Rhodes Island does not exist.

All three of these methods can directly and effectively stop strange behavior.

However, these methods can only be applied to oddities of entities.

It would probably have no effect on the dark figures spreading out from room number four.

indeed so.

However, the doctor doesn't need to deal with those shadowy figures.

Because they simply dared not approach the doctor's vicinity.

Under the faint red glow emanating from the doctor, the black mist emanating from room number four covered the walls on both sides of the corridor like a layer of paint, shrinking back as if in fear of the doctor.

There is no other reason.

The Doctor simply held that small bottle of Originium in his left hand. It makes sense, since seawater can attract monsters like moths to a flame, then Originium is probably a net soaked in deadly poison to these monsters.

The doctor continued on his way.

He is unstoppable.

At first, the monsters surged forward like a tidal wave, intending to overwhelm the doctor. But as more and more monsters fell to the ground, headless and limbless, a feeling called fear began to emerge among the group.

Fear is contagious.

In an instant, the corridor on the third floor was empty again.

A firework walked in the middle of the corridor, while the bustling darkness lined up to greet it, crawling forward on its knees, none daring to look up.

No one wants to be the victim burned to death in the flames.

The doctor walked into room number one.

In the darkness, the room's name appeared at the top of the door—Operating Room.

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that all these strange occurrences originated from here.

But the doctor didn't care at all.

He has no time to investigate the origins of those strange things or the room's layout.

The blood-stained operating table had nothing to do with him.

The hooks that held the specimens were irrelevant to him.

The suspicious bottles covered in labels had nothing to do with him.

Now, he has only his main objective in mind, and anyone who tries to disrupt him in the process will be considered an enemy.

His body, burning like flames, left a trail of residual smoke as he walked.

Although it is not a physical flame and has no temperature, anyone who sees this scene would worry about getting burned.

Well...maybe except for those who have never been burned.

"Roar--"

For example, this strange person who lurks in the corner of the operating room, showing absolutely no interest in the scent of seawater.

As it flew at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, its appearance became visible in the firelight.

It was a strange creature with a gray scarf wrapped around its neck, and compared to all the other ordinary, muddy creatures around it, it looked more like a human.

Because its limbs are clearly visible, and its body is only ulcerated rather than rotting, and most importantly—it has hair and clothes.

He had sparse but clearly brown short male hair, and wore a coal-black coat, but it wasn't very noticeable because it was deeply embedded in his flesh and soaked in blood.

It seems that its lack of interest in the seawater prevented it from witnessing the series of killings the doctor had just committed in the corridor outside.

However, given its unusual appearance, it must be some kind of strange leader, right? It's probably only right that we don't fear it.

As for this supposedly bizarre leader who attacked at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, the doctor's solution was—

"boom!"

He released the pickaxe, then pressed down on the back of the strange creature's head, slamming it to the ground.

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Thank you segment.

Thank you for the monthly pass and the razor blade.

Chapter 61, Section 60: He said, “Let there be light.”

The strange creature was powerless to resist, even though it was the leader of this level.

"Goo-"

With the doctor's right hand forcefully pressing him to the floor, he could do nothing but let out a low growl from his throat.

But he still has his hands.

Even if the head is pressed to the ground, as long as the hands can still move—

"boom!"

Like chopping a piece of meat pressed down on a chopping board, the doctor, while pressing down on the strange object with his right hand, raised the pickaxe he had just dropped with his left hand and swung it directly down at the strange right shoulder joint.

This approach is no different from how we dealt with those strange occurrences in the hallway.

Limbs were separated instantly, leaving a black, bloody mess.

"boom!"

Then, a second blow landed on its left shoulder joint.

Thus, the left arm followed in the footsteps of the right arm.

Then there are the legs.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Without any unnecessary movements, the doctor cleanly and efficiently used a pickaxe to break off the two unusual knee joints.

It's now just a human stick.

“If the supernatural doesn’t suffer, I hope it does.”

“If the supernatural causes pain, I hope to increase the intensity.”

The doctor easily released the strange hand that was holding him, and a smile like that of the Kuchisake-onna appeared on his face, which was covered by flames under his hood.

At this moment, even the strange must remain silent.

The seeds of fear were sown.

"I see... It seems that the state of things here is exactly as I deduced."

The doctor stood up, casually kicked aside the strange thing that was now just the main part, then stretched his neck and scanned the layout and scene of the operating room. He nodded slightly, as if he understood something.

For some reason, the current PhDs seem to be completely different from the previous ones.

It's as if the doctor who didn't drink the seawater was one person, the one who just drank the seawater was another person, and now this person who suddenly started speaking with a strange expression is yet another person.

"The exit is right here."

His gaze swept across the edge of the pitch-black room, his eyes pointing in a certain direction.

Then he stepped over the four severed limbs he had just chiseled off and walked in the direction he was pointing.

The crushed metacarpal and phalangeal bones groaned under the combined force of the shoe sole and the ground.

However, this is actually a good thing for the monster that has already lost them, as it doesn't have to go through that pain again.

This is indeed cause for celebration.

"The changes in visible things, the stagnation of strange growth, the halt of Rhodes Island's progress... This place truly does not belong to you, even after all this time, it still has not been able to belong to you."

The doctor took a step forward while bursting into laughter.

"But I am still me after all. Even though I have lost so many memories and experiences, I still know what to do and what to do."

He stopped walking.

The flames engulfing the wall illuminated a leaden-gray wall.

There is clearly no way to go here.

But the doctor said nothing, only raised his right hand, which was not holding the pickaxe.

"Key, voice recognition."

"dr003 permission request, requesting the creation of permission overriding instruction."

The sound echoed in the room.

No one could understand what he was trying to express in those two sentences.

But the wall understood.

"Key recognition failed. dr003 does not exist. Access request rejected. Permission overwrite instruction is invalid. Please re-identify."

Fluorescent green characters emerged from the lead-gray wall surface, flowing and whispering, as if it were a pool of water suspended in mid-air, and the speaker was a fairy in the pool.

"db001 requests access permission and requests the creation of a permission overriding instruction."

The doctor's voice remained completely emotionless; he simply changed a number in a sentence and continued speaking into the wall.

This time, the wall flickered.

"Key identification confirmed, db001, permissions are Senate, but access request is still rejected. Permission overwrite command is invalid. Please re-identify."

The walls flickered, conveying the message to the doctor.

"The Senate," the Doctor chuckled lightly. "So that bastard raised his authority to Augustus's level? He's quick on his feet."

"But that makes sense. After all, so much time has passed. If I were that bastard, I would have done the same. Better safe than sorry."

After saying that, he shook his head and continued speaking to the wall.

"db001 requests access to unlock the operating room terminal door."

The wall rippled and responded after a moment of silence.

"Access request confirmed, operating room terminal door lock unlocked."

As soon as the words were spoken, the fluorescent green on the surface split apart to both sides as if someone had slashed it with a knife, and along with the lead-gray wall below, a gap appeared that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.

"Operating room terminal door unlocked, requesting next instructions."

The walls were pulsating.

"No further instructions. Terminal closed." The doctor lowered his right hand and placed it at his side.

"Closing..."

The emerald green water that had been divided into two pools evaporated.

What appeared before the doctor was a narrow and cramped staircase leading to the lower level.

"If possible, I hope to go to the rooftop downstairs one more time." The professor took two steps back, staring at the deep stairwell ahead, and sighed.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have that much time left."

The flames burning around him began to gradually weaken. His gaze swept over the fading light on his body, and he thought of something.

"Since they know about the rewrite permissions, it means that person also knows how to erase all the information and traces I left on Rhodes Island. So carving words on the walls or leaving notes is useless. In that case, we can only use some more direct methods."

Having said that, he picked up his pickaxe and turned to look at the strange creature still struggling on the ground.

"You've had a tough time, having already died once before, yet you still have to suffer here."

He walked toward the strange creature, then knelt down and picked up its severed limbs and broken arms.

"You can keep crawling here. I'll borrow your arms and legs for a bit. I'll be very grateful."

Then, after throwing his arms and legs into the open space in the center of the room, he walked out of the operating room and glanced at the mutilated and grotesque figures huddled in the corridor.

"What, still cowering here?" He chuckled. "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you. I'm just here to borrow some of your things."

The monsters didn't know if they understood or not; they just meekly repeated the actions they had made out of fear.

The doctor ignored them completely, picked up the parts he had previously disassembled, and returned to the operating room.

Then, after repeating this back and forth several times, he tapped the wall next to him with his pickaxe and spoke.