Chapter 1412: The Truth Surges

Author: Sanyin YinyuWord Count: 1358

"How could this happen..."

"The experiment was clearly a success..."

Teacher Ye's body trembled uncontrollably. He stiffly walked like a zombie over the scattered debris, chaotic memories flooding his mind.

Teacher Ye remembered holding the test tube himself, seeing the precipitate settle and separate from the reagent. This proved that all world-ending disasters would not affect integrators who had integrated corresponding types of disasters...

He remembered the overwhelming ecstasy he felt upon seeing the experimental results. Zhao Yi, standing nearby, grabbed his wrist and seemed to say something, but he was completely immersed in the joy at the time. After hugging Zhao Yi, he returned the test tube to its place and headed directly to the South Sea Government.

No...

That's not right...

Another memory began to gradually replace the scenes in Teacher Ye's mind, taking over his thoughts!

"Teacher Ye! Teacher Ye, are you alright?! How could this test tube explode... Teacher Ye, wait for me, I'll get some bandages for you!"

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

The scene replayed in Teacher Ye's memory. He saw himself pick up the test tube, gently shake it, and the next second, the test tube exploded with a terrifying aura, shattering it completely. The fragments of the test tube deeply embedded themselves in his palm, causing profuse bleeding!

"How could this happen... Did the experiment succeed... or fail?!"

Fragmented memories collided in Teacher Ye's mind. He momentarily couldn't distinguish which was reality. He clutched his head in agony and squatted down, the intense pain nearly tearing his mind in half!

Just then, he caught sight of his palms...

Unhealed wounds covered them, and in the depths of some wounds, crystalline fragments were still embedded.

Those were the remnants of the shattered test tube.

Teacher Ye was stunned.

The terrifying thought that plunged him into an icy abyss, the idea he had subconsciously ignored... now surfaced in his mind.

"My thoughts... were tampered with?"

The moment this thought appeared, all the details he had previously overlooked rushed in like a tide!

Teacher Ye's face was distorted with pain. At this moment, his brain began to operate rapidly, and countless fragmented memories, like another version of himself, came vividly to mind...

Under the starry night, the Integrator faction was silent.

He walked along the deserted path of the Mother Tree, ascending step by step, finally stopping slowly before one of its branches.

He stood there quietly, like a sleepwalker without self-awareness. The breeze ruffled his shirt. He tilted his head slightly towards the Mother Tree, his tightly closed eyes looking in the direction of a Mother Tree dormitory...

There, Chen Ling was deeply asleep in his room.

A strange smile curled at his lips.

He turned back, lightly tapping the Mother Tree's branch with his fingertip, slowly outlining a symbol...

Under the dim night,

A chaotic tangle of lines was gradually taking shape under his hand...

A few hours later, two children from the Integrator faction climbed the Mother Tree as usual to collect branches. After their eyes caught sight of the tangle of lines, they stiffly walked towards the Scarlet Heaven Sect branch as if they had lost their self-awareness.

That day, the Integrator faction residing in the Mother Tree was lit up with lanterns and decorations.

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

Zhao Yi's shouts came from afar. The children within the Mother Tree excitedly put down what they were doing and all ran to the entrance, curiously observing the few approaching visitors.

"Is that Chen Ling..."

"He looks just like he does in the newspaper, so handsome!!"

Chirping voices filled his ears, and as the Great Red Robe in the distance drew closer, the children's faces grew even more excited.

Just as the atmosphere was growing lively, a dull thud suddenly sounded from the crowd.

Plop—

A completely black-bodied boy uncontrollably knelt before the Great Red Robe.

After a brief pause, a burst of laughter dispersed the awkward atmosphere. At the same moment, the Great Red Robe's voice slowly spoke:

"Does the disaster on you... come from the Ghost Mocking Abyss?"

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

Memory surged 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 completely failed... but her mother hasn't given up hope and wants to ask if you have any way to help..."

"I understand. I will do my best to help her. Let her come over."

He put down the unfinished article on his integration hypothesis and spoke gently.

Snap—

A bright surgical light dispelled a corner of the dim room.

Under the pale light, a sixteen-year-old girl lay obediently on the examination table, her big, dark eyes looking at Professor Ye beside her with fear and worry.

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

"Don't worry, I'll do my best," he comforted her while preparing the newly developed anti-cancer agent.

He slowly walked to the examination table. A long and sharp needle gleamed coldly under the light. It contained the results of his decades of research, which had now 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.

His integration hypotheses and knowledge, at this moment, seemed to come alive, like a reptile crawling out of his heart, slowly wriggling towards the young girl on the examination table.

His pupils gradually lost their luster. A storm of chaotic lines consumed his consciousness.

Under the pale light,

He slowly set aside the agent in his hand.

"Little one." A dispassionate voice rasped from his vocal cords, "How about we try a different treatment method... alright?"

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

"Then... what should I do?"

"Lift your clothes, expose your belly."

After a moment of hesitation, the girl still complied and lifted her clothes. Her fair, tender belly was exposed under the pale light. Beneath this clean and vibrant body, infinite possibilities seemed to be brewing...

He turned around and took out a disaster organ from a drawer that had not yet been fully preserved as a specimen.

It was a section of intestine covered in incantations, slowly wriggling under the pale light, like a swimming snake with a mind of its own.

The moment she saw this, the girl's eyes widened in terror. Before she could say anything more, a mechanical, indifferent voice slowly spoke:

"Don't be afraid... It'll be over soon... Be a good girl..."

The girl's body stopped resisting...

Two tangled threads of chaotic thought filled her eyes.

Blood flowed silently, life ebbed away in the stillness, and Pandora's Box, at this moment, was opened by his own hands...