Chapter 20: [Circle Realm] (Thanks to the Alliance Leader 'You Meng Found a Momo')

【Vortex Planting Method】

This is the technical description and overview submitted to Wen Wen by 【Hospital】 after cooperating with the Security Bureau.

The theory used by Lawrence, the Worm of Ten Thousand Changes.

A chosen one who follows the Vortex of Goodness, which presides over all life's birth, growth, aging, and death, developed this strange technology after years of research.

—Just like farming, planting various dangerous raw materials on the flesh of living beings, filtering the sin-tainting in them with the life and spiritual quality of the living beings, completing fusion or extraction, and finally waiting for the time to be ripe to harvest the required results and essence.

Among them, the side that is planted as a container is called 'Fetus'.

And the result obtained is called 'Fruit'.

"And just as you guessed, among all living beings that can become 'Fetus', the most simple and convenient is undoubtedly humans."

Muller on the phone explained in detail: "After this technology was born, our hospital only experienced a few attempts before permanently banning the use of humans as 'Fetus'.

Even in Hope Hospital, this is a taboo."

"Ha, how interesting!"

Wen Wen, speeding on her motorcycle, couldn't help but want to sneer: "You bunch of lunatics actually seal such technology that goes against human nature?"

"No no no, please don't misunderstand."

Muller explained solemnly: "It's just because rigorous argumentation has proven that the method of using humans as 'Fetus' is too inefficient and lacks cost-effectiveness, leading to extremely serious waste of consumables!

Besides being convenient at times, it is useless.

Things that ordinary 'Fetus' can create, other technologies can do just the same, and using a higher-level 'Vessel' for vortex planting is truly a waste of heaven's gifts!"

Muller said indignantly: "You know, with the T5 agreement, even in our hospital, consumables are not abundant enough to be wasted at will.

So, as early as forty years ago, the development direction of the Vortex Planting Method had already turned to other animals and plants.

This is also the main reason for firing Lawrence—he doesn't have the courage and talent to pioneer a discipline alone, nor is he willing to give up his slight expertise to start over, just blindly immersing himself in outdated techniques and theories.

After repeated warnings and corrections, he was judged by the Management Department as not having the ability required by our hospital's workers and was dismissed. As for his self-degeneration and mixing with the bunch of beast-worshipping natural disaster cultists of the Long Jihui, it has nothing to do with our hospital."

After habitually shifting the blame, Muller was finally unable to endure the inner restlessness, couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, I still remember the angry look when he was fired, saying he would bring back brand-new results sooner or later and step us old things under his feet.

To be honest, I was looking forward to what breakthrough progress he could have. It's a pity, there's probably no possibility... But after so many years, he must have grown into a very excellent material, right?"

On the other end of the phone, there seemed to be a swallowing sound, and the collaborator who didn't know what form he had turned into found it hard to suppress his hunger: "If you can show mercy, please be sure to help us leave some samples. Of course, alive is better, the price is negotiable!"

"Look at his fate!"

Wen Wen's voice was cold.

The roaring motorcycle sped through the traffic, easily leaving all pursuits and blockers behind, leaving only the thunderous roar.

At this point, everything finally appeared from the fog.

Long Jihui believers pursuing sin-tainting and natural disaster power, Lawrence, who was addicted to the Vortex Planting Method and blood-thirst disease, and the long-term plan of secretly farming and spreading infection...

Everything done was to pick out the most suitable 'Fetus' from countless people!

Now, as if by fate, the 'Fetus' he dreamed of, no, should be the 'Vessel' that was like a gift from heaven, appeared before his eyes when he least expected it.

The Cursed One left behind by the Tide Flame Disaster ten years ago.

The only survivor in the natural disaster that caused despair, pain, and resentment for tens of thousands of people.

—Ji Jue!

In the empty, almost silent hospital square, the dim light of dusk shone. All ordinary people had fallen into a coma the moment the Vortex Planting Technique was activated, with no resistance.

Above the sky, threads of scarlet wound, slithering down at the caller's call.

Couldn't hear the wailing and roaring in the distance.

When the farmer decided to harvest, those weak withered branches that no one cared about withered quietly in the darkness, and only rotten fruits fell into the soil, brewing the sweet fragrance of sin.

Also in the hospital, also under the dusk, Lawrence looked at the scene before him, actually a bit distracted.

How embarrassed he was when he was kicked out of that rigid ghost place, his mood now was just as joyful. After farming painstakingly for such a long time, he was finally about to have results, and he almost wanted to sing a song.

It's a pity that there was always a noisy sound ringing in his ears.

"I fuck, big brother, lighter, lighter, my hand, will this thing infect?"

"Seriously, old brother, no need, really no need!"

"How many dishes did you eat to play so big?"

"You can still run now, I see the Security Bureau people are fierce to the point of exploding, the leader is strong and beautiful with a big chest, listen to me, you can't beat her!"

"You wouldn't really be plotting against my ass, right? Don't, brother, I will shit my pants when I get scared, really, oh oh oh, I can't hold it anymore..."

"Why are you still playing with tentacles, brother, your taste is so heavy!"

Clearly, the anesthetic was enough for this guy to sleep until tomorrow, but he woke up in shock again in less than ten minutes.

At this moment, countless aberrant spiritual qualities descending from the sky intertwined, turning into a giant tree, entangling him, just like a monster opening its blood-basin mouth.

And then, countless scarlet spiritual qualities sank into Ji Jue's body!

The massive amount of aberrant spiritual quality sufficient to make an ordinary person sin-taint in an instant only made him wake up from his dream. Just this unparalleled tolerance to alienation was enough to be equal to a chosen one of the Transcendent Rank!

"As expected of a Cursed One who could survive the Tide Flame Disaster!"

Lawrence pushed his glasses stained with blood, praising hoarsely: "Ji Jue, you are indeed a Vessel of Disaster, one in ten thousand! You, impeccable!"

"Ah yes yes yes." Ji Jue was speechless, nodding in embarrassment: "Selling my ass is fine, brother, I'm good and not sticky, spare my dog life, I beg you."

Lawrence's smile stiffened.

Foreword retracted. 【20-

That mouth alone is truly fucking annoying!

Snap!

In that instant, following Lawrence's wave, the eerie giant tree woven from countless gossamer threads surged violently. Amidst the qualitative leap and infusion of massive spiritual quality, Ji Jue was swallowed within it, unable to make another sound.

As if falling.

From the trance, he was engulfed by an infinite crimson.

The last thing he heard was a roar coming from afar.

Like the thunderous sound of a motorcycle engine.

BOOM!!!

As the wall disintegrated, countless dust and smoke soared upward.

The reality barrier that Lawrence had painstakingly woven was actually gouged open from the front by the impact of that single rider, creating a huge hole!

The nearly melted tires rolled over the shattered flower beds and bricks, leaving behind pitch-black scorch marks.

Amidst the final piercing sound, it came to an abrupt halt.

That slender, tall figure finally rose from the motorcycle.

"No need, leave this to me, you don't need to worry about it."

She issued instructions to the subordinate on the other end of the phone: "Little Tong lacks independent combat capability, go support Old Zhang first; as for An Ran, just act freely.

Investigate every fulcrum clearly, and pull out all the parasites left behind by the Vortex Planting Technique!"

Just like that, she hung up the phone.

Forward.

"I knew it, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

She glanced coldly at the man who had once kindly provided her with clues, expressionless: "To think you actually... pulled off such a big thing right under my nose."

"What are you saying, my lady? I've been at Mercy Hospital for over six years, five years longer than you." Lawrence pushed up his glasses, a smile appearing on his shattered face: "You came really fast... unfortunately, it's already too late."

The moment the words fell, that eerie giant object, like a tree, shook again.

The massive canopy, which nearly covered the firmament, actually expanded once more, and amidst the countless writhing blood-colored spiritual qualities, countless rays of light flashed, resembling blooming flowers!

According to the data provided by Hope Hospital, Lawrence had spent years deep-plowing the Vortex Planting Technique—a secret ritual with little potential to be tapped—innovating and almost completing a brand-new breakthrough.

As early as the Imperial Flower Moon Massacre, he had demonstrated wide-area interference, shrouding the entire town within the range of the Vortex Planting Technique to complete batch-processed sin-tainting and mutation.

At this moment, those deformed spiritual qualities usurped and drawn from the Blood-Thirst Syndrome strains erupted from the giant tree, almost faintly shrouding more than half of the North Mountain District!

Despair, pain, wailing, crying, numbness...

Countless laments rang out once again.

This was the material he had been secretly absorbing and collecting while hiding in Yacheng for so many years, the results reaped by the Blood-Thirst Syndrome parasite strains from the deceased!

And even more came from within this very Mercy Hospital...

It's too ridiculous, and also too interesting.

Lawrence couldn't even help but want to applaud; he never tired of watching such a play, no matter how many times he saw it.

Lacking doctors, lacking medicine, lacking equipment, lacking money, even unable to provide blood plasma... lacking everything necessary to survive.

In this hospital that could only barely maintain itself through donations, all one could see every day in the clinics, hallways, and on the patients was tragedy.

Repeated painful chemotherapy, repeated waiting filled with hope, repeated sorrow after missing out on a spot.

No connections, no savior, no money.

The so-called straw to clutch at was nothing but a phantom light at the edge of the horizon; for those who had nothing, the so-called 'possibility of recovery' was a hell of infinite torment!

When everything reached its end, the only things turned to fly ash in the incinerator were the husks already drained dry by parasites. What Lawrence finally snatched from the deceased was this crystal named despair!

Now, the pain took root and sprouted from the soil.

Bloom!

The giant tree expanded, swelled, and extended outward, like the palms of the dying reaching out from hell, futilely trying to drag everything within reach into hell.

And then, everything came to an abrupt halt—

Slowing down, stagnating, reversing!

Right in front of that figure.

Wen Wen.

She finally raised her hand and took off the goggles on her face; in her eyes, blue and purple illusory light flowed silently, overlooking all phenomena.

And then, as if an otherworldly realm had descended.

From the gaze of those eyes, infinite crystals broke through the soil and bricks!

Like a jungle composed of crystals, crisscrossing, surrounding the entire hospital, crushing the original remaining blockade, and swallowing everything within it!