The Gentleman at the End
Chapter 559 - 557: Gland Area

Chapter 559: Chapter 557: Gland Area

Facing the innate attraction produced by the silver spring, William relied on willpower to hold on, temporarily keeping his body steady in place.

Such an important juncture required thorough preparation before immersing himself, at least William still had several questions to be clarified; otherwise, starting the promotion with doubts could easily lead to issues during the process.

"Is this the ’Original Epidemic Silver Liquid’?"

The pure white Sick Servant stretched out a hand towards the front, explaining in detail, "Yes, this is secreted directly from the center of the Sick Focus, containing ancient genetic fragments in the silver liquid.

Although that war inflicted great trauma on the world, locking away many rules and destroying numerous external organs, the Sick Focus still operates normally.

The silver liquid allows individuals who have reached the Open Source Limit with their epidemic value filled to complete the integration and transformation of their diseases, filling in the missing ancient genetic fragments between their ailments.

Of course,

While the silver liquid is important, it is just an external resource. The most crucial point in the promotion to the silver murkiness lies within yourself, and in your understanding of the ’Sequence’ of the path you have chosen.

Although you, as the first Explorer of an unknown path, enjoy unlimited time for promotion, duration and promotion quality are not absolutely proportional.

I hope everything goes smoothly with your ’silver murkiness’ process, and I am very much looking forward to the Frame form you will present after the promotion."

"Thank you," William nodded and continued with the second important question before immersion:

"Currently, I should only be a ’Consciousness’,

You mentioned before that the presentation of the Transfer Station and even your form are constructed according to my consciousness.

However, the pathway promotion should be something that happens in reality, and just immersing at the level of consciousness doesn’t seem sufficient, right? Will my physical body in reality also undergo synchronous immersion?"

The pure white Sick Servant gave an affirmative answer, "That’s correct, your physical body will immerse in the real silver liquid at the same time~ would you like to see what’s happening in reality?"

"Can I see it? Will it have a negative impact on my subsequent promotion?"

"Whether you view the situation in reality is up to you to decide. There will inevitably be an impact, but it’s not necessarily bad; it could also be positive, for instance helping the individual better understand their condition.

However, the Transfer Station in reality may not be as ’pleasant’ as what you currently see; whether it’s the scene or my form, both could make you feel uncomfortable, suffer, or even have a lasting psychological impact.

If you think you can handle it, you can choose to look at the situation in reality."

"I have decided to take a look."

Compared to some minor or even negligible impact, William’s curiosity and thirst for knowledge made him more concerned about the real situation.

"Please close your eyes and reopen them when you feel a finger touching your skull. Since your real physical body has been destroyed, I will help you construct a temporary sensory system."

"Thank you."

The instant William closed his eyes, he immediately felt a touch as gentle as water spreading across his head.

When he opened his eyes again, the scenery was still immaculate white, but the basic units constructing the scene had changed.

It resembled the living cavity of some creature, with walls made of white mili-sized ’flesh bricks,’ which could move and shuffle among each other.

In reality, William, left with only an Abyss Mask after falling into the Abyss,

was provided with a simple brain stuck to the mask’s surface by the pure white Sick Servant to supply various sensory abilities, gathering information from the real world.

The Sick Servants’ appearances were no longer those of white gentlemen, but rather cellular assemblies made up of countless white blood cells, lacking any recognizable human anatomical features.

They had woven a delicate neural cradle from the dendrites and axons on the cell surfaces to cradle William between them.

In front of them was a reservoir paved with flesh bricks, filled with "silver liquid"... Upon closer inspection, one would find that this silver liquid was not really a fluid, but rather a cluster of tadpole-like beings that were alive.

Drip, drip~

Looking up following the dripping of the silver liquid, one would notice a white tissue hanging from the top of the area resembling a uvula, with a chrysanthemum-like opening at the bottom.

By writhing, a cluster of 100-200 mini tadpoles could be extruded from the opening, which looked like a drop of a silver liquid.

The pure white Sick Servant felt William’s presence in the cradle through the neural dendrites and discovered that he had no emotional fluctuations, "As expected of a Pioneer entering through an unknown path, completely unopposed to such a real-life scenario, his adaptability far exceeds the normal standard.

This is the silver turbid immersion room of the Transfer Station - Gland Area; other areas are also constructed from such Mili flesh bricks, and everything here is directly related to the central Sick Focus."

"I can accept it, it’s not too terrible a sight. May I ask where the little grape and Yellow Skin with whom I’m supposed to achieve conscious coexistence are?"

"The Conscious Life you carried with you was isolated in the ’interlayer’ the moment you stepped through the door of the Path. They won’t feel the passage of time, nor will they know anything that happens here.

When you leave the Transfer Station and depart, they will follow back as well; for them, it will be like having experienced a dreamless sleep."

"Okay."

"Mr. William, although you can accept such scenes, I personally still suggest you undergo silver turbid immersion within consciousness, as the scene generated there would be based on your thought habits, and would be more comfortable."

Faced with the Sick Servant’s suggestion, William outright refused.

"Since I am about to become an important member of the Old World, if I can’t even face the reality of it, then my purity is simply too low. If I complete the Path ascension, I can only count as an outsider favored by the Old World."

The Sick Servant nodded, "Okay, if there are no problems, I will officially send you into the silver liquid. After you complete the silver turbid immersion, you will then proceed to the special room for ’Composing’ in the next process."

"Hmm."

With William’s affirmative response, the Sick Servant slowly moved the cradle towards the silver liquid by extending the dendritic filaments,

The moment the mask touched the silver liquid, the Sick Servant immediately withdrew the temporarily constructed sensory system, leaving only an abyssal mask shaped like a palm structure in the liquid.

Watching the mask floating in the silver liquid, the Sick Servant murmured:

"The Physical was obliterated on an essence level due to the ’Abyss Chewing’, forcing the Consciousness to rely entirely on external objects for embodiment. Such a form is very difficult to undergo silver turbid in reality, and just reconstructing the body is extremely difficult.

Luckily, he enjoys the privilege of a Pioneer with no time limit; under such conditions, those with outstanding talent should be able to condense a physical body in ten to fifteen days. Although it will delay some time, it doesn’t really matter."

As the Sick Servant was preparing to leave, gurgle, gurgle~ a restless noise came from behind.

Turning around,

The tadpole structure of the silver liquid had already been extensively mobilized by the mask and even woven out the structure of a skull and brain behind the mask, along with constructing the vascular network throughout the entire body, with the basic Frame already formed.

Due to the rapid construction of the Physical Frame, a quarter of the silver liquid filling the tank had been consumed and was still rapidly depleting.

"What? How is it possible to start condensing the body so quickly, ignoring the Abyss’s munching... What exactly is the deal with his Physical? And, the speed at which the silver liquid is depleting is too fast! It will be our problem if the silver liquid drops to half, then even the Sick Focus might directly hold us accountable."

The usually composed white Sick Servant became frantic, rushing towards the silver liquid supply area at top speed, making all the resting ’Milkers’ get to work.