Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

[Vortex Planting Method]

This is the technical description and overview submitted to Wen Wen by the [hospital] after cooperating with the Security Bureau.

The theory employed by Lawrence, the Transforming Worm.

Following the Chosen One of the Superior·Vortex that governs all life's birth, growth, decay, and death, this bizarre technology was developed over years of research.

—Like cultivating crops, it involves planting various dangerous raw materials into an organism's flesh, filtering out the Mutated elements with the organism's life and spiritual essence to achieve fusion or extraction, and then waiting for the right moment to harvest the desired products and essences.

In this process, the one serving as a container and planted with these materials is referred to as the 'Fetus.'

And the products obtained are known as 'Fruits.'

"And just as you suspected, of all the beings that can be a 'Fetus,' the most convenient and easiest, without a doubt, is humans."

Mueller explained in detail over the phone, "After this technology was conceived, our institution only conducted a few experiments before permanently banning the use of humans as 'Fetuses.'

Even at Hope Hospital, this is taboo."

"Ha, how interesting!"

Wen Wen, speeding on her motorcycle, couldn't help but want to sneer: "You bunch of psychos actually seal away such anti-human technology?"

"No, no, no, please don't misunderstand."

Mueller explained solemnly, "It's only because thorough proofs demonstrated that using humans as 'Fetuses' is too inefficient and not cost-effective at all, leading to extreme waste of materials!

Apart from being somewhat convenient at times, it's utterly useless.

The things that ordinary 'Fetuses' can create, other techniques can do just as well, and if an even higher-grade 'Vessel' is used for Vortex Planting, it truly wastes heaven-sent resources!"

Mueller said with indignant fervor, "As you know, with the T5 Protocol in place, even in our hospital, we don't have enough materials to waste recklessly.

Thus, forty years ago, the development direction of the Vortex Planting Method already shifted towards other animals and plants.

That's the main reason Lawrence was dismissed—he lacked the courage and talent to pioneer a discipline on his own and was unwilling to give up his minor expertise to start over, merely immersing himself in outdated techniques and theories.

After repeated warnings and corrections, he was deemed by the management department to lack the abilities required of our hospital's staff and was dismissed. As for him degenerating and mixing with those animal-like followers of the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony who worship natural disasters, that's no longer related to our institution."

After habitually shifting the blame, Mueller couldn't restrain his inner agitation and sighed, "Ah, I still remember how furious he was when he was expelled, saying that he would come back with brand-new results one day and trample all of us old fools underfoot.

To be honest, I was quite looking forward to seeing any breakthroughs from him. Unfortunately, it's most unlikely now… But after so many years, he must have also grown into excellent material, right?"

From the other end of the phone, a muffled sound as if someone was swallowing saliva emerged, the hunger barely hidden by the collaborator who had transformed into who knows what shape, "If you could be merciful, please do us the favor of leaving some samples behind, of course, alive is better, the price is negotiable!"

"It'll depend on his fate!"

Wen Wen's voice was indifferent.

The roaring motorcycle zoomed past the traffic, effortlessly leaving behind all pursuers and obstructions, leaving only thunderous roars in its wake.

Now, everything finally emerged from the mist.

Followers of the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony seeking Mutant power and catastrophic forces, Lawrence obsessed with the Vortex Planting Method and Blood Thirst, and the long-term plans to covertly cultivate and spread infections…

Everything was done to pick out the most suitable 'Fetus' from countless people!

Now, as if by fate, the 'Fetus' he longed for in his dreams, no, a 'Vessel' bestowed by heaven, appeared before him at an unexpected time.

The sole survivor from the sea burning day, the one Cursed from the Calamity Flame disaster.

The only survivor of the natural disaster that caused tens of thousands to despair, suffer, and harbor resentment.

—Ji Jue!

In the nearly deathly quiet hospital square, bathed in the dim twilight, everyone had fainted in the instant the Vortex Planting Technique was activated, powerless to resist.

Above the sky, strands of scarlet meandered, writhing downwards at the summoner's call.

The cries and roars from afar were inaudible.

When the farmer decides to reap, those weak and neglected branches quietly wither in the shadows, and only the rotting fruits fall into the soil, fermenting a sinful sweetness.

In the same hospital and under the same twilight, Lawrence, gazing at the scene before him, was somewhat transfixed.

As humiliated as he was when he was kicked out by that stickler of a place, so was his current mood thrilled. After such a prolonged dedication, he was about to reap the fruits of his labor, and he almost couldn't resist bursting into song.

Only regretfully, there was always some annoying noise buzzing in his ears.

"Fuck, bro, take it easy, easy, my hand, can this thing infect me?"

"Seriously, mate, there's no need, really no need!"

"Ate a few dishes, and for that you go this far?"

"You can still run now, I reckon the people from the Security Bureau are explosive, and the leading lady is strong, beautiful, and busty. Take my advice, you can't beat her!"

"You're not really into my hook, are you? Please, no, brother, when I get scared, I crap my pants, truly, oh oh oh, I can't hold it in much longer..."

"Why are you playing with tentacles, man? You have some heavy tastes!"

He should've been knocked out by the anesthetic until tomorrow, but, annoyingly, he woke up again less than ten minutes later.

Now, countless Mutant spiritual essences descended from the sky, entangling as a giant tree, wrapping him within it as if a monster opened its gaping jaw.

And then, innumerable blood-red spiritual essences all poured into Ji Jue's body!

The massive amount of Mutant spiritual essence, enough to instantly Mutate a normal person, only woke him from his dream, and just this unparalleled Mutant tolerance alone was enough to be equal to the Chosen Ones of the Transcend Rank!

"Truly worthy of being the Cursed who survived the Calamity Flame disaster!"

Lawrence pushed up his blood-tinted glasses and rasped in admiration, "Ji Jue, you truly are a disaster among disasters, one in a million! You, are flawless!"

"Ah yes, yes, yes," Ji Jue choked without words, nodding disheveledly. "I can sell hooks too, brother, I'm a good worker and not clingy, just spare my dog's life, please."

Lawrence's smile faltered.

He retracted his previous comment.

This mouth of his was truly fucking annoying!

Crack!

In that instant, with a wave of Lawrence's hand, the bizarre giant tree woven from countless filaments suddenly surged, and amidst the qualitative transformation and infusion of a vast amount of spiritual substance, Ji Jue was engulfed within, unable to make another sound.

As if plunging from a height.

From within his daze, he was devoured by an expanse of crimson.

What he last heard was a roar coming from afar.

Like the massive sound of a motorcycle engine.

Roar!!!

When the walls crumbled, a myriad of dust rose into the air.

The barrier of reality Lawrence had painstakingly constructed was, in a single charge, punctured straight through, opening a large hole from the front!

The nearly melting tires rolled over shattered flower beds and bricks, leaving behind scorched trails.

In the last of the grating sounds, they abruptly ceased.

The slender and tall figure finally rose from the motorcycle.

"No need, leave this place to me, you don't have to interfere,"

She commanded the subordinate on the other end of the phone, "Xiao Tong doesn't have independent operation capability, go support Old Zhang first. As for An Ran, moving freely is fine.

Look into every support point, pull out every parasite left by the Vortex Planting Technique!"

With that, she hung up the phone.

Moving forward.

"I knew it, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

She glanced coldly at the man who had once kindly offered her a lead, expressionless, "Really... to cause such a big scene right under my nose."

"Where are you getting that from? I've been at Jici Hospital for over six years, a good five years longer than you," Lawrence pushed up his glasses, a smile emerging on his shattered visage. "You arrived so quickly...but alas, too late."

The moment the words fell, the tree-like bizarre behemoth trembled again.

The massive canopy that almost covered the sky, impossibly, expanded even further, and within the writhing blood-colored spiritual substance, countless lights flashed, as if in a bloom of flowers!

According to the data provided by Hope Hospital, Lawrence had intensively cultivated the Vortex Planting Technique, which had little potential to uncover, for years, pushing out the old to bring in the new, almost achieving an entirely new breakthrough.

Back during the Empire's Flower Moon Tragedy, he had already demonstrated large-scale interference, covering the entire town within the range of the Vortex Planting Technique, completing mass Mutated and Mutant transformations.

At this moment, the Mutated spiritual substance, drawn and usurped by the Blood Thirst strain, exploded from the giant tree, nearly enshrouding the entire Northern Mountain District!

Despair, pain, wailing, crying out, numbness...

Countless laments once again sounded.

These were the materials he had been collecting in the shadows all these years, hidden away in Cliff City, the results of parasites from Blood Thirst strains taken from the deceased!

Even more so, it came from within this Jici Hospital...

It was too ludicrous, too entertaining.

Lawrence could hardly resist the urge to clap; such a spectacle was endlessly watchable, no matter how many times one saw it.

Lacking doctors, lacking medicine, lacking equipment, lacking funds, even lacking plasma to offer...lacking everything necessary to survive.

In this hospital that could barely maintain itself through donations, all that could be seen every day in the examination rooms, corridors, and on the patients, was tragedy.

Round after round of painful chemotherapy, rounds filled with hopeful waiting, rounds of unspeakable sorrow after missing one's turn.

No connections, no savior, no money.

The so-called lifeline was but an illusion on the horizon, an infinite hellish torment for those who had nothing. To them, the 'possibility of recovery' was an endless agony!

When everything came to an end, all that was incinerated in the crematorium was the husk, long-since drained by parasites. What Lawrence finally took from the deceased was this Crystal named Despair!

Now, suffering took root and sprouted from the soil.

And blossomed!

The giant tree expanded, swelled, and stretched outward, like the hands of the dying stretching from Hell in a futile attempt to drag everything within reach into its depths.

And then, abruptly, everything halted—

Slowed down, stagnated, reversed!

Right before that figure.

Wen Wen.

She finally lifted her hand to remove the windproof goggles from her face, as blue and purple iridescence silently swirled in her eyes, towering over all below.

And then, as if Otherworld had descended.

From the gaze of those eyes, infinite Crystals broke through the soil and bricks, springing forth!

Like a forest made of crystal, crisscrossing and surrounding the entire hospital, crushing the remaining blocks, swallowing everything within!