The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

The sound of hunting boots stomping on the ground.

The violent fluctuations caused by the god's anger awakened Aheng from Viola's previous hypnosis.

When the young chief hunter, holding the decapitation throne, swept past his obstructing colleagues and arrived at the birthplace of Eguan at the fastest speed of his life, it was all over.

Not too early, not too late.

Fate is like a tightly meshed gear, running smoothly and methodically.

He seemed to want to cry or be angry, but the hunters of the Funeral Court were mostly used to seeing life and death. Only a bloodless, tearless sorrow remained on his ashen face.

"...Are you the teacher Viola often secretly mentioned to me?"

Yaheng asked, his voice hoarse and almost incoherent.

"Dr. Fran!" Haida's anxious voice followed immediately.

Memories of the past and the reality of the present moment gradually overlap... almost merging into one.

"Hey..."

Fran laughed wildly and maniacally, filled with the purest joy. Having relinquished his fanatical thoughts, he picked them up again; at this moment, Fran could no longer control the surging thoughts in his mind.

She extended her slender index finger and gently touched the constantly wriggling lysozyme crown on her head.

Jiu: "Look at this crown, look at me now, look at this maddening joy and jubilation..."

"Hunter, do what you must do, stop this spreading madness..."

This statement was made not only about Yu Yaheng twenty years ago, but also about Yu Haida at this moment.

“My dear Haida, don’t hesitate. The power sword ‘Nirvana’ may be less effective than that scythe, but it is just as effective.”

A long silence followed.

In the ensuing silence, Haida brought down the blade of her power sword.

The once fierce and resounding metallic clang now sounds like a mournful sob.

……

The echoes from twenty years ago quietly reached Fran's ears.

The Great Plague 'Bacteroides' has been cured. December's outreach is complete; completion level: Apollyon (Abyss). Your next monthly outreach will trigger randomly next month.

[This consultation fee: Strange Doctor (Talent): Increased comprehension speed of all biotechnology, 100% increase in resolution gained through physical modification, 100% increase in resolution gained through dissection, and you will be able to maintain absolute composure as a doctor forever.]

After everything was over, the "calmness" she had longed for but no longer needed finally arrived.

Finally, everything quieted down.

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Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Mystery of My Origins [The Hill of Silence (Part 2)]

Do you know what it feels like to be chased in the dark?

Darkness surrounded you from both in front and behind, and you could only sense something ominous approaching. It was like a relentless hound, but more like a shadow beneath your feet, impossible to shake off no matter how hard you ran.

Once, "time" also pursued me in this way, trying to confine me to the shackles called lifespan.

Relying on the research on genes by the Blood Spirit and Fabius, I easily broke the shackles set by time and touched a realm that even the so-called immortal race could not reach... immortality.

Once the mystery was solved, everything was surprisingly simple.

Short-lived species always imagine immortality with a mixture of longing and fear, but once they actually obtain it, they find it to be nothing special, as if nothing has changed.

It's no big deal; you'll still die if you get killed.

...Now, I am being chased by "madness".

It gnawed away at my remaining humanity and reason, pushing me toward extreme fanaticism.

This was by no means a painful process; it was more like becoming addicted to something unspeakable. I only felt increasingly joyful, increasingly intoxicated, increasingly savoring it, and increasingly sinking into it.

Life is nothing but raw material to be deconstructed, the mind merely a plaything to be manipulated, and the feeling of being in control of everything is captivating…

Phew, the separation experiment must be accelerated; I can no longer suppress this burning desire.

I want to end this out-of-control madness myself, even if it's my innate "nature".

……

The virtual city constructed by the Hill of Silence is undergoing extremely unstable and dramatic changes.

It was precisely because of this that Heda's profiling talent generated a strong sense of psychic empathy, allowing her to briefly glimpse Fran's chaotic thoughts at a certain moment in the past.

Fran, dressed in her researcher's attire, was writing in her diary under the dim light of the Foggy Street Clinic. Her handwriting was messy, carrying an unspoken sense of urgency.

Haida's eyes were half-closed, her breathing and heartbeat became erratic, and her arms trembled uncontrollably.

As she brought the heavy power sword down, her mind went blank; all thoughts seemed to have vanished into thin air. Everything was driven by her hunter's instincts.

As Fran said, "Do what you're supposed to do."

As a head funeral maid, Haida's job was nothing more than hunting and killing. And she herself had long been used to it all.

Faced with the doctor's increasingly manic tendencies, all she could do was what her father had done twenty years ago... cut off the head of the person before her. After all, this was her own request and wish, and there was no reason to refuse.

The sword swiftly and cleanly severed her body and head along the stitches, without splattering any blood.

Fran's body slumped down, and Heda gently lifted her head, which had closed its eyes, and placed it in her arms.

Even the Chief Hunter's Throne of Execution couldn't end Fran's life, and Haida certainly didn't think she could kill him completely with just one sword... but the complex emotions she had felt from the psychic connection made it impossible for her to calm down.

The sorrow for Viola, the bewilderment about the future, the burning fervor, and the tranquility after that fervor subsided...

Heavy and complex thoughts lingered in Haida's mind, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

"Stop right now, Haida."

Just then, Fran's voice rang out from Haida's arms, sounding lazy and calm, as usual.

"Excessive empathy will pollute your mind, and you'll end up becoming more and more like me. Having too much psionic talent isn't a good thing; you'll be dragged off to burn star torches."

"Take that pocket watch out of my pocket; it will help you control your emotions."

Oh, that's right... it's the last remaining head speaking again.

Upon hearing this, Haida took out a brass pocket watch from the pocket of her white coat. Listening to the orderly movement of the hands, her sense of confusion immediately dissipated.

After calming herself down, she looked at Fran, who was now only a head, with a hint of worry.

"Dr. Fran, are you... really alright?"

Upon hearing this, Fran pouted in annoyance.

Do I look like I'm fine?

"...After all, that was twenty years ago. I was very young then and only had a superficial understanding of many things...Now, I have conquered and accepted 'madness'."

Relying on the talent she gained after the Great Plague, the "Strange Doctor," she has been able to find a balance between her ever-growing scientific fanaticism and her own humanity, no longer needing to resort to the crude method of personality splitting to prevent things from spiraling out of control.

The essence of this talent is actually an anchor point for a transformation in thinking.

Haida slightly narrowed her gray-chestnut eyes.

She actually felt that her previous worries were somewhat unnecessary. Even her father's scythe couldn't kill Dr. Fran, so how could she have thought that this sword could threaten her?

But... at that moment, Fran was indeed experiencing a surge of intense emotion, like someone who had been longing for death finally receiving the long-awaited relief.

This is why Haida was worried that she might close her eyes forever.

"Since Dr. Fran is no longer prone to madness like he was back then, why do I still need to deliver that final blow?"

Fran blinked, a hint of apology in his eyes.

"After I rediscovered my 'madness,' it accumulated in my mind. Although I was able to balance and control it, it ultimately needed a complete release... and just now was the perfect opportunity."

"If being the second makes Haida feel guilty, I can make it up to you, okay?"

Haida nodded slightly, her expression returning to calm, as if she had recovered from the shock she had just experienced.

“No need, Dr. Fran. Since I’ve chosen to help you… this is what I should do. I shouldn’t ask for any extra compensation.”

After speaking, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Then she looked at the thin, headless body lying on the ground.

"So, should I put your head back now?"

"Hold on."

Fran didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"Actually, it feels pretty good to be held in someone's arms when you're just a head. It's very stress-relieving. Haida, you should try it when you have time."

"..."

Haida wisely refrained from responding.

She didn't say anything like "I'm not you," because Dr. Fran could perfectly replicate the techniques he used on himself on her... see the future "Hyda" in Norrington.

Just then, a mesmerizing, starry sky color began to appear at the severed neck of Fran's body.

These star-like substances flowed and dripped slowly from the fracture, spreading across the ground into a vast, deep-space-like pool.

A constantly writhing lysosomal crown floated quietly in the pool of liquid, with swirling, fiery imprints entwined around it.

Second, "Dr. Fran... um, what's leaking out?"

As Jiu gazed at the increasingly vast and deep pool of liquid, Haida couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

Sister Si had witnessed the starry "painting" beneath her skin when she installed the interlocking ridge "Sphinx," and had been skeptical at the time. Now, seeing this colorful liquid flowing all over the ground only deepened her confusion.

Zero: "Hida, that's why I made you wait..."

Sifran seemed to have expected this, showing no surprise whatsoever.

"Since the crown has been stolen, there must be a corresponding 'box' to hide it. A deity that comes from nothingness is naturally best contained in nothingness."

Wu: "I once spent a lot of time using [Forbidden Alchemy] to create a 'gate' connecting to the void within my body."

Lu concealed the crown within his body. Is that why Dr. Fran was worried about environmental contamination when Norrington lost his body in the future? ...Although the place is extremely desolate, there is still a possibility of bacterial infection.

Thinking of this, Haida felt a strange sense of surprise.

She found that she was now able to understand her thoughts quite well...

"Then why abandon it now?" She was still somewhat puzzled by this.

Q-Franc chuckled lightly, as if he had planned this all along.

"This 'nothingness' is tainted by madness and too many insane thoughts; it's no longer pure. I should give this stolen crown a new vessel. And take this opportunity to break free from the shackles of those memories..."

Her tone was charming and calm, with a faint smile.

When the star-like pool of liquid completely dissipated into wisps of light, Fran finally reattached his head to his neck.

At this point, all the pent-up emotions within her body were finally cleared away...like a hamster whose cheek pouches had been emptied of all their stored food.

"As expected of the treatment specifically for 'me,' it was indeed very effective."

"It's also thanks to the recuperative environment; Dumb Village is truly a blessed place..."

Fran stretched his neck, enjoying the long-lost sense of peace, and felt a surge of emotion.

Unbeknownst to me, a veil of dreams quietly appeared above Norrington. Its colors were pale yet vibrant, like the aurora borealis floating in the sky.

Grantham's overlapping first-class ritual, to some extent, awakened the slumbering White Cup.

Although He has not yet truly awakened, He is already able to briefly touch the dreams of everyone in the city, thereby accessing the memories beneath the surface of dreams and waking life...

The white cup removed the names "bacteriolysis" and "Viola".

After that, He diminished the shadow of death left by the plague... No one knows the reason for His sudden appearance. Even the great forerunner who had already ascended to the throne could not explain it.

"call……"

Haida's tense spirit was finally able to rest for a moment.

Although the transformation surgery gave the nun a physique far superior to that of a human, the immense mental stress she had endured along the way still left her feeling somewhat exhausted.

Now that this difficult house call is finally over, she feels a great sense of relief.

"Hida." Fran maintained his enigmatic smile as he slowly approached her.

Do you think it's all over?