Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

In the hospital ward, a dazed man with disheveled hair sat on the bed like a corpse.

"Tetsuro Mukoda, do you remember who I am?"

The man in the white coat brought his face close to the dazed man's and pointed at himself with a pen, asking him a question.

"Who are you……"

Hearing the doctor's question, the corpse-like man remained seated, his eyes slowly focusing as he tried to recall his current situation in his chaotic mind.

The doctor showed no impatience whatsoever, sitting quietly by the bedside waiting for the patient's reply.

Time passed silently, second by second. More than eight minutes passed before the man seemed to remember something, and his dazed eyes gradually regained their clarity.

"Was it a doctor? I'm sorry, I can't remember your name. This time, in my dream, I was desperately swimming on an endless, deep ocean, but my body would often sink due to exhaustion. The light would become less and less, and the water would become darker and darker. The feeling of suffocation would never end until I swam back to the surface. It lasted for about... twelve years."

"I see. It's been extended by another two years. Is there really no limit to the length of your dreams? Your REM sleep time is only a brief moment. How can the human brain create a continuous memory spanning more than ten years in a single instant?"

"Think about it again. Isn't it possible that you misjudged the length of the dream and instinctively filled in a non-existent, long period of time?"

The young doctor gripped his pen tightly and tapped his forehead repeatedly with the pen cap.

He didn't bother introducing himself, since Mr. Mukoda would forget about it again once he woke up.

"I guarantee that every single moment of those twelve years is absolutely true and true."

"Doctor, is there really no effective treatment for my illness?"

He really didn't want to experience those hellish days in his dream again. If it weren't for his strong will, he probably would have committed suicide when he woke up last time.

"...I will try my best."

The doctor, saying things he himself didn't believe, was about to leave the ward with a pained expression.

What could he do? He was just an ordinary doctor, not some famous medical guru.

He consulted his gray-haired teacher about this illness. After the teacher examined him, he went to consult his teacher's teacher, who was already halfway to the grave. Then, his teacher's teacher and a group of elderly people held a meeting and discussed the matter for a long time without reaching a conclusion.

The final conclusion is that there's really no way to treat it; from now on, this disease will be called Tetsuro Mukoda Syndrome.

As the doctor was pondering, his hand had just touched the doorknob when the door to the ward was opened by the person outside.

"Hello, Tetsuro Mukoda, I have a way to cure you."

The visitor was dressed casually, with a bright and sunny smile, and spoke directly to the point.

The doctor looked at the young man in front of him, who resembled neither a fellow doctor nor a charlatan, and his brows slowly furrowed.

Who the hell is this guy, talking so arrogantly? Even my teacher can't understand this disease, where do you get the confidence to say you can cure it?

Wait a minute, something's not right. The more I look at this young man, the more familiar he seems. I seem to instinctively not want to question him.

That's weird.

Upon hearing Xia Jie's words, Tetsuro Mukoda, lying on his sickbed, showed little change in expression. At this point, he had long since given up hope of recovering.

He's still alive only because he really doesn't want to die.

Oh well, the person in front of me seems to suit him quite well; he seems like the kind of guy I could be best buddies for life.

Even if he's a scammer, just consider it as him making a fool of himself. He's already in this state, so let's try anything, even if it's a long shot.

After recalling how to speak to a stranger in the real world outside of the nightmare, the man on the hospital bed looked at Xia Jie and organized his thoughts:

"May I ask who you are...?"

"Healed."

Xia Jie did not answer. He opened his right hand, and a small, transparent crystal appeared in his previously empty hand.

"I have removed the essence of 'Long Dream' from your brain. I wish you sweet dreams tonight, my friend."

"what?"

"What do you mean?"

Ignoring Dr. Mukoda's questions, Xia Jie completed the remote treatment using the "Etiology Removal" command and turned to leave the ward.

The doctor followed Xia Jie's retreating figure out of the room, but the corridor outside was empty. The morning sunlight, shaped by the Tyndall effect, transformed into scattered rays of light in the corridor.

A few seconds later, a nurse came up from downstairs, and the doctor quickly approached her, gesturing with his hands to show her Xia Jie's height and appearance.

"Miss Reina, when you came up, did you see a handsome young man who was about this tall coming downstairs, or did you hear any footsteps on the stairs?"

He always had a strange feeling that the young man who barged into the ward and talked to himself seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable and mysterious aura.

That aura made him unconsciously want to believe what the young man said, and for some reason, he even had the feeling of a knight pledging loyalty to his monarch or a believer serving a god, and wanted to follow him.

Very normal.

Since Xia Jie went south, although the alluring charm of "my looks and my appearance" that specifically attracted crazy people has dissipated due to the change in worldview, she still retains some basic personal charm.

No.

The nurse shook her head after hearing this and continued walking upstairs.

During the question-and-answer session, Xia Jie, who had been sending instructions to people outside the hospital, had already started shaking people.

Because the challenge space grants the selected world access permissions by default, he can now freely bring people in from the metaverse.

However, the specifics of who to vote for and how many votes to cast still need to be considered.

On another note, if things had unfolded as they did in the original story, the doctor would have found a strange crystal in the remains of Mukoda Tetsuro's brain after he dreamt of "eternity" and his body began to disintegrate.

Without informing her, he secretly gave the crystallized powder to the cowardly Ms. Mashi.

He came from a pure god.

However, Xia Jie has always been lenient with others and lenient with himself. He not only has little moral burden and does not feel morally coerced by the idea that "with great power comes great responsibility," but he also does not make too many demands on others.

Just as he chose to defy the law of causality in the universe where the sun and moon are in the same position, he dislikes the future confined by causality, and naturally he would not use the future plot to judge people in the present who have not yet made mistakes to death.

Although there are still plenty of living crimes like prison academies where those who don't meet the moral standards can never be released.

They are, after all, bad seeds who conduct human experiments; it's not really possible to ignore them.

Once they enter the metaverse, even if these people want to make mistakes, they will be instantly defeated by the integrated network intelligence.

In short, he basically only applies the law of the "present" moment, and does not excessively use the "foresight" of the plot to convict people.

Unless the person being tried is already extremely twisted in their mind, like a traditional magician from Type-Moon.

Even if you kill nine out of ten magicians, there will still be plenty who escape. If all the magicians gathered together, there probably wouldn't be many righteous people left. Therefore, there is no obligation to let magicians live.