Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 662 Breakthrough: I Saw the Truth of the Lower City
[The "god" within the body is beginning to condense—Uh oh?]
[Spirit +7.]
[Pupil power value... Spirit has not reached its limit, pupil power value is locked and cannot be increased!]
"Strength +8, Constitution +5, Spirit +7, a full 20 attribute points in one go! That's almost as good as the base bonus of half an S-grade piece of equipment."

"Especially, the speed of flesh healing increases by 400%."

With a slight thought, Feng Mu flicked his left thumb out, using it to forcefully slash at his wrist, instantly creating a blood groove that was almost visible to the bone.

But almost at the moment the blood was about to seep out, the granulation tissue at the wound began to wriggle, intertwine, and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, her skin was as smooth as ever, without even a single scar.

"Now, limb regeneration might be a stretch, but ordinary superficial wounds will heal completely in the blink of an eye. Isn't that just like those unkillable monsters like the Evil Corpse?"

Feng Mu was deeply shaken. Although he had long guessed that breaking through to the fourth stage of the "True Skill of the Initial Understanding of Flesh and Blood" would bring extremely rich rewards, reality still exceeded his most optimistic estimate.

"I remember the reward when I broke through to the third stage last time was also good, but it was definitely not as exaggerated as this time..."

A glint of light flashed in Feng Mu's eyes, his mind racing.
"Is it because the more you break through in the 'True Technique of the Beginning of Flesh and Blood,' the more astonishing the feedback from the technique itself becomes? Or is it..."

His gaze swept over the line of prompts marked with question marks once more.

"A more likely reason is that this breakthrough unexpectedly allowed me to condense what is known as a god—Er???"

Even though only half the name is shown, what is it called?

Thinking of this, Feng Mu was speechless for a moment, feeling deeply helpless and annoyed by the system's extremely bad practice of leaving blank spaces.

"Giving away only a surname is worse than saying nothing at all! This way, it just leaves people feeling uneasy, keeping them in suspense but with nowhere to find out, it's really..."

He shook his head and sighed, feeling a sense of frustration, like a hundred claws scratching at his heart but unable to find the itch.

Forcibly suppressing this feeling of displeasure, Feng Mo refocused his attention on himself.

The improvement in strength is real, but what follows is a more prominent bottleneck and constraint.

He exhaled a long breath, filled with regret.

"Unfortunately, of my four basic attributes, only strength and agility have broken through a genetic lock."

However, their physical and mental condition, having not yet received the corresponding gene injections, remains firmly locked at 9.999... unable to progress at all.

This means that the 5 points of physique and 7 points of spirit he gained from this breakthrough, as well as some attribute bonuses provided by the newly acquired S-level equipment, are still in a grayed-out "read-only" state.

Like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, it can be seen, but cannot be truly utilized and transformed into immediate combat power.

The fact that pupil power is locked because it is linked to mental attributes is the most direct manifestation of this.

Feng Mu glanced at his attribute panel, which was half locked, and his expression darkened slightly.

It feels like half the money in my bank account has been frozen—I can only look at it but can't spend it?!
This feeling is like having a huge sum of money in your bank account, but most of it has been frozen by the court, so you can only look at it but can't spend it.

This intense sense of constraint and disparity is truly heartbreaking.

A powerful force surged within him, but it was forcibly suppressed by an invisible shackle, making it difficult to unleash its full potential. This suffocating feeling was almost maddening.

Ordinary people simply cannot empathize with Feng Mu's suffering, because ordinary people have neither the power nor the savings!

After a moment's thought, Feng Mu glanced at the inventory in his consciousness space.

To be precise, they were looking at Gene Injection C*1 and Marrow Cleansing Pill*1.

"Should we use this precious Grade C gene injection now to forcibly break through the shackles of a certain attribute?"

Feng Mu was torn between two conflicting thoughts.

Feng Mu was still a little reluctant, after all, this was a C-grade gene injection, not a D-grade gene injection.

Using a C-level lock to unlock a D-level lock seems like a huge loss.

Unless, this one shot can not only break the D-level lock, but also the C-level lock.

This possibility is not entirely nonexistent, but the instructions don't mention it at all, and Feng Mu is not very willing to gamble on such a low-probability event.

"That's it!"

After careful consideration, Feng Mu decided to temporarily suppress the urge to use gene injections immediately.

"Let's see what the specific effects of this last Marrow Cleansing Pill are. Maybe it will have some unexpected miraculous effects? Perhaps it will even break the lock?"

Holding onto this sliver of hope, Feng Mu gently flipped his palm over.

A faint light flashed, and the next moment, a crystal-clear pill the size of a longan, as clear as amethyst glass, lay quietly in his palm.

The surface of the elixir was smooth and warm, with a faint, ever-flowing purple aura emanating from it, emitting a delicate fragrance that cleansed the mind and body and was highly desirable.

This Marrow Cleansing Pill, in terms of both appearance and fragrance, seems, perhaps just a placebo effect, to be significantly better than the two I've taken before.

Having gone through two previous drug-taking experiences that resembled "Biohazard," Feng Mu had already accumulated a wealth of experience.

He deftly removed all his clothes and then sat naked on the cold, white porcelain toilet seat.

The old toilet creaked softly, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

toilet:".……"

"The last Marrow Cleansing Pill!!!"

A look of anticipation appeared in Feng Mu's eyes, and then without hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

The moment the pill entered his throat, it did not immediately transform into a warm current as it had the previous two times. Instead, it seemed to be drawn in by some force and sank directly into his dantian, remaining silent for a full three breaths.

Sudden.

A deep, muffled thud, like a muffled thunderclap, suddenly exploded from his abdomen.

The sound was no ordinary intestinal rumbling; it was more like a heavy stone mill being frantically turned and ground inside his intestines.

Boom boom boom boom—!
Immediately following, a series of even more intense, violent, and deafening thunderous explosions, like a barrage of artillery fire on a battlefield, erupted from his body without ceasing.

The sound was so loud and so intense that the entire small bathroom vibrated and dust fell from the walls.

The earth-shattering "mine-clearing" process lasted for nearly three minutes before gradually subsiding.

Feng Mu sat on the toilet. Even with his strong will and experience of all sorts of bizarre situations, his old face couldn't help but turn red and burn.

No other meaning, it's just... the soundproofing in those old, run-down buildings in this old neighborhood is truly appalling. Only after the last echo in his body dissipated did Feng Mu exhale a long, stale breath with a complex scent, and slowly stand up.

He pressed the flush button and watched the vortex sweep away the indescribable, dark-colored filth.

I flushed several times until the toilet stopped "burping" and the passage was clear, then I stopped.

After doing all that, he walked to the showerhead and turned on the switch.

Hot water sprayed down, washing over his body.

He not only needs to take a bath, but also needs to be disinfected.

He looked up at the foggy mirror. In the mirror, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body covered with a thick layer of charred, sticky substance.

The color was so dark it resembled thick, unyielding ink or cooled, solidified asphalt, making it almost impossible to discern the original skin color. Only where the water flowed would a streak or two of the original skin color be briefly revealed, only to be quickly covered by new black currents.

"This is already the third time I've undergone marrow cleansing, but I never imagined that so much... such filth was still hidden inside my body?"

Feng Mu couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, his tone filled with disbelief.

Feng Mu squeezed out a large amount of shower gel and began to scrub his body vigorously.

The charred grime felt extremely disgusting to the touch, sticky and clinging firmly to the skin. When scrubbing it, there was even a strange resistance, as if trying to scrape off a layer of semi-solidified black sludge mixed with glue and oil.

Moreover, the filth expelled from the body this time was fundamentally different from the previous two times. It was no longer lifeless waste, but rather... it seemed to possess some kind of chilling vitality.

He could clearly feel that the filth squeezed out of his pores, in the brief moment it left his skin and was washed away by the water, would wriggle and curl up violently like an earthworm that had been stimulated.

They seemed extremely reluctant to leave this "warm bed" where they had lived for so long, and a kind of "unwillingness" from instinct was conveyed through their tiny wriggling movements.

Occasionally, there might be a particularly tenacious "earthworm" that tries to go against the current and crawl back into the pores he just cleaned.

This scene sent chills down Feng Mu's spine, made his stomach churn, and made him feel nauseous. He almost vomited on the spot.

"Made!"

He couldn't help but swear and scrub harder, as if he wanted to peel off a layer of skin.

"What kind of things were originally inside my body?! Are all the people in the lower city... filled with this kind of monster?"

Once this thought arose, it grew wildly in his mind like weeds:
"Are the people in the lower city really just accumulating this filth in their bodies because they ate cheap synthetic food and drank contaminated water?"

"Or... is there some other unknown reason behind this?"

The hot water washed over Feng Mu's body, and also washed over his thoughts:

"And what about the rulers of the upper city? Do they even know that the people of the lower city have become such a wretched sight?"

"No, they definitely knew, because they were the ones who did it. The question is, did the rulers of the upper city know that what they were doing would turn the people of the lower city into living zombies?"

Feng Mu's scrubbing movements became faster and faster, and as the filth was expelled from his body, his mind seemed to become clearer than ever before, working faster and faster:

"They did these things without knowing the consequences, which led to this horrific mutation, yet they didn't care and turned a blind eye."

"Then, in order to maintain their rule and exploitation, they continued to deceive the lower city by some means."

"For example, the 'god' who killed the people of the lower city turned everyone in the lower city into blind men."

"Or... did the Upper City know all the consequences before doing these things?"

"From the very beginning, what they wanted was to turn the Lower City into a giant... 'kingdom of corpses'? What they wanted was to turn the people of the Lower City into this zombie state!"

"But why is this?"

A great deal of doubt filled Feng Mu's mind; before the old doubts were resolved, new doubts arose:

"Whether they are alive or dead, aren't they all subject to their rule and exploitation? Why bother?"

"There must be some deeper reason behind this that I can't understand..."

The warm water continued to wash away the wriggling, resentful black filth, eventually carrying it all into the sewer.

Feng Mu stood in the water curtain, his body gradually becoming cleansed, but his heart grew darker because of his reflections on the world.

It's not that he's inherently dark, but rather that the world is too dark.

The more you know, the darker it seems, and the less white you become.

If a different savior came, they might make grand vows—like saving the world or something like that.

But Feng Mu became increasingly convinced of one selfish motive—to live well in this world, one had to be even more ruthless than this world.

As his resolve deepened and his soul became purer and clearer, the last trace of filth was finally expelled from his body and carried away by the water into the sewer.

A wonderful feeling instantly replaced all discomfort.

His pores gushed forth again, but this time, what flowed out was no longer filth, but a crystal-clear, vibrant fragrance...

His skin became as delicate and smooth as a newborn baby's, so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, yet it was not weak; instead, it radiated a warm, jade-like luster, subtly giving people a sense of extreme resilience.

Beneath the skin, the sound of blood and qi flowing is deep and powerful, like the Yangtze River surging in a wide riverbed, full of endless life force.

An indescribable, unprecedented sense of ease, purity, and clarity filled every cell of his body.

It was as if the heavy shackles that had been borne for eternity had been removed;

It was as if they had broken free from the filthy mire that had imprisoned their souls;

It was as if the pitch-black coffin that buried the "gods" had been pried open!

[Ding! ]
Even the system notification sounds seemed to have become more lively and pleasant to hear.

The notification box that appeared at the same time also became brighter and more vibrant in Feng Mu's eyes than before.

It's like upgrading from a 10-yuan pair of headphones to a cinema-style sound system, or from a 50-inch 2160p TV to an 8K giant screen for watching movies.

[You have taken the third Marrow Cleansing Pill, cleansing your body of remaining impurities.]
[Quantitative change leads to qualitative change; the three elixirs are perfected, and the cleansing effect is perfectly triggered!]
[You have completely cleared your body of all accumulated toxins, nuclear contamination, mutated cells, and evil toxins!]
[Your physical body has completed the final reversal from death to life, shedding all deathly aura and filth, and regaining pure vitality.]
[Your life essence has been replenished, your "divine" has been filled and enriched!]
[Congratulations! You have been reborn into this world today!!!]
[….]
For some reason, looking at the two words "birth" that indicated the word, an indescribable emotion welled up from his soul, and before he knew it, Feng Mu was already in tears.

Before he could even savor this feeling of being moved, he was completely overwhelmed by the even more wondrous changes that followed within his body…
(End of this chapter)