from the shelf, and handed it to Eric.
Eric took the mirror and finally discovered the differences in himself.
His eyes looked deeper, the color of his pupils had changed from light gray to dark gray, and the whites of his eyes had a faint, almost invisible, dark gold sheen.
“Its name doesn’t matter,” Jemin said. “What matters is its characteristic: orchestration. It’s not the strongest, not even the second strongest. Without it, the four weirdos within you can function on their own. But they will clash, like four musicians with their own ideas playing together without a conductor. The rhythm will be chaotic, the pitch will be off, and over time, your soul will be torn apart by the disharmony between them.”
"And with it, the four monsters can work like a team. But this thing isn't a commander; it's just—a mediator. You need to be careful about that."
Jemin took the mirror from Eric's hand, put it back on the shelf, then leaned against the operating table, crossed his arms, and looked at him calmly.
"Your strange seal is now complete. Each has its function. The rest depends on your own development and application of these strange abilities. You need to learn to understand, integrate, and recreate the strange power within you. Treat those five strange powers within you as paints, and paint them yourself, instead of letting them scribble randomly on the canvas."
Eric jumped off the operating table, his knees bending slightly as he landed, to feel his weight and balance.
Everything is normal, even better than normal.
He felt as if he had just had a good night's sleep, full of energy, light in the body, and with every joint moving freely.
"Teacher," he looked up at Jemin, "an ordinary psychic would never seal five strange entities within themselves, would they? That would be tantamount to suicide."
Jemin glanced at him.
That look was calm, but Eric felt immense pressure from it. Jemin didn't speak, he just hummed softly.
The soft hum echoed clearly in the quiet underground laboratory, like a glass bead falling onto a metal table, its lingering sound carrying an undisguised, even deliberate, mockery.
Realizing he had asked a stupid question, Eric obediently shut his mouth.
He climbed back onto the operating table, sat cross-legged on it, placed his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and began to use his consciousness to sense the five strange entities within his body.
They were like five stars of different colors, suspended deep within his soul, each radiating energy fluctuations of different frequencies.
Eric took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
He understood his teacher's thoughts.
After all, Jemin had been gradually instilling this idea in him for several years.
Through those increasingly in-depth and bizarre theoretical lessons, and through those research topics that got closer and closer to the essence of things, he also understood what he was here for.
The technology that allows humans and the supernatural to blend perfectly is far more difficult than Jemin initially anticipated.
It's not because the supernatural is too difficult to control, but because the human soul is too fragile.
No matter how well controlled, once the supernatural collides with the human soul, the human soul will inevitably be assimilated by the supernatural over time.
Of course, complete isolation can naturally avoid this problem.
But it would be completely meaningless to completely separate the human soul from the supernatural.
Therefore, to accomplish this technology, one must first change the soul of an ordinary person.
After studying all the materials left by the professor, Jemin came to the conclusion that the professor's direction was correct, but the path was wrong.
The professor has been trying to improve the "compatibility" between the supernatural and humans by modifying the seal structure, adjusting the energy frequency, and optimizing the fusion process.
But this path has its limits, and the professor has already reached the end of that path.
So Jemin chose a completely different path.
He decided to combine his discovery of the bizarre fusion theory with the technical aspects of sealing.
Let the strange things adapt to each other first, forming a stable, self-consistent, and self-regulating system, and then integrate this system as a whole into the human soul.
Eric was the first "experiment" with this idea.
From tens of thousands of bizarre samples, Jemin specifically selected three types of bizarre phenomena related to the three elements of spirit, energy, and vitality, and also selected two additional bizarre phenomena related to the mind and coordination abilities.
To ensure the success of the experiment, Jemin deliberately chose the lowest level of danger-level anomaly, and even among danger-level anomalies, the weakest of them all.
Based on essence, energy, and spirit, guided by the mind, and with coordination as the "adhesive," the resulting strangeness and compatibility with the human soul will become extremely high!
Ultimately, Jemin's idea worked well.
Eric became the doctor he is today not only because of his talent and diligence, but also because of the five strange things inside him.
In particular, the flesh distortion and the bizarre soul resonance have, through daily use, merged with him to a depth far exceeding that of ordinary psychics.
"Teacher," Eric opened his eyes, his expression serious, "I think I understand. Once I can fully control these five strange entities, skillfully utilize their abilities, and make them cooperate and merge with each other—"
At that time, my own life form will also be able to transform.
He paused, then lowered his voice: "I will be the first human to perfectly integrate with the supernatural."
Jemin shook his head: "That's true in theory. But you know the difference between theory and practice."
"Moreover—even if you succeed, it only means you are a special case. If you really want to achieve a perfect fusion of humanity and the supernatural, there are still many steps to go."
After thinking for a moment, Jemin added, "However, once you have truly completed the transformation of your life form, it would be much simpler to extract the strange power from you and fuse it with other humans, based on you."
"Without considering the strength of the power obtained after fusion and the limitations of the sample size, the strange power extracted based on yourself should be the most suitable material to complete the fusion project between humans and strange entities."
Eric fell silent. In the atmosphere, a question suddenly came to mind, a question that had nothing to do with serious academic discussion.
Then his mouth opened before his brain could process it: "Teacher, speaking of which—ever since I mastered that bizarre flesh-and-blood mutation, my appearance hasn't changed much. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I feel like I'm no different from myself five years ago. Will I remain the same as you, with my appearance unchanged?"
He looked at Jemin's face, which was exactly the same as it had been ten years ago; time had left no trace on it.
Jemin glanced at him, the mockery in his eyes even deeper than his earlier snort.
"This shows your lack of control over the bizarre mutations of your flesh and blood, and your insufficient knowledge of the related aspects." Jemin's tone remained unhurried. "Otherwise, you could completely manipulate your flesh and blood, freely changing its form. Not just appearance, but height, body type, skin color, hair color, even sex—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Jemin's expression suddenly changed.
His pupils contracted for a moment, then suddenly dilated, and a dark golden light exploded deep within them.
Without any thought, his body leaped up and smashed through the ceiling of the underground laboratory.
The silvery-white metal plate tore like paper above his head, and fragments of concrete and brick flew to both sides along his ascent path.
He transformed into a streak of light, rushing from the underground to the first floor of the bookstore, crashing through the bookstore's roof, and soaring into the hazy sky.
Eric paused for a moment, then instinctively followed.
His body reacted faster than his brain.
The grotesque mutation of his flesh and blood caused him to operate at full power in that instant, pushing the strength of his muscles and bones to their limit within a fraction of a second.
With his legs slightly bent, he pushed off the ground with a bang, like an arrow released from a bow, rushing upwards along the path that Jemin had smashed open.
Gravel and dust hit his face, but his skin hardened automatically, blocking all the impact.
As he ascended, he stretched his hands forward and grabbed the edge of the hole in the bookstore's roof. With a flip, he landed steadily on the roof ridge.
Jemin hovered about fifty meters above the bookstore, his robes fluttering in the wind.
His head was tilted back, his gaze fixed on the sky.
Eric followed his gaze, and his expression also turned grim.
Because the sky has changed.
The sky over Chongqing is never blue.
For decades, except for the day it was blasted open by Jemin's punch, it was always gray and white, whether it was sunny or cloudy.
Eric and the residents of the foggy city had long been accustomed to that grayness, just as they were to breathing and heartbeat.
But now, the gray has disappeared.
Instead, it was replaced by an extremely strange, unnatural dark purple.
The even distribution of this dark purple color is unlike anything that could be naturally formed; it's more like someone has covered the entire sky with a giant purple canvas.
The purple color was interspersed with fine black lines that were slowly wriggling, and at first glance they looked like the blood vessels of some kind of giant creature.
"This is—" Eric's voice was a little hoarse.
He stared at the dark purple sky, feeling as if he were looking at something that shouldn't exist in this world.
Jemin hovered in the air, without landing.
His gaze shifted from the sky to the ordinary people walking on the street.
The bakery owner was wiping the counter at the entrance, her movements as slow and leisurely as usual.
Two children chased each other in the alley, their laughter clear and cheerful.
A man in a gray coat walked across the cobblestone path, carrying a cloth bag in his hand and with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Apart from a few people who were attracted by the sound of Jemin breaking down the room, the vast majority of the remaining residents seemed perfectly normal, and no one reacted to the color of the sky.
This means they couldn't see the strange changes in the sky.
In other words, only highly perceptive individuals, such as psychics or wizards, can detect this change.
"Teacher," Eric heard his own voice squeeze out of his throat, hoarse and unlike his own, "what is this?"
Jemin did not answer.
He hovered in the air, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he had sensed something.