Chapter 00169: Try It and Die
# Try It and Die
Chapter 169
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 169: Try It and Die
Lian Cheng let out a cold laugh.
In this world, there’s a phenomenon called “stubbornness.” Some people, even when they’re on the brink of death—mouth full of sour plums, chest pressed by acupressure boards, a 200-pound woman stepping on their back, their legs being scraped by fascia knives, and electrodes on their stomach simulating childbirth at maximum power—even when they’re gasping for breath, barely alive, they’ll still lift their heads, widen their eyes, and ask with a soul-piercing question:
“Did you not eat?!”
Even if the world exploded, if the benevolent and the malevolent vanished, if the universe itself were destroyed, that mouth of theirs, harder than a duck’s, would still float in the infinite void, endlessly chattering.
Hmph, bluffing, putting on a show… does it even work?!
The real torment is yet to come!
Lian Cheng looked down with disdain, glancing once, then couldn’t help but look again, and again, widening his eyes, leaning closer, scrutinizing that face that made him want to tear it to shreds.
From start to finish, there wasn’t even a hint of change.
It’s all an act!
It’s absolutely, undeniably an act!
But as he looked…
Lian Cheng used every observation technique he had, yet he still found, to his despair—it didn’t seem like it!
The expression, the heartbeat, the muscles—all were calm, with no signs of tension.
Even the spiritual essence remained undisturbed, completely serene.
It was as if he were lying down listening to a ballad, even wanting to yawn.
This isn’t right!
This can’t be!
A profound sense of absurdity rose in Lian Cheng’s heart.
He wanted to rush over and slap Ji Jue twice: What the hell are you pretending for?!
Why?!
My ancestors have followed the malevolent for generations, risking life and limb to break through, only to be tortured to the brink of death.
Why do you show no reaction at all?
It’s like in those stories where everyone agrees to earn some pocket money from strange elders: while I’m in front, suffering unbearably, crying and screaming, rolling my eyes and gesturing, there’s a yellow-haired, dark-skinned b*tch next to me calmly playing with her phone, not moving, not making a sound, and when she gets impatient, she casually looks up: Huh? Are you in yet?
Instantly, the unfairness of the world, the disparity in abilities, the differences in fate, the unevenness in quality—who’s the master and who’s the trash—becomes crystal clear.
Utter humiliation!
It’s the ultimate, unadulterated insult!
Bitter hatred and rage surged in his heart, a foul breath he couldn’t suppress no matter what, even wanting to rush up and punch the massive tumor of the undying disease a few times.
Did you not eat? Put some effort into it!
Bring out the same intensity you used to torment me!
Why play so perversely with me, yet treat this little bastard from who-knows-where with such tenderness?
And above their heads, the massive tumor with countless wailing faces suddenly let out a piercing scream.
The wailing continued.
But this time, it was exceptionally agonizing.
Blurred faces showed signs of burning, with sparks flying from their mouths.
As if invisible flames were scorching them.
Trapped in a furnace.
Powerless to wail…
The tendrils wrapped around Ji Jue’s body trembled, unable to transmit the infection and influence of the malevolent, as if being bitten by unseen monsters.
The moment the inoculation began, the first to react violently was the matrix within Ji Jue’s body.
Non-Aggression.
As if enraged.
Originally calm and stable, indifferently overseeing everything, the matrix now displayed such clear ferocity and violence, a pure malice toward the invading entity!
Under the influence of the Blessing of Mental Primacy, even the matrix’s reactions became more dynamic, and its likes and dislikes more pronounced.
Ji Jue, good! Blessing, good! Benevolence, good!
Evil folly, malevolent entities, mutations… all of you, die!!!
The once distant and aloof aura now turned fierce and savage, like an engineer suddenly pulling out two machetes and going on a rampage.
Pointing at the trembling undying disease, the malice sharp as a blade—come to Ji Jue’s street, don’t let me see you, or I’ll slap your face and rip your head off!
Not just the disgust from witnessing the previous user’s centuries-long torment by the corroded furnace core, but also a deeper, more primal hatred and fury.
From the very design and creation, it was meticulously crafted—an absolute malice toward all vortex creations!
Now, under the stimulation of the undying disease, Ji Jue could feel the Non-Aggression matrix on his hands manifesting for a moment, and then the intricate patterns began to grow on their own, spreading beneath his flesh, draining his spiritual essence, and even emptying most of the spiritual essence stored in his watch, completely enveloping his entire body.
Covering his flesh, organs, and bones, shielding everything.
It was like donning a heavy, seamless armor for his soul, blocking all inner erosion from the undying disease.
If not for the lack of blessing and spiritual essence, countless invisible hands would have already reached into the tumor of the undying disease, following the connections of flesh.
Even without his cousin’s intervention.
The tiny bit of undying disease infection that had entered Ji Jue’s body was completely locked away, sealed off, only managing to erode a small amount of spiritual essence, unable to touch his soul.
The burden wasn’t heavy.
It was just about the same as maintaining the consciousness of a mechanical divine creation.
Considering the situation, he didn’t immediately have his cousin extract this bit of mutation.
Instead, he gathered it in his chest, forming the dark emblem of evil folly.
Other than that, there was no change.
No extra eye, no pain or suffering.
In Ji Jue’s perception, even without the Non-Aggression barrier, the infection’s transformation of him was probably less than a tenth of what the dragon’s blood had done.
Now, he finally understood why his teacher had looked at him with such murderous intent back then… Dragon’s blood was truly a good thing, the culmination of Laurence’s lifelong research, and he had turned it into a little motorcycle.
What craftsman wouldn’t vomit blood at the sight?
It’s just that among creations, there are differences in quality.
Dragon’s blood just had strong side effects, easily leading to mutations.
Mutation wasn’t the result, but the undying disease was pure… trash!
Experiencing the aura of the malevolent so closely, Ji Jue was almost vomiting.
It wasn’t a form that normal life could comprehend.
No, its very existence was a perversion and defilement of life.
The closer you got, the more you could feel its terrifying erosive and infectious nature.
It wasn’t just blood; even droplets could spread it.
But then, the question arose… After so much time, after such extensive research, why hadn’t the undying disease infected the doctors in the time rift?
He looked up at the mutated figures laughing, singing, and clapping.
The dean, swollen and rotting like a corpse; the infectious disease specialist with four or five grotesque arms twitching uncontrollably; the finance director, stitched together from corpse parts.
Each more bizarre than the last, yet none showed signs of malevolent erosion.
They were even more outrageous than Ji Jue.
Ji Jue was just highly resistant and immune, but they seemed more like… insulators?
He couldn’t figure it out, couldn’t understand.
But that didn’t stop Ji Jue from enjoying the cheers and praise.
Is this the joy of standing on the moral high ground and relieving oneself freely? Love it!
I’ll do it again!
With that, he casually got up from the chair, calmly straightened his collar, which Lian Cheng had wrinkled, and brushed the hair from his forehead.
“Just average.”
A passing Ember Craftsman commented, “I think it’s just okay. Why is someone screaming like a tortured chicken?”
“…”
Lian Cheng gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger, and said nothing.
In fact, just suppressing the spread of the undying disease within him was taking almost all his effort.
Endure, endure, bide your time!
After so long, the time is almost ripe…
A sharp glint flashed in his lowered eyes.
—After tonight, you’re all dead!
But beside him, Ji Jue kept chattering, though this time, it seemed like a different person.
After circling Lian Cheng with a look of admiration, he suddenly praised:
“Ah, I was blind, not seeing the greatness before me. I didn’t expect the treatment to be so effective. Impressive! Truly impressive! Breathtaking!”
Lian Cheng didn’t want to bother with him anymore, even fearing he might have some other tricks up his sleeve, and turned to leave.
But then, he heard the eerie, underworldly echo from behind.
“However, I have a new treatment method to propose…”
In front of all the doctors, Ji Jue smiled and said, “I wonder if we could give it a try?”
Lian Cheng’s steps suddenly halted.
Frozen in place.
He turned back with difficulty, only to see Ji Jue pulling out a box from his pocket, a box with layers of spiritual circuits sealing it inside and out.
Opening it, he revealed a syringe already filled with a potion…
A crimson red, deeper than blood, surged within the syringe, like tides, turbulent and restless.
Just looking at that crimson made one’s soul restless, filled with anger, hatred, resentment, and disgust—countless malicious thoughts rising from the heart.
Just that one strand was enough to plunge any living being into an eternal, unredeemable abyss!
In that instant, the corner of Lian Cheng’s eye finally cracked under the strain of his glare, a hint of crimson appearing, like a tear about to fall tragically.
That… that…
That’s the essence extracted from the soul of a malevolent transformation, infused with countless spiritual essences and refined into the purest form of malevolent corruption!
—[Frenzied Slaughter’s Poison]!
You little bastard, you…
“No!”
Lian Cheng screamed sharply, almost unaware of how terrified his voice sounded, “Absolutely not!!!”
Right now, the medium of the Lord was merging with the undying disease.
If a new malevolent poison were injected, who knows what kind of monstrosity it would turn this pot of good soup into!
Dream on!
Wishful thinking!
As long as I’m alive, you can forget it!
“No, absolutely not. Everyone, don’t believe this newcomer’s nonsense!” Lian Cheng roared in anger, “The treatment is at a critical stage. Using something so dangerous without verification, if it worsens…”
“What if it worsens?”
Ji Jue cut him off, his smile growing more mocking, “No matter how bad it gets, the worst outcome is just death, right?”
With those words, all the confused doctors suddenly paused, then a strange light of excitement appeared in their eyes.
As if they were thirsting for it.
Death.
For many, death is the most terrifying thing in the world, but not here.
Here, death is the most luxurious gift!
Under the infection of the undying disease, the patient’s soul and flesh mutate and merge, doomed to wail eternally until the moment of complete annihilation.
Forever, without release!
But now… a shortcut to death had appeared before their eyes?
It was like gospel!
Yes, the newcomer’s abilities had been witnessed by all.
And this syringe looked absolutely lethal.
Why not give it a try?
What if?
Maybe the patient would really die!
Why not try?
Only by trying can you die—
Starting with the dean, one by one, the doctors gathered around, bowing their heads in reverence, staring fervently at the syringe in Ji Jue’s hand, almost ready to worship it.
“No!”
Veins bulged on Lian Cheng’s face, his expression shifting uncontrollably, instinctively arguing, “What if the treatments conflict? Without verification, rashly changing the method will only lead to failure! I disagree—”
But the moment he finished speaking, a chill ran through his heart.
Uncontrollable trembling.
As if he had made a crucial, irreversible mistake.
The other foot had finally stepped off the cliff…
At that moment, he saw Ji Jue’s smile again.
So gentle and joyful.
Like looking at a specimen waiting on the operating table for its blessing…
“That’s exactly why we need verification.”
He raised the syringe, pointing at the stunned Lian Cheng, finally revealing his true intent, “Before applying it to the patient, isn’t there a perfect clinical test subject right here?”
At this moment, within the time rift, aside from the patients, wasn’t there one who had accepted the undying disease and the same treatment?
Silence fell abruptly.
When Ji Jue pointed the syringe forward, all the doctors turned stiffly, like puppets, their smiles still on their faces, their crimson eyes glowing.
Looking at the crucial test subject.
The living sacrifice who had willingly stepped onto the altar.
—Lian Cheng!!!
Yes, yes, yes!
The doctors rejoiced, the mutants cheered, sobbed, and wept with relief.
Isn’t there one right here?
Isn’t there a unique test subject and opportunity right here?!
Under Ji Jue’s guidance and push, step by step, Lian Cheng had walked onto the altar, turning himself into an experimental subject.
In his despair, he realized he had literally become [irreplaceable]!
From the very beginning, this was the other’s goal!
The moment he nodded in the meeting room, it was already destined—this moment of eternal damnation!
“Gulp…”
Lian Cheng’s face alternated between green and pale, swallowing hard.
When he looked at Ji Jue, his eyes couldn’t hide the fear and… pleading?
But now, one after another, massive shadows rose under the lights, covering his face, blocking all hope and illusions.
“Are you wondering if we can reconcile?”
Ji Jue raised the syringe, flicking it slightly to expel the air bubbles, “You can ask, you can hope, but sadly, no matter how many times you ask, the answer will always be the same.”
Sorry, no.
It’s too late.
From the moment you clowns sent the time rift to Cliff City… the express train to hell had already departed for you!
Now, the train has arrived on time.
All passengers, please gather your belongings and disembark in an orderly manner, to receive the warm welcome of the locals, and perhaps, eternal despair and torment.
“Let’s begin.”
At that moment, with Ji Jue’s smile, the swarming doctors surrounded Lian Cheng, cheering, praising, and thanking him for his sacrifice once more.
Ignoring his struggles and resistance, they forcibly strapped him back into the electric chair.
Then, his neck, hands, feet, and body.
The shackles and chains locked tightly once more.
Finally, the raised syringe expelled the last droplet.
The shadow cast on his twisted face was monstrous.
“Don’t worry, don’t be afraid.”
Ji Jue comforted him one last time, the cold needle piercing the skin and veins of his wrist, “After this shot, all you’ll think about is sacrificing yourself and saving lives.”
In that instant, the syringe was pushed all the way in.
The Frenzied Slaughter’s Poison, fully injected.
And then, what followed… was a wailing symphony unlike anything even hell had ever heard!
(End of Chapter)