America: The Cremator

"Bang--!"

A dull, loud thud pierced the rain.

The SUV crashed head-on into a solid concrete base, and the entire front of the vehicle instantly collapsed inward, like a crushed soda can.

"Stop the car! Help!"

As Elena gave the order, the Panda armored vehicle came to a steady stop next to the wrecked vehicle.

The car door opened, and Elena jumped out first, followed closely by four soldiers who quickly established a cordon around the wrecked SUV.

Elena walked quickly to the car. The engine compartment at the front of the car had completely collapsed and deformed, and was constantly emitting white smoke mixed with water vapor. All four airbags had also deployed.

Together with the soldiers, she pulled open the deformed rear door of the car, and the head of an FBI agent rolled out with a thud, leaving only a headless corpse inside the car. The wound on the neck was gruesome, as if someone had forcibly twisted off the head like a bottle cap.

Another soldier violently broke open the passenger door and dragged Agent Anthony, who was in a deep coma, out of his seat.

"Captain, this one is still breathing!"

"Get him into the car!"

Elena gave the order and then turned her gaze to the driver's seat.

With great effort, she pulled open the cockpit door, which had been jammed shut by the impact, and dragged the young man trapped between the steering wheel and the seat out.

This is a young man with an Asian face, tall and thin, with a grayish-yellow complexion caused by long-term malnutrition, but his facial features are quite good.

Elena quickly checked him over and found that apart from some abrasions on his forehead, he had almost no other serious external injuries.

If anyone is most likely to continue fighting against the supernatural and eventually drive it away... it can only be this young man with the least injuries.

Just as the soldiers were about to carry him away, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

Elena immediately bent down and moved closer to him.

"Sir, can you hear me?"

The young man struggled to raise one hand, as if trying to grasp something; his lips moved, emitting faint but clear sounds.

"listen to me……"

Elena's expression instantly became extremely serious. She immediately activated the miniature recorder clipped to her chest pocket, preparing to record what could be important information about that C-class anomaly.

"I'm listening, please tell me! What happened in the car just now? Did you drive it away?"

The young man seemed to have used all his strength to finish speaking his last words, albeit haltingly.

"Please...please take me to...Harborview Medical Centre..."

"I'm there...I have health insurance..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's head lolled to the side, and he completely lost consciousness.

The soldier next to Alina, holding a tactical flashlight, froze on the spot, unsure of how to react.

"Captain, this..."

Elena's serious expression froze for a moment, then she raised her hand to turn off the recorder and let out a long sigh.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"Get him in the car and take him to that damn hospital."

Then, Elena rubbed her temples.

A pale, emaciated, extremely young person who works as a cremator and whose first thought upon waking is about medical insurance... Can such a person really ward off the supernatural?

Perhaps there are other reasons behind the bizarre escape.

……

Su Long's consciousness slowly rose from a chaotic darkness, and the scene before him gradually solidified from blurry spots of light, finally locking onto a clear white ceiling.

He could feel the softness of the mattress beneath him, and the slightly stiff texture of the blankets covering him, which had been treated with industrial detergents.

The air was filled with the distinctive, slightly sweet and fishy smell of disinfectant.

This is a hospital!

He suddenly sat up in bed, the movement aggravating the muscles that were sore from the impact, but he didn't care and his eyes immediately swept to the bedside table.

Next to the landline phone on the cabinet, a small plastic label is stuck in the gap of the base, with a line of blue artistic lettering printed on it.

Harborview Medical Center

Upon seeing this name, Su Long's tense nerves finally relaxed. He leaned back against the headboard and let out a long breath.

Just then, the white curtain next to the hospital bed was pulled open with a "whoosh".

A man carrying a plastic water cup walked in. He went straight to the window and widened the gap in the blinds, letting the dim morning light into the room.

"Dude, you're finally awake? You're really lucky to be alive."

Su Long raised his head and looked at the man.

He was around thirty years old, with a stocky build, wearing a gray T-shirt with the Harley-Davidson logo and black work pants, and a face that looked somewhat rough from years of working outdoors.

"Wells," Suron's voice was hoarse from dehydration, "you finally decided to come."

"I'm so glad I wasn't by your side last night, Sue." Wells shook his head, a hint of lingering fear on his face. He walked over and handed Sue the water glass in his hand.

"Thank God you survived that scene."

Su Long took the water glass, his chapped lips eagerly bringing it to the rim, and poured the icy liquid into his mouth.

The next second, an indescribable, excruciating pain exploded in his mouth and throat.

It didn't feel like drinking water; it felt more like pouring an entire bottle of highly concentrated capsaicin solution down your throat. The burning, stinging sensation traveled down your esophagus, and the mucous membranes along the way screamed in agony.

"Wow!"

He suddenly spat out the liquid in his mouth, the clear liquid splashing onto the white sheet and quickly spreading into a wet patch.

Physiological tears welled up uncontrollably from his eyes, and a violent cough made him arch his back.

Wells was startled by his sudden reaction, his face filled with surprise and confusion.

"Hey, Sue, what's wrong?"

Su Long clutched his throat, feeling as if his voice had been sanded clean: "What did you pour for me?"

"It's just water," Wells replied, puzzled.

Su Long picked up the glass of water, which was still more than half full, and looked at the clear, transparent liquid inside. The intense burning sensation still lingered in his mouth.

"Is this fucking water?"

Wells took the glass from him, dipped his index finger into the water, and then tasted it.

"It's just regular drinking water, Su." He clicked his tongue, even more confused. "What's going on? Is there something wrong with your sense of taste? Let me pour you another glass."

Watching Wells walk away with his water glass, Su Long leaned against the headboard, silently calling out to the system panel.

A string of pale blue characters appeared in his field of vision.

[Using the Primal Fire to scorch the eerie Rain Maiden, freeing some of the imprisoned vengeful spirits, gained 5 experience points; acquired the entry: Gift of Blood Rain (Fragmented).]

[You have borne the resentment of the eerie Rain Maiden and gained the entry: Hatred of Rain ★.]

Su Long frowned as he looked at the few lines of settlement information, and immediately turned his attention to his own entry panel.

【The Gift of Blood Rain (Fragmented)】

Category: Blessing.

Description: The host will gain the ability to manipulate their own blood (currently, this ability is extremely weak).

Comment: Blood flows upward, intelligence surpasses Einstein; blood flows downward, virility rivals the strongest nail.

Note: Continuing to burn or incinerate the woman's body in the rain will increase the entry's star rating.

Manipulating blood?

Su Long's heart stirred. He tried to sense and mobilize the blood in his body, imagining it flowing faster or converging in a certain place.

However, nothing happened.

There was no abnormal feedback from his body; his blood continued to flow smoothly according to its natural circulatory system.

Undeterred, Su Long tried to concentrate his mind on a certain part of his body in an attempt to awaken the so-called "golden spear," but to no avail.

Is this entry too weak because it's incomplete, or is it because I haven't mastered the correct usage?

Su Long temporarily abandoned his research and turned his attention to the next newly acquired entry.

【The Hatred of Rain and Water★】

Type: Curse.

Description: In retaliation for the severe burns inflicted upon you, the Rain Lady has attached her resentment to you. When the host comes into contact with any form of pure water, drinking water, or natural rainwater, it will cause intense burning sensations and pain.

Review: Every drop of water is poison aimed at you!

Note: Continuing to burn or incinerate the woman's body in the rain will lower the entry's star rating or remove the entry altogether.

It turned out to be the case.

After reading the description, Su Long finally understood the source of the sharp pain he had just experienced.

Just then, Wells came back from outside with a fresh glass of water and handed it to Suron.

"Try this. I got it specifically from the water dispenser at the nurses' station."

Su Long looked at the glass of water but didn't reach out to take it. "I suddenly have a craving for a Coke. Could you please go downstairs to the vending machine and buy me a can? Sugar-free, please."

Wells' eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you serious, bro? You just woke up from a car accident, you have fucking uremia, and now you want to drink Coke?"

"Yes, please, Wells, I really need that right now."

Wells stared at him for a few seconds, then shrugged helplessly and turned to walk out of the ward.

Watching Wells leave, Surong once again focused his attention on his system panel.

Five firefly-like points of light are slowly flying around the area of ​​the five-dimensional attribute.

It's time to consider how to allocate these hard-earned experience points.