Chapter 625 Rude Patient

625 Rude Patient

"Do you seek death! Because if you do! Then I shall grant it!" the old man said.

"Then you will die, maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but you will die, far sooner than you think, and far crueler than you can ever believe," I replied.

The man tried to grab me by the throat as he extended his hand. At the same time, Old Fu pulled out his sword, and everyone inside the cube was ready to risk losing their Qi once again to come help.

That brought a smile to my face, but I knew for a fact that this man could never act upon his current anger.

Or so I thought as he moved his hand away and roared like a beast, causing the entirety of the cave to shake and shudder.

The Dusking Sun took a long sigh, and said, "What is happening to me? That thing which was dormant is now squirming inside my head..."

"Because it's dying," I replied.

"How so?" the Dusking Sun replied, "If it's dying shouldn't it be a good thing," he said.

"Not all things die peacefully, some die while struggling in their death throes you know, and living creatures are no exception. In your attempt to take my blood, which is poison by itself, though it would cause you nothing but mild discomfort, it is a lethal dose for the small thing inside your head."

I explained as I backed away. Displaying how the slime on the earth was avoiding me as much as possible.

I gripped against a small bit of the slime and placed it on my palm. It shuddered and shook then soon died out, not moving one bit.

"Living beings all have coping mechanism, especially against death, even a chicken will run around when its head is cut off. As for a fungi that's suffering from a terminal and lethal dose of poison, it will do all in its power to struggle and survive, including releasing more of its pathogens into your head."

"Patho...what?" the Dusking Sun asked.

"It's what causes you pain currently, never mind the terminology. What's happening right now is that a type of poison is being released into your head and you need to stop it, or you won't survive," I said.

"Poison should have no effect on me, I'm a Sun! A SUN!"

"And even suns and stars die out, you're not special," I said to him in the calmest way possible, "Eternity is nothing but a thought, inaccessible and impossible, you can live long, but you'll never outlive time itself, not it's beginning, and not its end." This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

The man had veins bulging on his forehead but he couldn't help but to suck it up because I wasn't saying anything wrong. Nor could he act upon it because only I can help him.

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"Then how can I fix this?!"

"I don't know," I said.

I could feel the rage in his eyes surging up once again.

He went on the table and leaned back, resting his back against the table while waiting for me.

"Why did you set up the cube on fire first?" asked the Dusking Sun.

"Because nothing purifies better than fire. This place had many people in it, breathing, farting and touching things with their hands, it would be an annoyance to try and cure a patient with all that around us. Cleansing the place first helps."

"That shouldn't affect a Sun," he said.

"It wouldn't, but you can't be too sure, remember, your current condition is caused by a very tiny organism that could easily be dealt with before it enters the body, but now that its inside things become more annoying, anyway, let me take a closer look at you," I said as I pressed on hand on top of the man's forehead.

I sent several waves of Divine Sense into his mind to have a better read of what was going on. And I was surprised the moment I received the images in my head. The organism that was as small as an ant's head has now grown and spread all over the man's brain, against the crust of it, filing its membranes into the brain matter of the Dusking Sun's mind.

"You know how far this had progressed, didn't you?" I asked.

"I do," replied the Dusking Sun, "It's my brain, I know what it is suffering from," he said.

"Why didn't you discard your body, and look for a new body," I asked him.

"And give up a body that reached the stage of a Sun, to decrease my cultivation level and grind back up, not a chance, I'd rather die than do all of that again..."

"Fair enough," I said.

"You speak with certainty and confidence that would convince a man that there is a cure," said the Dusking Sun.

"Because there is," I said.

"And what is the cure?" he asked.

"To kill the pathogen and all its spores inside your body, without it ever knowing," I said.

"I tried that, I tried many things, but it can read my intentions, the moment I try and do something against it, I either fall to slumber or an incredible pain wracks my body."

"That's because it is attached to your mind, and can translate when you're being suicidal, if the host is threatened the parasite will try its best to keep it alive, even if it means to harm the host in the process. Because if the host dies, the parasite dies with it. However, if the parasite does not know when it happened, it cannot do anything," I said.

"How so?" he asked.

"Simple," I replied, "I just need to put you in deep sleep," I said.

"Hah!" the man laughed, "I haven't slept in more than tens of thousands of years, what makes...you...think I'll..." The man couldn't finish his words as his eyes closed and he went into deep sleep.

"Yep," I said as I pulled my hand off his head. "Nighty night, now let's get working,"