Gao Wu: After transforming into a soft girl, I became a calamity?

"Turn right at the third passage after the restroom, and you'll reach the end... um?"

The nurse was scrolling through her phone when she subconsciously read out a string of words before realizing something was wrong and looking up.

The woman in front of me had a perfect figure, and her pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light. She looked almost bloodless and sickly.

Although her facial features could only be described as delicate, her eyes were particularly striking, with slightly upturned corners that naturally exuded a touch of allure.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused, adding to his sense of brokenness.

"Hello, I'm here to buy medicine."

Jiang Mian repeated herself, her voice weak and listless, as if she had no energy, much like when she had just woken up.

Moreover, through deliberate adjustments, the voice emitted by the clone is completely different from that of her original body; it is a lazy voice that matches her appearance.

The nurse's gaze fell on her, and she was clearly taken aback for a moment.

"cough."

She cleared her throat and quickly realized what was happening.

"Miss, this is a mental hospital. Are you sure... you haven't come to the wrong place?"

Jiang Mian shook her head, and after a while, she said softly:

"I haven't been sleeping well last night, but some medicine should help."

"Then let me ask you..."

"Number 8 introduced me to this place."

Before the nurse could finish speaking, Jiang Mian interrupted her.

Number Eight was the nickname of the person who introduced her. Before she came in, the person had given her a set of cryptic codes.

But after she finished listening, the other party waved his hand and said that it didn't really matter, and she could just announce his title in the third round.

Judging from the introducer's demeanor, the people in this organization are in a truly worrying mental state.

How did they develop into what they are today?

Jiang Mian felt that it was somewhat unreliable.

Oh well, she's still at home anyway, so it's not a waste of her rest time.

After being interrupted, the nurse didn't say anything; it was just a formality.

As for why she felt the other person's gaze was strange... she thought, well, it's not surprising that a patient with the disease could be in any mental state.

"Come with me."

She stood up and led Jiang Mian into the elevator.

"Wow!"

The moment Jiang Mian stepped into the elevator, she felt the entire elevator suddenly shake, as if something extremely heavy had entered, and she couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

She glanced at Jiang Mian; with her slim waist and long legs, she didn't look like a tank at all.

Is it because of her abilities? Her weight is so outrageous.

Jiang Mian seemed to sense something, slightly turned her head, and glanced at the nurse.

She quickly turned her head, swiped her card first, and then frantically pressed the buttons.

Jiang Mian looked away.

To prevent his puppet body from being accidentally destroyed and to increase its strength, he compressed and stored a lot of elements, and even equipped it with an empowering hand.

However, to avoid attracting attention, it wasn't worn on the outside, but rather under the surreal skin.

In this way, the puppet possesses a certain combat capability, and different elemental combinations can simulate certain [natural disaster] paths, thus disguising itself as a diseased person.

During the elevator ride, the nurse briefly introduced herself: Xu Miao, number forty-four.

To make it easier to address each other, everyone in the mutual aid society addresses each other by numbers, and only close friends know each other's names.

Because her rank was extremely low, her abilities had little impact on her appearance, so she was assigned to guard the gate.

For newcomers, as long as the person receiving them, number eight, thinks there are no problems, they can be led in directly.

However, Jiang Mian felt that things were not that simple.

When they met before, the other party had tested them, but after I came in, they still blocked the door, clearly ready to make a move at any time.

She guessed that if she didn't successfully join the group, she might never be able to leave.

This organization is definitely not a benevolent group.

But what's with this Xu Miao in front of me? A mascot?

For some reason, this person always gave Jiang Mian a strange feeling.

But she herself wasn't here; the distance between them had diluted her senses considerably.

"Ding!"

Before she could think it through, the elevator stopped.

The screen displays a zero layer where the button is not located, likely in some mezzanine or deeper underground.

Outside the door was a narrow corridor, which was very clean, and the floor was almost reflective.

Some of the wards next door were closed, while others had their doors open, but there weren't many people going in or out.

Most people looked normal, but their complexion was not good, especially their eyes, which were bloodshot, as if they hadn't slept enough.

"Okay, I'll leave you here. Someone will take you from here on out."

Xu Miao waved to Jiang Mian and stopped in front of an office.

"it is good."

Jiang Mian gave a brief reply and pushed open the door to enter the office.

Inside, a thin, middle-aged man was sitting behind a desk, while opposite him was a burly man.

Strangely, the man's face was covered with hideous, blood-red lines, like bulging blood vessels, which was quite terrifying and clearly indicated that he had reached the third stage.

But this man was able to have a normal conversation with the middle-aged man opposite him, showing no signs of madness.

She walked to the desk.

The burly, ferocious man glanced at her without a flicker of emotion, silently walked to the door, closed it, and stood there, effectively blocking the doorway.

"sit."

The thin man pointed to the chair opposite him, a strange light flashing in his eyes as he looked at Jiang Mian.

Women, especially beautiful women, are quite rare among those with the disease.

After all, in order to suppress inhibitors and make a living, they have long been devoured to the point of being nothing, let alone maintaining a clean and beautiful appearance.

The woman in front of me is either resourceful or quite powerful.

But since you've come here, it means you have a need to join.

"You can call me Number Two. If you want to join, follow the rules and answer a few questions first."

Number Two glanced at Jiang Mian's expressionless face and continued:

"First, how long have you been 'sick'? What stage are you at now?"

"It's been over a year, we're in Phase Two, and we haven't even reached Phase Three yet."

"Um?"

He immediately straightened up, a rare ripple of emotion stirring within him.

As is well known, excluding some who awaken naturally, the awakening time is generally around eighteen.

He was only sick for a year... and he's only nineteen?!

He didn't dwell on that and continued to ask:

"Abilities? Level?"

"Sequence 63, [Catastrophe] Path, [Fog Concealment], Second Order."

No wonder... the man could hardly sense any aura from her since she came in; it was this ability.

Patients with lesions are usually low-key, so it's not surprising that one or two with high sequence numbers would be randomly revealed.

For those at the top, the consumption of inhibitors must be huge, so it's perfectly reasonable for them to seek help when they can't make it in the industry.

It's a bit of a shame; it would be better if it were third-order.

The ability 【Mist Concealment】 is a rare assassin ability in the 【Calamity】 path, but the core skill, Mist Transformation, is only unlocked at Tier 3.

At that time, stealth capabilities will be greatly enhanced.

However, being at the second tier is not weak, and besides, she is still young. If she were an Awakened, she would definitely be considered a genius.

"Demonstration of basic skills."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian's mind stirred slightly, and a hazy white mist quietly rose in the room, growing thicker at a visible speed.

The operating principles are somewhat different.

If she were here, she could directly influence the elements in the surrounding environment.

But this is just a clone, so it can only use its own reserves.

Fortunately, the energy consumption was not high, and the operation was stopped before the fog had fully formed.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Number Two waved his hand, and a gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, dispersing the rising mist.

"It is indeed [Hidden Mist]."

He didn't let Jiang Mian demonstrate the second-tier skill again. Although the poisonous mist couldn't kill him, it was definitely uncomfortable.

Number Two opened a drawer under the desk and took out a sealed test tube.

The liquid inside was a vivid blood red, refracting a strange, distorted sheen under the office lights.

He gently pushed the test tube towards Jiang Mian, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, and said:

"Drink it, and you can join us."