Chapter 00021: The Realm of Circles
# The Realm of Circles
Chapter 21
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 21: The Realm of Circles
After cooperating with the Security Bureau, the hospital submitted a technical description and overview to Wenwen.
The theory used by the ever-changing insect Lawrence.
Chasing after the heavenly chosen ones of the utmost goodness, who oversee the birth, growth, decline, and death of all living things, this strange technology was developed after years of research.
It is much like farming; various dangerous raw materials are planted in the flesh of living beings.
Through filtering with life and spiritual essence, the impurities are eliminated, completing the blending or extraction process.
Once the right moment arrives, one can harvest the desired results and essence.
In this process, the being that serves as the container for planting the materials is referred to as the "fetus."
The results obtained are called "fruits."
"And just as you suspected, among all the beings that can serve as a 'fetus,' the simplest and most convenient choice is undoubtedly humans," Muller explained in detail over the phone.
"After the invention of this technology, our hospital only attempted a few times before permanently banning the use of humans as 'fetuses.' Even at the hope hospital, this practice is taboo."
"Haha, how interesting!" Wenwen, speeding on her motorcycle, couldn't help but sneer.
"You lot of lunatics actually stored away such a twisted technology?"
"No, no, please don’t misunderstand,” Muller solemnly explained. “It’s simply because, after rigorous verification, using humans as 'fetuses' proved to be highly inefficient and not cost-effective, leading to incredibly severe waste of materials! Aside from a bit of convenience sometimes, it serves no further purpose. Other technologies can achieve similar results to what a normal 'fetus' can create, and using something of a higher caliber as a 'vessel' for the technique would be a true waste!"
Muller said with righteous indignation, "You know with the T5 protocol in place, even at our hospital, materials are not so plentiful that we can waste them carelessly. So, forty years ago, the research direction of the planting technique shifted to other plants and animals. This was also the main reason for Lawrence’s dismissal—he simply did not possess the determination and talent to create a new subject on his own. He was unwilling to abandon his limited expertise and start anew, instead wallowing in outdated methods and theories. After numerous warnings and corrections, he was deemed unqualified for work at our hospital and was let go. As for him mixing with those beasts worshipping disaster in the Dragon Rite Society, that has nothing to do with our hospital.”
After habitually shifting the blame, Muller couldn’t hold back his inner agitation and couldn’t help but sigh, “Ah, I still remember how furious he was when he was dismissed. He claimed he would come back one day with brand new achievements and step all over us old-timers. To be honest, I was looking forward to seeing what breakthrough he could achieve. Unfortunately, the possibilities seem slim now… But after all these years, he must have grown into quite an excellent material, right?”
On the other end of the phone, a muffled sound, as if someone was swallowing, emerged.
The collaborator, who had transformed into an unknown form, could not hide their thirst: “If you could be so kind, please leave us a sample, of course, it would be even better if it’s alive. We can negotiate the price!”
“Let’s see how lucky he is!” Wenwen’s voice was cold.
The roaring motorcycle sped past the traffic, easily leaving behind all pursuers and obstacles in a rumble like thunder.
At this moment, everything finally came into view from the fog.
The Dragon Rite Society's followers, obsessed with devolution and the power of calamities, Lawrence, engrossed in the planting technique and bloodthirsty disease, and the long-term plan of secretly cultivating and spreading infections… Everything they did was to select the most suitable 'fetus' from the countless people!
Now, like destiny itself, the 'fetus' he longed for, no, it was like a divine gift—a 'vessel'—appeared before him when he least expected it.
Ten years ago, during the calamity of Tide Flame, the cursed individuals it left behind.
Among the despair, pain, and resentment of thousands, only one survivor remained.
—Ji Jue!
In the vast, nearly silent hospital plaza, the dim light of dusk illuminated all.
All ordinary people had fainted at the moment the planting technique activated, utterly defenseless.
Above in the sky, strands of crimson twisted and turned, wriggling down at the call of the controller.
The distant wails and roars could not be heard.
When a farmer decides to harvest, the frail, neglected branches quietly wither away in the darkness, only to have the rotten fruit fall to the ground, fermenting into a sinful sweetness.
Again, in the hospital, again beneath dusk, Lawrence gazed at the scene before him, slightly dazed.
The embarrassment he felt when he was thrown out of that rigid place now transformed into joy.
After painstakingly toiling for so long, he was finally about to harvest results; he could hardly contain himself from singing a song.
Sadly, an incessant clamor nagged at his ears.
“Hey man, take it easy, easy! My hand, does this thing infect?”
“Seriously dude, there’s no need for this, really!”
“Did you eat several dishes? Why make such a big fuss?”
“You can still run; it's not too late. The security bureau folks look tough, especially that leader, strong, pretty, and well-endowed! Trust me, you can’t take her on!”
“You can’t seriously be thinking I’d hook you up, right? No, please! I’m the sort who will mess my pants when scared. Really, oh no, I can’t hold it….”
“Why still playing with tentacles? Bro, you’ve got some heavy tastes!”
Clearly, this guy had enough anesthetic to sleep until tomorrow, yet he suddenly woke up again in less than ten minutes.
At this moment, countless distorted spiritual essences, falling from the sky, twisted and intertwined like a giant tree, ensnaring him as if a monster opened its gaping maw.
Then, the endless blood-colored spiritual essence completely fused with Ji Jue’s body!
The immense amount of distorted spiritual essence that would rapidly corrupt ordinary people merely shocked him from his dreams; this unparalleled resistance against deformation equated him with an extraordinary chosen one!
“No doubt he is the cursed vessel to survive the Tide Flame disaster!”
Lawrence pushed up his blood-stained glasses, hoarsely praising, “Ji Jue, truly you are exceptional among millions! You are flawless!”
“Ah, right, right…” Ji Jue choked on his words, awkwardly nodding, “I can sell you hooks too. Dude, I’m easy to deal with, just leave me a way out, please.”
Lawrence’s smile froze.
He took back his words.
Only this mouth was truly annoying!
Crack!
At that moment, with Lawrence's wave, the bizarre giant tree woven from countless threads suddenly surged.
As the enormous wave of spiritual essence transformed and poured into Ji Jue, he was swallowed entirely, failing to let out a single sound.
It felt like falling.
From a daze, swallowed by endless crimson.
The last sound heard was the thundering roar from afar.
Like the roar of a motorcycle engine.
Boom!!!
As the walls crumbled, countless plumes of dust soared into the air.
The reality barrier painstakingly crafted by Lawrence was suddenly torn open by the impact of that motorcycle!
The nearly burned wheels rolled over the shattered flowerbeds and stones, leaving behind dark scorch marks.
In the final, harsh sounds, all abruptly ceased.
The slender, tall figure finally rose from the motorcycle.
“No need for that; leave this to me. You all don’t have to worry.”
She commanded her subordinates on the other end of the phone: “Xiao Tong has no combat capability, go support Old Zhang. As for An Ran, feel free to act as you wish. Identify every anchor point and uproot all parasites left by the planting technique!”
With that, she hung up the phone.
Heading forward.
“I knew it; there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.”
With cold eyes, she glanced at the man who once kindly provided her with clues, her expression unchanged: “You really went behind my back to do such a big thing right under my nose.”
“What are you talking about? I’ve been at Ji Ci Hospital for over six years. I came here slightly more than five years before you,” Lawrence adjusted his glasses, a smile appearing on his broken face. “You came really fast… Pity it’s too late.”
As soon as his words landed, the strange giant tree trembled again.
The enormous crown, nearly covering the sky, expanded once more, and within the countless wriggling crimson spiritual essences, countless lights shimmered, resembling blooming flowers!
In the data provided by the Hope Hospital, Lawrence had delved into the planting technique, which held little potential for exploration, and established a breakthrough after many years.
Long before the Empire's Flower Moon massacre, he demonstrated wide-area interference, enveloping the entire town within the range of the planting technique to achieve large-scale corruption and mutation.
Now, those distorted spiritual essences, seized and drained by the bloodthirsty disease strains, erupted from the giant tree, nearly shrouding half of the Northern District!
Despair, pain, wails, cries, numbness…
Countless cries rose once again.
This was the result he had gathered over the years, hiding in Canyun City, extracting materials from the shadows—achievements seized from the dead by the bloodthirsty disease parasitic strains!
Even more came from within this Ji Ci Hospital...
So ridiculous, yet so fascinating.
Lawrence couldn’t help but want to applaud; no matter how many times he watched this act, it never got old.
Short of doctors, medicines, equipment, and funds, even plasma could not be provided… Lacking everything necessary to live.
In this hospital, which struggled to survive on donations, all one could witness daily in the treatment rooms, corridors, and on patients was tragedy.
Again, painful chemotherapy, again waiting full of hope, again the sorrow after quotas fell through.
No connections, no saviors, no money.
The so-called lifeline was merely a mirage on the horizon; to those with nothing, the so-called ‘possibility of recovery’ was an endless hell of suffering!
When everything reached its end, the only thing turned to ash in the incinerator was the long-since drained shell taken by the parasites.
What Lawrence ultimately snatched from the deceased was the crystallization of despair!
Now, pain took root in the soil.
Bloom!
The giant tree expanded, swelling, stretching outward, like the palm of a dying person reaching out from hell, desperately trying to drag everything within reach down with it.
Then, everything came to an abrupt halt—
Slowing, stopping, reversing!
Right before that figure.
Wenwen.
She finally raised her hand, removing her windbreaker glasses.
Within her eyes, the blue and purple illusions silently swirled, overlooking everything.
And then, as if a different realm had descended.
From the gaze of those eyes, countless crystals burst forth from the soil and bricks!
Like a jungle formed of crystal, intertwining and surrounding the entire hospital, crushing the remaining barriers and swallowing everything whole!
(End of Chapter)