[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-319":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283797,4467,"Chapter 319","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-319",319,"\u003Cp>Kraft leapt swiftly from his hiding spot and rushed toward the spot where the heavy body had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impossible to know what effect the “incantation” had produced, but it was certain that retaliation would not be a concern for at least a short while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He breached the domain of that spiritual entity and felt it plunged into utter chaos, flailing blindly like a drowning creature, a flock without a shepherd, held together only by collective unconsciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it remained vast enough to inspire dread—an invisible behemoth of nothingness—the malevolent will that controlled it had vanished, shattered by the disorder of its physical form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, it could not yet be rashly declared dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the most dangerous opponent Kraft had ever known; until he saw its true form and inflicted an absolutely fatal macroscopic wound, his heart could never rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he was not the only one thinking this way—the clanging of metal followed closely behind, advancing without hesitation in the same direction, their ragged, post-survival breaths audible through the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, at the far end of a corridor, they saw each other again—and saw “it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consciousness was rising—or sinking; in truth, you could no longer tell the difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Past notions of direction had long since flattened and cramped, like flattened memories, gradually fading. These concepts still lingered in the mind, but among the mountain of new papers, a single fluttering old draft was barely noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New senses brought new directions, like a slug crawling through mud discovering a climbing pea vine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though consciousness could not yet fully comprehend that dimension, body and spirit had already begun moving along that non-direction, without limb flexion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You temporarily called it “rising” and “sinking,” knowing it had nothing to do with up or down—merely the crude, inadequate terminology of lower senses, which you were forced to use to explain it to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difficulty, needless to say, was like asking a blind man to distinguish colors or a deaf man to understand music—information twisted and warped beyond recognition during transmission, more formless than the rotting corpse of a novice’s worst dissection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, you no longer had to be troubled by this problem; you could devote more energy to more important matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Academic research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From some point in memory onward, inspiration surged uncontrollably—the towering, infinitely tall and wide wall that had blocked generations of scholars crumbled at the lightest push.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before you, clarity opened wide; moonlight pierced the fog of ignorance, illuminating sights never before seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You gazed down at the riddle that had haunted half your life, as if viewing a flat blueprint. Those religious folk loved to sanctify it, calling it the greatest work of the Heavenly Father, perfect and flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you knew its crude design caused countless bizarre malfunctions during operation, frequent irreversible cascading errors that cut short its intended decades-long runtime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shabby cage imprisoned souls in narrow cells, subjecting them to terrible torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This torment would continue endlessly, replayed across generation after generation of the pitiful species, until someone finally cracked the bottomless riddle of life—or never would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more you understood, the more clearly you realized this could not be solved by the childish role-playing games of past academic study. A child could disassemble a beetle a hundred or a thousand times and still not grasp how it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Individual life spans meant nothing against this riddle, let alone those religious figures who always obstructed great endeavors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, they were smarter than you imagined—they took some time to uncover your feigned death. Not surprising; you never expected those hastily acquired corpses to deceive them long. Thanks to the Church’s ban, even sourcing bodies was hard, let alone finding ones matching exact size and gender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What surprised you slightly was their subsequent sharpness. But only slightly—perhaps Karlman had done something. Your long-separated disciple had, in the remote wilderness, finally worn down his former resolve, losing the desire to risk himself for a greater good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he drew that short blade forged from black stone to stop you, you were genuinely surprised. But clearly, he could not understand why you could see what lay behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he would do that, it was natural he had entertained other thoughts earlier; fortunately, there would be no second thought between you now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You had no choice but to discard some insignificant people, sending them to delay the pursuers tracking your trail. After all, those fools who glimpsed only the surface and grew arrogant were worse than Karlman—at least he understood what your true cause was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You chewed on the word, savoring its flavor, deeper and more complex than any before. It had threaded through the life of an ordinary man—from babbling infancy to shouldering the Academy’s burden, to finally halting before that same towering wall, unable to advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, you had taken the first step in the right direction—the first step toward erasing the very concept of disease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, one person’s strength was far from enough—even adding Karlman, all your followers, and every pioneer on this path still fell short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More was needed—countless individuals, united as one—to breach that boundary, return to the source of this power, return to its side, the eternal obsession…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Moonlight】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You did not know why you suddenly thought so much—consciousness felt tossed into a vast gallery, browsing an exhibition centered on yourself, each later painting stranger and more surreal, painted in hypnotic, dazzling hues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disciples, colleagues, apprentices, followers, and several unfamiliar faces walked beside you, heads bowed in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They should not have been here—you instinctively felt this space belonged solely to you—but somehow, nothing felt wrong. With every step you took, they matched it exactly, impossibly synchronized, as if puppets pulled by the same thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You continued forward, astonished to feel the distinct feedback of each person’s shoes pressing into the thick carpet—your vision shifting between your own feet and theirs, fixed on frayed threads and tea stains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless corridor abruptly ended ahead, a blank frame hanging dead center on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consciousness reached out to touch it—but failed. You tried to recall how you arrived here, yet memory slipped away like a key fallen into a crack in the wooden floor, vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rapid footsteps approached. Someone was running—not just one, but many. The sound was hard boot soles striking gravel, not the quiet, sound-absorbing carpet of this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You tried to turn your head in curiosity, but your body did not respond to your mind’s command; your vision remained fixed on the blank frame before you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment of distraction, the blank space had already been filled with color, outlining an image perhaps best described as perfect to the point of grotesque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale skin, eight staggered lower limbs each with four joints, controlled by intricate muscle groups; three sets of keratinous toes enabled stable, rapid movement across any surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two interwoven circulatory networks supplied this locomotion system, ensuring function even if one was blocked or damaged, via collateral branches and the other; major vessels were protected beneath thick muscle bundles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It bore a human upper body, four upper limbs unbound by shoulder joints, free to rotate fully to the back—or rather, it had no true back at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of slender, flexible fingers fully exploited the space extended by metacarpals; each hand showed at least two structures identifiable as “thumbs,” enabling unimpeded grasping in either direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its head bore a crown of crystalline, stony protrusions encircling its scalp; its gem-like eyes, perhaps originating from the faceless visage on its chest or abdomen, merged together, elevating a frozen expression of ecstasy to a surreal peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two crude weapons marred this painting. One pierced through an eye, driving into the upper cranial cavity dominated by visual pathways—where, counterintuitively, few vital structures resided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truly lethal one sliced open the facial visage on the chest, slipped through the narrow gap between rib plates, pierced the two paused hearts, then, under the weight of its thrust, cut horizontally through the intervertebral discs, angling precisely into the overgrown spinal cord, designed to regulate this complex body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sluggish thoughts analyzed the faces—they were familiar; several names hovered on the tip of your tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more time remained. The exhibition ended; opaque black curtains fell, blotting out all light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You witnessed the finale of an extraordinary work—imperfect, yet fitting for its subject; no life could escape this ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Death】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it dead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably.” Kraft stepped back, observing; he felt the entity’s spiritual form rapidly fading, vanishing from perception within mere breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned to the corpse, strained to pull free his longsword, trapped by the plate-like mutated ribs, then reinserted it at a new angle, ensuring the suspected new central system hidden in the chest cavity was severed completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rationally, he saw no possibility of further resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overactivation of the cardiac sodium-potassium pumps should cause intracellular hyperkalemia and hyponatremia, triggering a cascade of dire conditions—loss of excitability, ectopic pacing, conduction block, atrial fibrillation, ventricular fibrillation—the kind that make ECG labs and cardiology wards tear their hair out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If calcium was disrupted, the situation worsened; it was hard to imagine any muscle functioning under abnormal calcium levels. The result was still cessation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dual-circulation system was rendered useless at its root, not to mention other potential tissue failures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But emotionally, no matter how precise the theory, two more sword thrusts brought greater peace of mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He eagerly severed his spiritual senses, letting the crowded, pressing world swallow his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>",1578,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f13b3986b6faa339a237a3d97035e3a97106688764fc5e5ba8db28d2187d63ae","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-320","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-318",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]