The Last Gentleman
Chapter 562: Silver

The white Sick Servant finally let go of the stone that hung in his heart upon leaving the area of silver murkiness that the young man was in, expecting that William, who was to transcribe from the gene bank, would complete the grafting within a day and achieve completion,

yet the reality once again ran counter to his expectations.

William’s body, shaped like a cross, floated above the pool, connected by the umbilical cord to the silver liquid below and showed no signs of life; he appeared to be doing nothing.

Through the perspective effect of the monitoring device and extreme magnification, a shocking image was revealed.

William was indeed performing genetic grafting, but the genes he was grafting were some "irrelevant" genes that had nothing to do with illness.

The white Sick Servant immediately realized what the young man intended to do:

"This guy wants to change his own structure from the root?

But all these are Ancient Genes that flow from the central Sick Focus, exclusively used for the completion of illness. If used to complete non-illness structures, there’s a high possibility of causing the original genes to shatter, or even the complete collapse of the genetic system.

Eventually, the individual could turn into an indescribable protogenetic lifeform, and this process would become irreversible under the ’forceful effect’ of the Ancient Genes.

What on earth is this guy going crazy for? He could have completed the process with just a simple step, so why take such a risk."

However, William’s subsequent actions caused everyone in the monitoring room to be utterly dumbfounded.

As sections of non-illness genes were inserted into the cell nucleus, the "Order" of the flesh began to restructure. But this was a new trial, and William was not certain of success, even given ten chances.

Soon, the scenario that the white Sick Servant had foreseen began to unfold: "Gene Collapse."

It was as if a swollen, active piece had been forced into a LEGO construction, and since it did not fit snuggly, the living part began to wriggle madly, eventually leading to the collapse of the entire system.

Just as the worst-case scenario was about to occur,

thick, bubbling, and seemingly boiling Black Liquid suddenly seeped out of William’s orifices,

Unlike before, the Black Liquid no longer recognized William as the host, having been prematurely activated, it began an indiscriminate erosion of the flesh.

In just a few seconds, William’s flesh was eroded without a trace, and even the Ancient Genes within were erased, forcibly interrupting the gene collapse process.

Using the effect of "Dead Man Makeup," William quickly achieved death reconstruction, returning to his original form. Without any break, he continued to suck the silver liquid and undertake the second round of ’Order construction’.

When there was an issue with the genes, he would destroy his flesh in the same manner and then use the overpowering trait of Dead Man Makeup for reconstruction.

This was akin to installing risky files on a computer, and formatting it directly upon detecting something amiss... Only William could come up with such an extreme approach.

In the monitoring room, the Sick Servants and Milkmen gathered together again, eyes wide with disbelief at each other’s realizations.

"This guy is exploiting a BUG! There’s no use watching, Milker, get to work, the pool water is being rapidly consumed by this guy!"

As the Sick Servant loudly berated, the Milkers hurriedly began to work, refilling the pool with plenty of silver liquid.

Yet, among the Sick Servants watching this scene, some expressed admiration,

"Who is this man, crazy yet cautious.

It’s true he is being reckless, and indeed consuming our silver liquid prodigally. But in the end, he may very well achieve perfect completion, never mind the details, as long as he is not breaking any rules, give him as much silver liquid as he wants.

Transcribing from the gene bank, now using his own abilities to find a ’BUG’ in the silver murk process, such an individual could become the new Plague Master for all we know."

After discussions among the Sick Servants, they ultimately agreed to William’s ’exploitation of the BUG’.

Time passed,

day, 3 days, 5 days... During this time, William kept self-destructing, but he could ensure the continuity of Dead Man Makeup by absorbing nutrients from the pool of silver liquid. Moreover, as time progressed, the establishment of Order became more stable, and there were even entire days without any flesh disintegration.

After a full eight days,

William’s physical body underwent self-destruction a total of 157 times, and a brand-new order had formed within him, all organs, structures, and vascular configurations and arrangements had been reconstructed and completed.

This new internal order would perfectly adapt to all the illnesses William suffered from.

However, William’s human essence and appearance had not changed, as they were his human sequence, the sequence of his ego, an unchangeable sequence.

Next was truly the final step: the completion of his illnesses.

As segments of ancient genes were inserted into corresponding illnesses, William began his true transformation, and the Frame on top of his head slowly emerged.

The original brass color of the Frame gradually turned silver.

The starting end remained a brain-like relief, while the entire Frame surface gained an additional pure silver decorative feature of the DNA double helix structure, symbolizing that special path—[Order]—which William had forged at the bottom of the Tenth Abyss,

and also symbolizing the intertwined, mutually supportive coexistence of life and death.

It also represented the order structure newly established within William,

a black and white liquid filled the space between the Frame,

but the titles and names that should have been displayed above the Frame did not appear, indicating that his ascension was not yet truly complete; he still needed to proceed with the next step of[Composing].

The Dead Man Makeup was removed,

Whoosh! The umbilical cord plunged into the silver liquid retracted into his body,

William, floating in the air, landed directly outside the pool,

His bare feet gently touched the ground, and the hand-mask covering his face slowly unfolded to reveal William’s obscured facial structure,

This descent bore the semblance of a True God,

In the instant his pupils opened, they unexpectedly showed the spiral structure of DNA, which with the twist of the double helix, transformed back into his original pupils.

He looked down at his hands, at the trembling muscles of his chest and abdomen, at his sturdy legs and the pulsing structure of his toes,

"Order is formed!"

At the moment William said these words, a pulse swept through his body, hiss~ a large amount of silver vapor escaped from his pores, signifying the completion of the[Silver Turbidity]process.

An indescribable sense of power flowed through his entire body,

If William’s previous body was likened to a modern society barely containing various strange life forms and normal humans, then his current body was like a biopunk-style future city, where strange life forms, the dead, and humans coexisted harmoniously, collectively advancing the progress of the new society.

"Now in such a state, I’m truly fit to be the chief of the Circus... Ah~ I suddenly really want to visit the Skin Factory and kill all those blood-stained creatures."

At this moment, the membrane door amidst the silver haze dissolved, and a pure white Plague Master entered.

"It’s not over yet, you have only completed the relatively important[Silver Turbidity], next you will head to the concert hall for[Composing], only then will your path be truly complete."

In his naked state, William performed an elegant gentlemanly bow, "Thank you for indulging my caprice, I presume my Silver Turbidity must have consumed a considerable amount of resources."

"Not just considerable, but a massive amount of resources, the total you consumed could satisfy the Silver Turbidity of 18 people."

"I am truly sorry."

"As long as it’s within the rules, as long as you are loyal to the Old World, that’s not an issue. We have seen your talent, and we hope that the subsequent[Composing]will be equally splendid.

Do you need to rest, or shall we go directly?"

"My body does not require rest, take me there directly."

"Very well."