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Chapter 88 The four brief words twisted into unnameable syllables inside Theodore's buzzing mind — as if his language faculties had regressed to those of a newborn infant. He could no longer distinguish the boundary between terror and elation. Bodily instinct urged him to react. On one side of his neck, a coin-sized black hole appeared on the pale, purpling skin. The black hole instantly excised the wound — blood immediately gushed from his neck! Theodore clutched the bleeding wound. Blood seeped between his five fingers, rapidly staining his shoulder red. The blood loss was staggering. But he knew — if he hadn't done this, or hesitated a moment longer, the deadly venom would have killed him instantly. The lethal toxin and severe hemorrhaging didn't immediately claim Theodore's life. He dropped to one knee as a black hole with a full two-meter radius deployed instantly beneath him. A terrifyingly deathly aura swallowed the surrounding space. Even the air was bei...

Chapter 182 Fire Seed A layer of white snow had settled on the surface of the Red House. The surveillance feed went still—their monitoring equipment showed that the Contamination Zone had been purified. The man in the duck-tongue cap was named Ye Fei. His taut nerves finally loosened. "It's finally over." This job was exhausting. Zhu Ning owed him overtime pay. After he spoke, he noticed the silence beside him. "Shen-jie?" Ye Fei turned his head. She'd been quiet the whole time, lost in thought. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Hey, Shen Xingqiao? Wake up." Shen Xingqiao snapped out of it and swatted his hand away irritably. "Stop being annoying." Ye Fei asked, "What are you thinking about?" Shen Xingqiao reached for a cigarette, only to find she was long out. She said flatly, "She knows the truth now." Ye Fei let out an "oh." "Are you worried she'll come settle the sco...

  Chapter 89: The Rotting Garden 07 Lucita opened the book. On the inside cover was a circular frame of text entwined with vines. Both the fragile, yellowed pages and the old-fashioned floral lettering testified to the book's great age.  The frontispiece bore a black-and-white portrait, a face that felt familiar the moment she saw it, just like the author's name.  She searched through distant memories connected to herself and recalled who this person was. The clockmaker of the former dynasty, once trapped in a frozen moment of time: Valentina. Temporal magic, the third-level subdivision of the research-magic branch within space-time magic, had appeared only once in history: in the genius who founded it, Blanche. After that, no one ever touched its threshold again. So much so that many considered it nothing more than a legend and refused to acknowledge it as a legitimate branch of research magic.  Lucita had once pored through an immense collection of research-magic t...

Chapter 87 The shrieking sound shook people to the point of nearly vomiting their organs — a soul-chasing, life-claiming curse. Just as everyone was retreating in dizzy confusion, the underground factory suddenly went quiet. So quiet it felt as though something far more lethal was lying in wait. The sound had stopped. Its echo seemed to linger still. No one dared remain inside the underground structure. From the tunnels all the way past the iron gates and outside, only when they breathed fresh air did their brains feel alive again. Someone clutched their pounding chest and cursed bitterly — they hadn't even seen the monster's face and nearly lost their lives! Merely hearing its voice triggered violent physical reactions. Approaching it under these conditions was practically throwing yourself into Death's embrace! Outside the cave, the sky had darkened. Everyone stared at the half-open heavy iron gate — the darkness within had grown even thicker. In the deepest reache...

Chapter 181 Another Self (End) Inside the Red House. Zhu Ning was ice-cold all over, her body covered by Li Xin's. She held the same position for a long time, as though she'd lost all sense of time in an instant. Stars shifted, ages passed—she felt as if she'd been lying here for ten thousand years. Li Xin's corpse had lost all warmth, decomposing like a melting wax figure into soft, rotting flesh draped over Zhu Ning. The spider silk in the corridor dissolved. The spider-humans inside the walls melted and decayed. The Contamination Zone they'd constructed collapsed entirely. Blood-red Contamination Spores crystallized out, instantly sweeping through the entire interior of the Red House. The Contamination Spores were reflected in Zhu Ning's pupils, like gazing at a blood-red starry sky. As Zhu Ning's pupils lost focus, something was flowing out from the back of her neck. The Xenomorph normally clung to her spine, wrapped around every bone. ...