Chapter 203: The Dominating Demon Eye

Jiang Hai City First Hospital, Special Outpatient Clinic.

Chu Che saw off the last patient, an elderly cadre who was immensely grateful to him.

The smile on his face was gentle and perfect, just right in showing a physician's care and patience, making one feel as if bathed in spring breezes.

"Dr. Chu, you truly are a living Hua Tuo, a miracle healer!"

"You're being modest; taking care of yourself is the key."

The door closed, completely cutting off the outside clamor.

The examination room fell silent again.

Chu Che's smile did not fade immediately; he walked to the window, gazed at the patients and families strolling in the garden below, his eyes calm.

He wanted a cup of coffee.

Not instant, nor the assembly‑line product from a coffee machine.

But a cup made from beans of a specific region, brewed with second‑precise timing, handcrafted, a freshly ground coffee with a rich aroma.

The thought just arose.

Chu Che extended his hand.

In the air before him, a barely perceptible ripple appeared.

The next second.

A steaming cup of coffee in an elegant white porcelain mug materialized in his palm.

The rich Arabica aroma instantly spread through the air.

At the same time.

In the corner of the examination room, the surveillance camera facing his desk's red indicator light flickered silently, dimmed, then lit up again a second later.

As if it were merely a momentary voltage glitch.

Chu Che lifted the coffee and took a gentle sip.

The temperature, acidity, and body were all just right.

Before his eyes, a translucent screen that only he could see slowly unfolded.

【Weird Editor】

On the screen, a surveillance feed was playing in real time.

In the footage, a young man lay quietly on a cold metal examination table, his body riddled with various probes and cables.

It was Jiang Yuan.

A hint of amused interest curved Chu Che's mouth.

"By human will, he reversed and suppressed the Weird power..."

"He forcibly turned the original parasitic relationship into a master‑servant one."

He watched Jiang Yuan's body on the screen, data‑wise already 'dead' yet still driven by the Anomalous Power, his admiration unmistakable.

"Interesting."

"The first true 'Yujie Master', a perfect, research‑worthy specimen."

This surprise was both within his expectations and beyond them.

Human potential always manages to blossom into such interesting flowers in dire straits.

He watched the shocked expressions of Wei Gong, Wang Zhangzhi and others on the screen, took another sip of coffee, and felt a bit bored.

Chu Che's mind shifted.

The image on the editor switched instantly.

The surveillance feed vanished, replaced by a chaotic, noisy street scene.

The viewpoint zoomed in rapidly, finally locking onto a staggering figure moving against the crowd.

Chen Shao.

Chu Che nudged his gold‑rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, the lenses reflecting a cold glint.

"Let me see..."

"Abyss, what kind of 'gift' has it given you this time?"

"Ugh..."

Chen Shao leaned against a wall in a back alley that reeked of sour rot, violently dry‑vomiting.

He could not expel anything, only sour fluid surged upward from his stomach.

What's happening?

Why is he here?

His memory still lingered on the second underground level of Saint John Hospital.

Stuck at the moment he killed the tenth person and, hopeful, pushed open the escape door.

Then...

It was that endless, pure darkness that froze even the soul.

And...

Deep within that darkness, suddenly opened, a pair of crimson eyes so gigantic they defied description!

Just recalling that scene made Chen Shao's body convulse uncontrollably.

"Ah—!"

An indescribable searing pain surged from his left eye!

It felt as if a red‑hot iron pickaxe were wildly stirring inside his eye socket!

"My eye! My eye!"

Chen Shao writhed on the ground in pain, letting out a beast‑like wail.

They felt their eyeball about to burst out of the socket!

After an unknown amount of time, the intense pain finally receded slowly.

Chen Shao's whole body was drenched in cold sweat; they collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath in large gulps.

Their trembling hand reached for their left eye.

It was wet, as if a lot of tears had been shed.

Struggling to get up, they looked toward the Trash Can beside them, at a discarded, cracked mirror.

Just a glance.

Chen Shao's breathing came to a complete halt.

In the mirror.

The left eye... was no longer a human eye at all!

The whole eyeball had become a pure, slowly rotating blood‑red vortex!

No sclera, no pupil!

Only a cloying, nauseating deep red!

"This... this is..."

Their lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

At that moment.

"Yo, buddy, not feeling well?"

A flippant voice came from the alley entrance.

Three swaggering little thugs with multicolored hair blocked the alley, eyeing them with ill intent.

Leading them, Huang Mao toyed with a spring knife, his gaze landing on the watch on Chen Shao's wrist.

Huang Mao sneered, advancing step by step.

"Looks like you guys are short on cash, can we borrow some?"

The other two thugs chuckled, flanking from both sides and cutting off Chen Shao's escape.

Chen Shao slowly lifted their head.

In their eyes, a cold, indifferent gaze from above, as if regarding ants, suddenly appeared.

Huang Mao, unnerved by that stare, muttered, "What are you looking at! Looking for death?"

While saying that, he reached out, trying to grab Chen Shao's collar.

Chen Shao tilted their head slightly, aligning that blood‑red, vortex‑like left eye on Huang Mao.

For some unknown reason, Chen Shao suddenly felt a strong desire.

So they followed that desire, wielding the power at its source.

A deep, undeniably authoritative voice emerged from their mouth.

"Suicide."

A single word.

Huang Mao's outstretched hand froze mid‑air.

Huang Mao's expression went blank in an instant, eyes losing all spark.

The next second.

Silently, Huang Mao turned the spring knife toward his own neck.

Then, without hesitation, Huang Mao thrust it forcefully!

Pfft!

The blade sank in completely!

Fresh blood spurted out like a fountain!

Huang Mao didn't even hum; the body fell limp, twitched a few times on the ground, then fell silent.

"!"

"!!!"

The other two thugs were stunned with fear on the spot!

"Huang... Huang Mao bro?!"

"Ghost!!!"

They let out terrified screams and turned to run.

But after a brief pause, Chen Shao's blood‑red eye had already locked onto them.

"Stop."

The two thugs' bodies froze instantly, unable to move a single inch.

Their faces were etched with extreme terror, yet their bodies obeyed nothing.

Chen Shao looked at one of the Fatty, and in a teasing tone commanded:

"Use your head to ram that wall."

"Until you smash it to pieces."

The Fatty let out a desperate whimper, but his body mechanically turned and began smashing his own head against the stained brick wall again and again, wildly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The muffled thud echoed through the alley.

Chen Shao turned his gaze toward the skinny man at the end.

"You, eat your own fingers, one by one, all of them."

"Ah—!"

The skinny man let out a heart‑wrenching scream, but could only watch his hand helplessly rise and shove a finger into his mouth...

Crack!

The crisp sound of bones snapping, accompanied by a mournful wail, composed a frantic symphony in this human hell.

Chen Shao stood amid a pool of blood and shredded flesh, listening to this pleasant symphony.

Chen Shao slowly spread his arms.

"Ha…."

"Hahahahahahaha—!"

Chen Shao let out a maniacal laugh!

Power!

This is the power that the crimson eye bestowed upon Chen Shao!

An incomparable, all‑dominating power!

With this, not to mention giving sister the best treatment!

Even if those who once looked down on Chen Shao and bullied Chen Shao all kneel before Chen Shao, licking Chen Shao's shoes, it's merely a matter of a single word from Chen Shao!

However, Chen Shao's laughter abruptly stopped.

"Ugh—!"

Chen Shao suddenly clutched his head, a painful expression on his face.

A voice belonging to Chen Shao roared madly deep within Chen Shao's mind!

"Get out of here quickly!"

"Shut up!"

Chen Shao let out an impatient snort.

"You useless thing, can only cry? Without me, we can't do anything! Sister will die!"

"No! This isn't what I want! I don't want to become a monster!"

"Tsk."

The powerful personality clicked his tongue.

"What a hassle."

"Fine, I'll return the body to you, you useless thing first."

The words fell.

The suffocating, overwhelming aura around Chen Shao vanished instantly.

Chen Shao reverted to that unremarkable man.

Using hands and feet, Chen Shao crawled to the side and picked up the glasses that had fallen into the pool of blood, soaked in filthy blood.

Chen Shao, trembling, put on the glasses.

The moment the temple of the glasses touched his ear,

the crimson vortex in Chen Shao's left eye quickly faded, returning to its normal appearance, though now filled with terrifying blood vessels.

The excruciating pain vanished along with it.

Chen Shao looked at his own pale face in the mirror, then glanced at the horribly dead bodies not far away.

Fear gradually gave way to another emotion.

A cold, resolute madness.

Chen Shao slowly clenched his fists, his gaze turning toward the direction of the City Center.

There, the person he most wishes to protect resides.

"Sister..."

Chen Shao whispered softly, his voice tinged with a hint of sobbing and an uncontrollable excitement.

"Wait for brother..."

"Brother... has found a way to make you forever happy."

Chen Shao named this gift from the Abyss—

Dominating Demon Eye.