A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 962: I Don't Want to be the Plague Lord! Get Lost!!!

Garrett had a very long, long dream.

In the dream, he was a snake, a newborn snake that had just hatched and hadn't opened its eyes yet. Warm, dry hands cradled him, wiping his body and feeding him mouthful by mouthful.

As he grew up, he coiled around a bone staff, following the owner of those hands across the wasteland. He tasted grass roots, tree bark, flowers, and all sorts of magical beast meat.

He helped his master select medicinal herbs and secretly sneaked behind his master's enemies to bite them.

The hands that cradled him grew rougher and weaker until they turned cold and disappeared. And he was sealed in a dark place, experiencing countless sunrises and sunsets, countless changes of cold and warmth, until another pair of hands picked him up...

Then came another long dream.

In this dream, he turned into a young girl, slender and frail. In the great wasteland, even women needed to be strong for work and childbirth. The girl wasn't well-liked by her tribe and lived a hard life, always receiving the last share of the hunted prey.

Luckily, the tribe's shaman pitied her and took her in as an apprentice to help gather, sort, and process herbs. Her situation improved a bit, but not much, and the two hunters who occasionally brought her meat stopped coming altogether.

"They won't come anymore," the old woman sighed, comforting her, "We women don't necessarily need a man to survive. As long as you can manage these herbs, you can live, and live well."

As more and more people fell ill, the panicked tribe leaders made a decision:

"We should offer sacrifices to the devil! If it takes the sacrifices, it will leave us and stop taking our people!"

The slender, reclusive girl, now unprotected, was captured by her tribe. She was washed clean, dressed in the finest new clothes, her braids adorned with beads and flowers, and tied to a reed boat.

Surrounded by bowls of grains and pots of meat, she was pushed deep into the swamp. The boat slid, slid, and gradually sank into the black, foul-smelling mud.

Behind her, the high-pitched bone flute, the powerful hand drums, and the singing voices of men and women faded away:

"The men go hunting, hunting..."

"The women plant pumpkins, pumpkins..."

"Pumpkins and corn cooked into porridge, feeding my beloved little baby..."

The cold swamp water soaked through the reed boat. The girl lay flat, unable to move, sinking slowly. Her legs, her body, her face...

Finally, only her long hair remained, floating on the swamp's surface, a sign that a human had once existed here. Beneath the muddy water, the girl's last, vague consciousness rose, half as cold as the swamp, half as hot as fire:

Why!

Why!

Why me!!!

Her remaining consciousness intertwined with the swamp's black water, flies, and countless other cold forces. After an unknown amount of time, a humanoid form of black energy rose from the swamp's center.

It was slender, like a young girl. Flies formed her skirt, mosquitoes her ribbons, miasma her makeup...

For many years, the plague maiden roamed the land, devouring one human after another, one group of animals after another. Driven by instinct, she sought more power, harming more beasts and humans.

One day, dark clouds covered the sky, an unending blizzard fell. Rivers froze, plants withered, and the plague maiden looked up, hearing the dark forces' roar beneath the dark sky:

Sweep the land!

All these creatures must die!

Under the double onslaught of hunger and cold, creatures were more susceptible to disease. The plague maiden's power grew unprecedentedly - instinctively, she knew she had reached a critical point.

One more step, and she would no longer fear many things, face fewer constraints, and her power would extend further...

At this moment, a white-robed foreigner brought her a roll of blankets.

New plagues meant new power. The plague maiden, with her black energy arm, accepted the blanket and made a pact with the newcomer:

Together, they would attack the Eagle God's Kingdom, kill its people, and devour its power!

Then she met a crushing defeat in a few major tribes on the plains.

Garrett slowly opened his eyes, drenched in cold sweat. The memories of the plague maiden being besieged, torn apart, and devoured still rolled infinitely in his mind - Little snake, you've given back too much!

Why are you transmitting these memories to me!

But that's not all he had to deal with. Along with the memories, the little snake had given back power - a high-quality, enormous amount of power. Clearly, during the plague maiden's division, the little snake had obtained a significant portion:

A totem god, a totem god possibly at level 16, 17, or 18, and a large portion of the power core.

What it couldn't handle, it hastily digested, filtered, and discarded the darkest parts before throwing the rest into Garrett's mental sea.

Garrett: "..."

Listen, thank you...

No matter how much he complained, his immediate priority was to organize and assimilate this mental power. Garrett opened his eyes, quickly greeted Cirilla, and then sank back into deep meditation.

He guided, filtered, and eliminated impurities from the new mental power through the spiral structure of the meditation shell, grinding, absorbing, and incorporating it into his meditation core, handing it over to the light figure to arrange.

One part was used to promote the growth of the meditation core. The millions of neurons and billions of synapses in the light humanoid brain began to grow, grow, and grow frantically.

Human brains delete a large portion of synapses during development due to limited energy supply - the body already supplies 20% of its energy to the brain, any more and the body would starve. But the meditation core doesn't have this limitation!

The reason wizards strive to increase their mental power is to provide energy for the meditation core and maximize its computational power!

Another part was used to add another spiral, and another, and another, to the meditation shell. The more spirals, the larger the opening, the stronger the intake power, and the purer the filtered power.

Another part was stored in the meditation world to reinforce the territory and strengthen various spell constructs, making their feedback more precise, the power they could mobilize stronger, and the coverage area wider...

No, it's still not enough. This time, the little snake's feedback was too much, it felt like he was going to burst...

You can vomit to me, who can I vomit to? Should I vomit to the oak staff?

It won't accept it either!

Garrett secretly cried. The meditation shell was already on the verge of collapse, in the void, it seemed he could hear the cracking sound of it breaking apart.

It was like water rushing down from upstream, flooding the downstream riverbed, overflowing everywhere. The dam blocking the river was about to crack and burst...

Suddenly, an illusory, familiar, powerful force came from the void, enveloping him.

Fine, advancing is also a good option. By advancing, the meditation world can continue to expand, become more solid, and accommodate more power.

Garrett smoothly sank back into meditation. The vast world will poured into him, wrapping him, surrounding him. A pure consciousness rose rapidly, higher and higher...

Garrett instinctively looked down. On the dark ground below, scattered glows flickered. However, whether in brightness or density, they were far fewer than the light points he saw in his meditation when advancing in Nevis.

Correspondingly, the clouds attracted by these light points were also much fewer and thinner. The cloud pillars like water tornadoes pouring into this world, as seen in Nevis, were nowhere to be seen.

So, these light points are really human, or at least living beings' spirits and wills? The stronger the spiritual will, the more power it attracts from another level, and the faster this world progresses?

So, this is the truth of the world's favor... Whoever benefits the growth of living beings' spirits and wills benefits this world's progress, and the world rewards them...

Garrett immersed himself in this rare sight, his heart and spirit soaring. The world will surrounded him, lifting him higher and higher. In the void, Garrett heard endless voices from below:

"Plague Lord!"

"Plague Lord!"

"Ah, great Plague Lord! You are the youngest son of the Thunder God, you took the plague maiden's power, you saved us from the plague's harm... Praise you, sing to you, worship you..."

One person, ten people, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand. The overwhelming voices surged up, chasing him, surrounding him, lifting him higher. Just a touch made Garrett's mind shake:

It felt like in the realm of plague, he was omnipotent. With a wave of his hand, he could spread plague, stop plague, heal the sick, or make healthy people fall...

Those plague bacilli, cholera vibrios, smallpox viruses, hepatitis A and B viruses, meningitis viruses... He didn't need to enter a lab fully equipped, didn't need to painstakingly produce an electron microscope, he could control them at will...

Wait a minute!

I don't want to be the Plague Lord!

Garrett suddenly woke up. I came here to explore the mysteries of the world and relieve the people's pain and suffering! Becoming the Plague Lord would limit my power, trapping me forever!

Get lost!!!

These praises, these worships, these fears, all this mental power, get far

away from me, don't·touch·me·at·all!!!

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