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Chapter 26 How about we try a blood collection bottle that will soothe our mind and body?

Hearing Ron and Nakime's conversation, Matt fell silent.

Three hundred years, three to five per month, and in the very beginning, it devoured countless people... In other words, if this seemingly gentle and weak woman is not lying, she has eaten at least tens of thousands of humans.

No...that's not right. From any perspective, this is impossible.

Thinking this, but sensing Ron and Nakime's calmness, Matt had to admit that although he had realized his recklessness the moment he entered this strange space and the man in front of him appeared, even now, Matt's intuition still told him that the guy named Ron and the woman in front of him were not lying; they were not deceiving him.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Matt could see their facial expressions through a 3D projection in his mind, thanks to his extraordinary perception. Although Matt didn't know what Ron's expression was, his intuition told him that Ron wasn't hiding anything, but rather, just as Matt sensed, he was simply smiling at him.

Thinking it over, Matt took a deep breath, gripped the two sticks in his hands, and said coldly, "I don't know why you brought me here, but if you want me to become one of them... then come on."

"You're a really strange person."

Hearing Matt's words, Ron also curled his lip and said, "You're the one who said you wanted to find these people. Now that I've brought you here and told you, you're getting angry... Even though you're more educated than me, I still suggest you see a psychologist."

Matt ignored the sarcasm and calmly said, "If that's the case, then tell me, why did you bring me here and show me these things?"

"No particular reason, maybe it's just a passing interest~" Ron chuckled, "To be honest, I quite like people like you who think you're superior to the police and use vigilante justice. Because many times I also like to use violence to resolve things that can't be solved by reasoning. As for why I brought you here..."

Ron paused for a moment before explaining, "Actually, I'm here to seek benefits for you."

Ron opened his hand, and a dark red bead of blood appeared spinning in the center of his palm. Although he couldn't see the color, Matt could directly sense the various components in the air that accompanied the appearance of the blood bead through his sense of smell.

"Simply put, I want to find someone to determine what kind of sparks will fly when the Blood Echoes I've refined in other worlds collide with this garbage can world."

"...Echoes of Blood?"

Upon hearing this, Matt's eyes showed a hint of confusion. Seeing this, Ron scratched his head and said:

"You can think of it as a collection of powers. According to mysticism, blood is the currency of the soul, you've probably heard that, right? So after I killed Nakime, the companion of the girl in front of you who has eaten tens of thousands of people, I extracted their power. But as you know, that's another world, and I'm not entirely sure if my extraction process was correct, so I've always been extremely curious about the completeness of my work."

"Originally, I planned to go to the Arctic to dig out that old popsicle that had been sleeping for many years. After all, it was injected with the Super Soldier Serum, so even if there was a rejection reaction, it shouldn't matter. But who would have thought that I would run into you when I was still thinking about when to set off?"

With that, Ron readily extended his hand: "Of course you can try to resist, I won't be angry, but the fusion process might be even more brutal. Also, although I'm not sure about the quality of this Blood Echo, one thing is certain: at least no one will die. At most, some other organs will grow, and some miscellaneous memories of the dead will appear along the way, haha~"

As he spoke, Ron placed his hand on Matt's forehead. Instinctively, Matt tried to pull away. But an indescribable fear suddenly surged within him, spreading outwards along his spine. For a brief moment, his entire body felt frozen, unable to move an inch.

"Don't be so nervous. You should be able to feel that your adrenaline secretion is increasing, your metabolism is speeding up, and some cells and tissues are experiencing small-scale oxygen deficiency, causing your muscles to undergo excessive anaerobic respiration and secrete a large amount of lactic acid."

"Your body is stiff and sore. If it only damages your immune or respiratory system, that's fine. But if it causes a loss of appetite, there's a high chance that you'll pick up some demonic vices during the process of fusing with the Blood Echoes, such as—a human diet."

It is not a vegetarian, omnivorous, or carnivorous creature, but rather a human-like diet...

Upon hearing Ron's words, Matt's breath hitched slightly. Then, in a brief silence, Ron sensed his tense body quickly relax. Seeing this, Ron nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"It seems my guess was right. While the American glutes possess greater strength and endurance, their control over their bodies isn't as good as yours, with your specialized senses."

"What exactly is your purpose...?"

"It's what I just mentioned. Actually, you can completely relax. In fact, I initially planned to just find some scum in Hell's Kitchen to experiment on. After all, normal people are incredibly rare here." Ron shrugged and said with a helpless expression:

"But for some reasons, I urgently need some special currency to purchase some special items. Apart from completing tasks, this special currency can only bring more life to this stagnant garbage can world, so that other departments in the company can obtain more experimental data."

"If we calculate it that way, it's definitely more cost-effective to give it to superheroes like you."

"It's really pitiful, considering their first assignment just ended not long ago, and now this is happening... You're a lawyer, can you tell me if this counts as overtime?"

There was no deception on Matt's part; Ron had indeed only recently learned this—after discovering that the system shop offered umbilical cords, Ron had begun saving money. The system's response was to revitalize the abandoned universe, to breathe new life back into the fading branches of the world's trees. In return, he would receive the corresponding system coins.

Simply put, it's about causing trouble. Whether it's good or bad, even wiping out everyone in the universe is fine—provided that the projection of the abandoned universe itself onto the World Tree is moving in a positive direction during this process.

Ron had originally planned to take advantage of his proximity to Parker and start his experiments there, or perhaps go to the Arctic to dig up a Steve-brand popsicle for his experiments.

But actually, neither is ideal... Parker hasn't been bitten by the spider yet. Steve is lying under the Arctic ice cap, but it's unclear which part of the ocean he's in. Just as he was wondering who else was around, Daredevil showed up...

"What does this mean? It means that God is allowing you to receive blood therapy~"

As he spoke, Ron took out a blood collection bottle, and after a brief moment of thought, he took out another one.

"Considering you're the first, to show my respect, this Blood Echo belonging to Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, is yours." As he spoke, Ron inserted another blood collection vial into his thigh.

"To prevent any accidents, let me give you a vaccination first. Don't be so nervous, I can at least control the concentration of my own blood. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle going straight for the 'blood echo,' considering how sensitive you are... Speaking of which, do you ever ejaculate prematurely? Do you? Even if you're still a virgin, you should have tried masturbating during puberty, right?"

"..."

Matt chose to remain silent.

After a moment, he calmly asked, "What is blood therapy?"

Matt now realizes that Ron, the director of the mental hospital, is actually the person with the most serious mental problems in the entire hospital. But even so, judging from the current situation, he seems to be saying whatever he thinks, and the outcome depends entirely on whether Matt believes him or not.

Since escape is hopeless, I shouldn't worry about believing him or not; I should just listen to what he has to say. Even if it's a deception, clues to the truth can be found in idle gossip.

Just as Matt had expected, Ron didn't try to hide anything when he heard Matt's question. Instead, he said, "Blood therapy is a specialty of another world, a land called Yharnam. Incurable diseases like leukemia, cancer, Ebola, and AIDS can all be cured through blood therapy."

"The blood used in the treatment comes from 'superiors,' which you can think of as an extraterrestrial being of a higher level of life, or more simply as 'gods' or 'ancient gods.' The wisdom of these ancient gods is passed down through blood. Therefore, by infusing oneself with the blood of an ancient god, one can master the wisdom unique to that ancient god. Of course, this is not necessarily a good thing."

Ron spoke methodically:

"After undergoing blood therapy, those who were cured of their terminal illnesses did not find happiness. Instead, they all fell into a strange dream."

"The blood of the ancient gods carries their power and wisdom, serving as a vessel for their thoughts and allowing those who receive blood therapy to see the true world as perceived by the ancient gods. Both the thoughts and vision of the ancient gods exert immense pressure on the spirit. The human spirit originates from the id, ego, and superego. These three represent the many desires and cravings inherent in humans, the most primal driving forces. The ego and superego, on the other hand, are self-awareness and understanding of the world built upon the id."

"So, you'd better watch out." Ron said calmly, looking at Matt who was listening intently.

"After undergoing blood therapy, many people turned into beasts. According to my investigation, the reason is that the mental pressure brought by the blood of the gods overwhelmed the ego and superego. The power in the blood, on the other hand, stimulated the most basic id. When this most primal inner drive erupted, the soul form also affected the composition of matter. Thus, people became beasts. Humanity was completely replaced by beastly nature."

After a pause, looking at Matt's solemn expression, Ron smiled and said, "But there's no need to be too nervous, because beast transformation is based on blood healing with the blood of ancient gods."

Hearing this, Matt breathed a sigh of relief. But then, with Ron's next words, Matt felt a chill run down his spine once again.

"The one who will perform blood therapy on you is a demon from another world, six or seven hundred years ago. It has killed and devoured far more people than Nakime, at least over 100,000. If you cannot overcome the mental pressure lingering in your memories of the Blood Echoes..."

As he spoke, he paused, and a slightly shy, boyish smile appeared on Ron's face.

"Then I can only tearfully inform your ex-girlfriend Erica of your death and comfort her at your funeral. After she's exhausted from crying, I'll take this widowed female ninja in mourning clothes to her bedroom..."

"That's enough..."

Hearing Ron's words, even though they were in a very tense and life-threatening situation, Matt couldn't help but retort, "I've seen this kind of plot when I was traveling in Japan..."

"See, you've relaxed now. How about it? If you're ready, I'm going to give you an injection now~"

"Then let's do it," Matt said through gritted teeth, looking at Ron. "I don't know what your purpose is, but come on, let's see if I can pull through."

Sensing Matt's will, Ron's lips curled into an undisguised smile. He then raised the blood collection bottle in his hand and inserted it into Matt's thigh.

The first injection was from Ron's own blood—the blood concentration was very low, and it had no additional effect. Even a slight adjustment was enough for Matt's body and mind to feel the mental pressure and physical changes produced by the blood therapy.

Although it was a blood therapy similar to a vaccine, Matt still couldn't help but tense up the moment the blood entered his body, his entire appearance becoming unusually stiff. Even though he was wearing a full bodysuit, one could still clearly see the taut, bulging veins beneath it.

He opened his mouth, unconsciously emitting strange gasps and growls. While experiencing unprecedented mental pressure, Matt was also shocked to discover that, along with the surging blood within him, his eyes, which had been blind for a long time, began to flash with images as his pupils suddenly dilated and then constricted!

(End of this chapter)