The storm engulfed the fleet, bringing heavy rain and thunder, like thousands of crows circling in the gray clouds, mourning the death.
"So..."
The plague doctor's voice echoed.
"The ultimate goal of both 'sublimation' and 'evolution' is 'ascension', to become some unknown, greater existence. The two just have different ways of achieving the goal."
The cabin was shaking violently, but the plague doctor's figure was as steady as a rock. His hands were not affected at all, and he cut the flesh beneath him accurately.
Every time the knife fell, a low whine was heard, and more blood spilled onto the operating table.
This is a great time. The plague doctor likes this kind of weather. It looks terrible, but in this environment, he can deeply appreciate the grandeur of the world.
This world is far more beautiful than what we see.
"So what does the 'upgrading' at the end of both look like?"
The plague doctor muttered softly. He was the only one in the cabin, and the dying guy under him who could hardly be considered a human being.
Most of his body had been replaced by countless pieces of demonic flesh and blood. In his opened chest, strange scarlet organs were wriggling. The infusion stand was filled with blood bags, which contained diluted, inferior secret blood, used to maintain the target's life in this dying situation.
"Ah... it's so complicated."
The epidemic doctor couldn't figure it out. It was a somewhat strange paradox, just like people couldn't know what they didn't know, and couldn't imagine colors they didn't know.
Due to his ignorance of the "upgrade", the epidemic doctor was troubled for a long time and found it difficult to picture the mysterious scene in his mind.
The body beneath him breathed rapidly, the heart in his chest beating violently, accompanied by coughing up blood.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The plague doctor put his thoughts aside and asked with concern.
Assumptions are always just assumptions, and only practice can reveal the truth. The doctor does not know what the end of the "upgrade" will look like. All he can do is conduct experiments based on his own ideas to verify the existence of the unknown.
The creature on the operating table gasped in pain. It seemed to be dying. It struggled hard and tightened the shackles. The blood bag could be seen shrinking rapidly and the secret blood was being sucked out of the body.
"Are you out of control? Has the blood and flesh ratio broken the balance, or have you been completely eroded?"
The plague doctor was not nervous at all. He seemed to have faced this situation many times. The lights swayed, illuminating the deeper part of the cabin, where countless hideous and deformed bodies were piled up. The flowing blood had solidified on the ground, and their empty eyes were scattered blankly.
“Do you still have self-awareness?”
The creature struggled violently. The threat of death aroused its primitive instincts. The plague doctor pulled open its eyelids and carefully observed its gradually dilating pupils.
The will of the mortal began to collapse, from the inside out, completely transforming into a dark and turbid soul.
"You are being corroded into a demon. As expected... Not everyone has such a strong willpower to last until the end of the operation."
The plague doctor shook his head in disappointment.
He was not sure what the end point of "evolution" would be. The plague doctor tried to replicate the surgery he performed on himself on the human body. He had technology and materials far beyond what was available at the time, but he overlooked the biggest point.