Chapter 111: Processing

For two and a half months. Yi Chen’s physique grew once again, the changes and increases in ancient numbers were merely ways for individuals to better understand their physical states, indicating that there had been a substantial breakthrough in the physical body. Unlike the enhancements brought about by intensive training in paradise, all the activities during these two months were real combat, struggling for life against patients, being severely wounded numerous times, and executing kills at critical moments. If the improvement from the intensive training altered the nature of the physique, allowing Yi Chen to acquire the “physical tolerance” and the adaptation and utilization of pain like Zede, officially stepping into the ranks of “physical control.” seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Then this improvement corresponded more to an increase in physical skills, The current Yi Chen could adapt to combat faster, stimulate more of his physical potential during the fight, and carry out more detailed movements to deliver more deadly attacks. Underneath his clothes, his body pulsed rhythmically, muscle groups were arranging and combining in a unique pattern, utilizing energy more efficiently with each muscle group providing greater strength. Huff~ Taking a deep breath! Yi Chen did not indulge in these subtle changes in his body; there were still many issues that needed confirmation and resolution. With one hand, he gently pressed against his right chest, “Little Grape! Are you okay?” “Why are you yelling so loudly? If it weren’t for the Village Chief borrowing external power, I wouldn’t have bothered to help… and moreover, I only gave you 1/100 of my blood, it doesn’t affect me at all. Stop wasting time here and quickly go pick the Village Chief’s grapes!” Seeing such a strong response from Little Grape, there was naturally no need for concern. What needed to be done next was “post-battle processing,” starting with picking up the left arm that the Village Chief broke with a punch, and trying to “reconnect” it to the shoulder fracture site. Although he could not regenerate limbs, Yi Chen could still barely manage this kind of limb reconnection. Sprouts emerged from the wounds and connected the severed arm… Since the joint was shattered and filled with bone fragments, the reconnection process was relatively slow. ℞ÂNỖᛒΕṧ For now, he could only hang the left arm awkwardly, continuing the reconnection while checking on the Village Chief’s condition. It was at that moment, Boom! A disturbance came from the side wall. The girl Lene shot back, with a broken arm but otherwise unharmed. She had a fierce expression, ready to finish off the Village Chief who was barely clinging to life. “Lene, wait a minute!” A single word from Yi Chen stopped the girl midair, and after landing on her feet, she nodded obediently. “Leave the rest to me.” Both of them approached the Village Chief, the Village Chief, half his body (lower limbs intact) sliced diagonally, was kneeling on the ground; from the cut in the body, one could clearly see a “Steel Heart” embedded within, throbbing slowly and weakly. The Village Chief chose to reinforce the core, making the hardness of the heart surpass any other part of the body. Even after Jin’s Red Lotus Explosion, it only cracked a little, maintaining its integrity. He was a pure physical fighter, and now, the umbilical cord was severed, interrupting the supply of the power of new birth. The heart reverted to its pre-explosion damaged state, full of cracks, and the slightest touch would shatter it completely… Besides the severe physical trauma, the Village Chief was more grievously wounded in spirit. Because the umbilical cord was cut, he would never gain the recognition of the “Mother of New Birth,” unable to contact the Church ever again, his efforts dissolving in this moment, completely losing himself. Yi Chen just looked indifferently at the evil man who had led the village to hell, making countless villagers suffer endless pain, without a shred of pity. Smack! His right hand clapped on top of the Village Chief’s head. Plant roots drilled into the skull cavity along the facial features and cut-open cheek. Even so, the Village Chief still knelt on the ground, with no intention of resistance whatsoever. As the “Central Tasting” was about to begin, perhaps it was the root tendrils moving through the brain, touching certain nerves that made the Village Chief remember something, and his previously vacant eyes gradually regained focus. However, the Village Chief’s shifting gaze did not look toward Yi Chen but instead rested on the young girl beside him. He seemed to remember something but couldn’t quite articulate it. Seeing the Village Chief’s response, Yi Chen considered the possibility that the other might have a desperate thought, and naturally did not dare to neglect… Whoosh! The root tendrils pierced deep into the brain. The Village Chief’s eyes dimmed again, and Yi Chen read a large number of Memory Fragments, rapidly integrating and analyzing them in his mind. Village Chief Kaldi was born a stonemason and often helped the villagers build and even maintain their houses for free, continuing to offer selfless assistance even after becoming the Village Chief. Until one day, while helping with construction work, he accidentally fell from a roof four meters high, and while everyone was preparing to take him to the village doctor’s house, the Village Chief got up as if nothing happened and went home on his own… And the place where he fell had a big pit smashed into it, even the cobblestones were crushed. Back at home, the Village Chief took off his clothes. His muscular and robust body was bizarrely covered with a layer of stone. This was clearly a manifestation of “Pathological,” and the petrification of the skin showed a tendency to spread all over the body. He dared not reveal this to his fellow villagers. In the Village Chief’s mind, once the fact that he was afflicted with the disease became known to the villagers, they would immediately shed their friendly masks and drive him out of the village with pitchforks in hand. As the petrification worsened day by day, this thought took deep root in the Village Chief’s mind. Until one day. A group of outsiders who called themselves the “Regeneration Church” came to the village, and the leading Bishop spoke privately with the Village Chief, pointing out that he suffered from an illness called “Stone Skin Disease.” But the Bishop offered a completely different perspective, in his words, illness was not a bad thing but rather a “Mark,” a “Mark” left by the new world to select its new inhabitants. In other words, the Village Chief was a chosen one and need not worry about being Pathological at all. This world would become Pathological sooner or later, and by then, as Patients, they would become the first inhabitants of the new world. He also hoped that the Village Chief would assist them with some matters, and if successful, the Village Chief would receive a higher promotion… and the villagers would also receive the corresponding “Mark,” welcoming the coming of the new world together. The Bishop’s words were bewitching, and the Village Chief ultimately agreed to collaborate with the Church. The result was the tragedy unfolding before them. Additionally, Yi Chen gleaned some important information from the Chief’s recent memories. The Village Chief had personally cut off the “swollen pouch bag” containing gold and handed it over to a mysterious person wrapped in a black church robe, also the very same one who pierced through his own chest, crushing his heart. As Yi Chen continued to try and read memories related to the Church or to the umbilical cord, the images began to blur and became unclear, unable to capture valuable information, as if blocked by some special technique of the Church. “No wonder the Village Chief’s Pathological condition and the ‘Combination Disease’ manifested in the village were different, it turns out that he had contracted another type of illness, ‘Stone Skin Disease,’ prior to contact with the Church. Is it from prolonged contact with stone or an obsession with stone, leading to a mental and Physical Transformation?” No matter what, the Village Chief’s issues had been settled. Next would be stepping into the Church to see exactly what these people wanted to do. “Jin must still be alive.” The tasting completed, the Brain Marrow Fluid of the Severe Patient provided Yi Chen with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and left him in optimal condition. Recalling the final blow of the battle, in addition to the Essence Blood supply provided by little grape, there was also an assisting external force, though very faint, it suppressed the Village Chief’s rebirth. It was a strand of Moonlight that had slipped into the underground space. Yi Chen looked towards the ceiling, covered in roots and rock layers, where the strand of Moonlight had long since disappeared. Feeling the faint luminescence lingering on the axe blade, and the waves of chill… Yi Chen thought of an individual who sent shivers down his spine. “Moon Scar?”