An associate professor in life engineering travels to a medieval European fantasy world. Using modern biochemistry, he discovers that viruses, bacteria, and parasites extinct in human history are a...
Clarence stared at the hellish scene before him, his teeth chattering slightly. For the first time in his life, he truly felt the existence of 'fear'.
At that moment, the black hole behind Todd rapidly expanded, accelerating the devouring of Clarence's soul world. The castle, the mist, the earth, the sky—everything was gradually replaced by endless nothingness.
Clarence looked around at the increasingly dark space, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation. If things continued like this, it wouldn't be long before his soul was completely succumbed, forever imprisoned in this void.
For most people, at this moment, all they would be able to do is feel pain and regret. But the Elder, who had weathered many storms, was racing against time to think of a way to escape. For him, the most important thing right now was to sever the 'soul link' between the two and escape this damned black hole.
If Sabrina were still alive, he could try to contact her and force the connection to be severed.
But the problem is, Sabrina isn't around!
Ultimately, Clarence devised an extremely dangerous method—to forcibly transmit information from his own brain to Todd through their neural link, using a massive flow of information to block and delay the other's soul-devouring process.
In principle, it's like someone who was eating slowly and deliberately suddenly having a whole plate of roast chicken stuffed down their throat at once, which will inevitably cause difficulty breathing and stop eating.
Clarence, having gone all out, no longer resisted being devoured by Todd, and opened up and actively released his soul world.
The black hole's expansion accelerated again, eventually reaching an astonishing rate. At this rate, it wouldn't take a minute for Todd to completely devour the world.
But as the speed increased, a look of pain appeared on Todd's face as a flood of neural information rushed into his brain. He crouched on the ground, clutching his head tightly with both hands, and roared loudly.
Clarence, his face deathly pale, had already lost most of his soul space and was on the verge of a mental breakdown. But to his relief, the black hole's devouring process had stopped.
In the real-world shack, blood trickled from Clarence's mouth and nostrils as his body tilted backward and collapsed to the ground, completely separating from Todd's body.