Chapter 1413: The Truth Surfaces

"How could this be..."

"The experiment clearly already..."

Teacher Ye’s body trembled uncontrollably. Like a walking corpse, he stepped stiffly over the debris, chaotic memories constantly flooding his mind.

Teacher Ye remembered holding the test tube himself, seeing the precipitate in the tube settle and separate from the reagent itself, which proved that all world-ending calamities would not affect the fused who fused with the corresponding types of calamities...

He remembered the ecstasy that flooded his heart after seeing the experimental results. Zhao Yi had stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and seemed to have said something, but he was completely immersed in that joy at the time. After giving Zhao Yi a hug, he put the test tube back and went straight to the South Sea government.

No...

That’s not right...

Another memory began to gradually replace the scene in Teacher Ye’s impression, occupying his mind!

"Teacher Ye! Teacher Ye, are you okay?! How could the test tube explode... Teacher Ye, wait for me, I’ll go get a bandage for you!!"

In this blurred memory, Zhao Yi grabbed his wrist, and an anxious voice echoed in his ears.

The scene in Teacher Ye’s memory reversed. He saw himself pick up the test tube, shake it gently, and the next second, the test tube erupted with a terrifying aura, shattering it into pieces. The shards of the test tube embedded deeply into his palm, and blood flowed instantly!

“……”

"How could this be... was the experiment a success... or a failure?!"

The fragmented memories collided in Teacher Ye’s mind. For a moment, he couldn't tell which side was reality. He squatted down, holding his head in pain, the agony almost tearing his brain in two!

Just then, he saw his palm in his peripheral vision...

Wounds that had not yet healed covered it, and in the depths of some wounds, a few crystalline fragments were embedded.

Those were the remnants of the shattered test tube.

Teacher Ye was stunned.

That terrifying hypothesis that made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar, the one he had always subconsciously ignored... surfaced in his mind at this moment.

"My thoughts... were tampered with?"

The moment this thought appeared, all the details he had once ignored came rushing in like a tide!

Teacher Ye’s face was pained and hideous. At this moment, his brain began to run rapidly, and countless fragmented memory scenes appeared in his mind like another version of himself...

……

The Fusion Faction under the starry night was silent.

He walked along the deserted path of the Mother Tree, climbed the steps, and finally stopped in front of one of the branches.

He stood there quietly, like a sleepwalker without self-awareness. A breeze blew past his shirt. On the Mother Tree, he tilted his head slightly, his closed eyes looking toward a certain direction of the Mother Tree dormitory...

There, Chen Ling was sleeping soundly in his room.

The corner of his mouth curled into an eerie smile.

He turned his head, his fingertips lightly touching the branch of the Mother Tree, slowly outlining a certain symbol...

Under the hazy night,

A chaotic ball of thread was gradually taking shape under his hand...

A few hours later, two Fusion Faction children climbed the Mother Tree to collect branches as usual. After catching a glimpse of this thread ball, they walked stiffly toward the Jiangtian Sect branch as if they had lost their self-awareness.

……

That day, the Fusion Faction living on the Mother Tree was decorated with lanterns.

"Brothers and sisters!!! Chen! Ling!! Is!! Here!!!!!"

Zhao Yi’s shout came from afar. The children in the Mother Tree excitedly put down what they were doing and all ran to the door, curiously looking at the few visitors in the distance.

"So that’s Chen Ling..."

"He looks just like he does in the newspaper, he’s so good-looking!!"

“……”

Chirping sounds rang in his ears. As the red opera robe in the distance approached, the children’s expressions became more and more excited.

Just as the atmosphere was heating up, a dull sound suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Thump—

The pitch-black youth knelt uncontrollably before the red opera robe.

After a brief pause, uproarious laughter dispelled the awkward atmosphere. At the same time, the voice of the red opera robe slowly rang out:

"The calamity on your body... does it come from the Ghost Mockery Abyss?"

This voice, which he had inexplicably ignored before, now roared in Teacher Ye’s heart like a thunderclap.

……

Memories rolled forward.

Time returned to the South Sea Base over three hundred years ago.

"Professor Ye, the medical department recently encountered a cancer case, a child. Our medical equipment has all failed... but her mother won't give up and wants to ask if you have any way..."

"I understand. I will help her as much as I can. Let her come over."

He put down the unfinished article on fusion hypotheses and spoke gently.

Snap—

Bright surgical lights dispelled the dim corner of the room.

Under the pale light, a sixteen-year-old girl was lying obediently on the observation table, her large, dark eyes looking at Professor Ye with fear and worry.

"Big brother, can... can my illness be cured?"

"Don't worry, I will try my best." He comforted her while preparing the newly developed anti-cancer reagent.

He walked slowly to the side of the observation table. The long, sharp needle emitted a cold light under the lamp. Inside was the result of his decades of research, which had already been approved by the base for clinical observation, with a cure rate of up to 63% for certain specific cancers...

But when his gaze met the girl’s clear eyes, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The hypotheses and knowledge about fusion in his mind came alive at this moment, like crawling insects emerging from his heart, squirming bit by bit toward the body of the young girl on the observation table.

His eyes gradually lost their luster, and a storm of chaotic lines occupied his consciousness.

Under the pale light,

He slowly set the reagent in his hand aside.

"Little one." A voice without emotion rubbed out from his vocal cords. "Let’s try a different treatment method... shall we?"

The girl was stunned. Already afraid of needles, she couldn't help but ask:

"Then... what should I do?"

"Lift your clothes and expose your stomach."

After hesitating for a moment, the girl did as she was told and lifted her clothes, exposing her fair, youthful belly to the pale light. Beneath this clean and vibrant body, infinite possibilities seemed to be gestating...

He turned around and took out a calamity organ from the drawer that had not yet been fully turned into a specimen.

It was a section of intestine covered in incantations, slowly squirming under the pale light, like a swimming snake with self-awareness.

The moment she saw this, the girl widened her eyes in terror. Before she could say anything else, a mechanically cold voice slowly rang out:

"Don't be afraid... it will be over soon... be good..."

The girl’s body stopped resisting...

Two chaotic threads of thought filled her eyes.

Blood flowed in silence, life passed away in dead stillness, and Pandora’s box was opened by his own hands at this moment...