Chapter 629: Now You Should Remember |
Doctor 315’s gaze was already hollow.
Staring at the figure that had reappeared before him, never in his life had he felt such helplessness as he did in this moment.
Lynn slowly carried his blade over his shoulder and said, “You’ve seen it too, Doctor. From start to finish, I never really launched any meaningful offensive against you. It was entirely because you were too careless yourself. Now your consciousness can no longer control the Leviathan at all, can it? In other words, you’re all alone now.”
Step by step.
Step by step!
Through constant, meticulous calculation, he had bit by bit stripped away and weakened his control over the Leviathan.
That was right—just as he had said, he had never mounted any real attack against him. But whether it was the backlash of the puppets or that book of instant death, he had already dug the pits along his inevitable path, waiting for him to fall into them.
But he really couldn’t figure it out.
How had he done it?!
But actually, he should have noticed it long ago. When he had sent away that evil ghost and the mechanical construct beside him, he should have realized that he must have had some plan in mind. Yet he never connected it to the idea that this was Lynn’s advance preparation to keep the book of instant death from harming his teammates.
If he had known earlier.
He would have used this killing move the very first moment he was attacked!
“You… monster!”
His eyes bulged with rage, bloodshot as he stared at Lynn approaching him step by step.
He had no more cards left to play.
Or rather.
Under the effect of this binding curse, many of his trump cards and methods had become useless.
Constant binding and restriction, constant encroachment and weakening, had turned him into a tiger trapped in an iron cage—armed with sharp claws, yet infuriatingly unable to launch any countermeasure.
Lynn walked slowly to stand before him. His face still wore that professional smile, without any mockery or arrogance, and even carried a hint of warmth. But he knew—that was the smile of someone who had everything under control. It was the smile of an executioner!
He crouched down in front of him and said slowly, “Doctor, I’ve always told others I’m a good person, but I’m really not. Especially when dealing with people like you, I don’t mind actually turning myself into an evil ghost.”
Lynn’s blade pressed slowly against his neck, then slid downward slightly, and pitch-black, crimson blood immediately oozed from the thin wound.
“You say you don’t remember her.”
“You say you don’t remember failed experiments. So now I’m asking you—did you really forget?”
Outside the gate of the First Chamber.
Miaomiao, her eyes bloodshot, clenched her fists tightly and walked in step by step.
Doctor 315’s pupils contracted. His face pale, he also gripped his hands tightly, and upon seeing that cat-eared girl, he finally understood the true purpose of his visit.
“This is the real reason you came to find me, isn’t it?!”
Lynn said slowly, “That’s right.”
“If I wanted to deal with you and the Flesh and Blood Cult, I wouldn’t need to come here and take this risk with you. I have three Root-level family members on their way here right now. I could have just gone to them and easily suppressed you.”
“But your arrogance is something I simply can’t tolerate. The pain you inflicted on that child—you could describe it so casually. Since that’s the case, I don’t mind making you repeat what you said back then, right in front of her.”
Lynn’s blade, at an excruciatingly slow speed, gradually pierced into his ribs.
Pain!
An unprecedented, enormous sensation of pain!
It was a torment a thousand times more agonizing than having one’s flesh and blood cut!
“I don’t know her!” Doctor 315 gritted his teeth, enduring the immense pain, and said, “And I can tell you this—even if I did know her, you’ll never get a single thing out of me!”
No cooperation!
No compliance!
Because he wasn’t lying. He never remembered those insignificant little things. He had killed countless living beings, and he had modified countless more. He simply didn’t recall ever having such a creature.
And Miaomiao’s eyes grew even more bloodshot. She clenched her fists tightly without saying a word.
Scene after scene of bloody images kept flashing back in her mind. Every single image was steeped in piercing screams and agonizing torture.
Those bleeding scars!
In facing this perpetrator, they were being peeled open one by one from the deepest recesses of her memory.
“You will remember me.”
Miaomiao stared at him with bloodshot eyes, then slowly reached out her hand and grabbed the back of her head.
“Because my mother and I were the only successful experiments you had back then. You will remember this piece you personally created!”
Crack, crack, crack—
Her hands pierced into the back of her own skull. The sound of flesh and blood squelching came forth. Amidst that bloodshot gaze, one after another, writhing tentacles extended out from behind her. Viscous crimson blood dripped onto the ground, and her petite body began to twist and contort.
Lynn silently watched this scene.
He knew.
He had actually known all along.
After undergoing that horrific flesh modification, Miaomiao’s true form had long been twisted beyond recognition. But she had never shown him her real appearance in front of him.
She wanted to leave him with her best image in his heart.
But he knew.
Only by truly facing her past could she completely break free from that blood-soaked calamity.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—
Accompanied by the twisting and writhing of flesh and blood, Doctor 315’s pupils dilated continuously. He watched the cat-eared girl slowly melt away, watched her gradually twist and transform into that pile of sticky flesh-and-blood tissue covered in tentacles, watched the countless eyeballs opening one by one, staring fixedly at him.
His mind exploded with a deafening crash.
Finally, upon seeing that writhing mass of flesh and blood, those images from hundreds of years ago instantly surged from the deepest part of his memory into his mind.
She…
She was…
“This body… Now you should remember, shouldn’t you, Doctor? Meow.”