Li Qing was momentarily speechless.
No matter what, this was too outrageous.
His gaze refocused on the inside of the isolated sterile workshop, examining it carefully.
At least on the surface, there was nothing obviously abnormal.
"Right."
Across the glass, Ning Guochang suddenly looked at that freely moving black ink army on his desk, "Do you know what your 0.0023-gram army civilization, which I control, is saying right now?"
"They're talking now?" Li Qing asked curiously.
Ning Guochang helplessly spread his hands, "They can't understand our sonic vibration language. They're just communicating with a special consciousness wave: outside the chaotic wall, there's a vast and enormous Outer God communicating with their Creator God."
They seemed to be able to sense the consciousness body.
They couldn't see his human form clearly, but they could actually see the vast consciousness.
Li Qing was silent, staring at the speck of black mud, and said in surprise, "Wait, are you saying that in their eyes, I'm also an evil god?"
"Yes," Ning Guochang said.
Ning Guochang explained that the two of them, humans, were using the common method of [sonic vibration communication]. In the eyes of those who couldn't make a sound, it was being regarded as a mysterious and indescribable Outer God language.
Moreover, just listening to this ancient god language would blow away their army.
Overturn their houses.
Stir up unimaginable world-destroying hurricanes.
And be mixed with corrosive acid rain of death?
Thinking about it, it made sense.
Who told someone to put their mouth so close to the table.
"They really worship you," Li Qing said.
He dared to bet that this was more amazing than any delusional story he had ever seen from a mental patient.
Even the mentally ill patients in all of human history would not be more fantastical than what was being described today.
This refreshed the upper limit of the delusions of mental patients.
If it really was just a delusion...
"The 0.0023-gram microbial kingdom that I currently control is quite worshipful of me," Ning Guochang revealed a complicated smile, as if this was the only thing that had made him happy since these days of terrifying changes.
Li Qing asked, "So, what are you going to do next?"
"Commit suicide."
Ning Guochang took a deep breath and spoke out a decision he had prepared long ago:
"In this room, the new civilization calls itself the Atabia Kingdom, a country ruled by wise engineers. I will not be their Pangu, becoming the origin of their civilization."
"I've had enough, enough of these weird things. I want to perish together with them."
"It shouldn't come to that."
Li Qing calmly analyzed, "There's still a chance to struggle. There's nothing to be afraid of from the bacterial civilization in the microscopic world. Even if they have intelligence, they're just microorganisms. Just kill the awakened microorganisms."
The intelligence of these single cells cannot be easily inherited.
In other words, the offspring cannot proliferate, the number is constant, and you just need to kill those mutated individuals.
Although there may be hundreds of millions of them.
Treat it as cancer cells; chemotherapy is feasible.
It's just that the process will be more complicated, and it's impossible to eliminate all of them. They're even better at transferring and hiding than cancer cells.
If they have any intelligence, they will play hide-and-seek with you in your body.
Although chemotherapy causes great damage to the body, as long as it's reduced to a safe number, they may not be able to cause trouble.
"It's possible, but it's more likely that they will fight to the death, creating biological virus weapons to kill me, the giant, causing me to collapse and become their vast land. When a whale falls, all things thrive."
Ning Guochang saw it very clearly, his voice was surprisingly calm, "I don't want to struggle anymore."
In fact, he was too tired.
For him, who suffered from trypophobia, this was a mental torture comparable to a severe punishment from the very beginning.
A strong desire to survive made him try to struggle, living in a trypophobic world, but suicidal and depressive tendencies became more and more serious, until now, all the microorganisms in his body had awakened.
He clearly knew that he was beyond medical help.
At this moment, this mental patient across the window, his voice was weak and lifeless:
"I want to take advantage of the fact that they haven't yet re-birthed their own civilization, modify their biological structure, and eliminate them."
"I've arranged everything. I'll wrap myself in a sealed protective suit, lock myself and them in, shine ultraviolet light on the protective suit and spray alcohol, then leave this room and find an oil drum to immolate myself, perishing together with them."
"Now, they're still ordinary microorganisms. If they evolve these single cells and can withstand ultraviolet light and alcohol after a few weeks, then there will be trouble."
Ning Guochang said, "You're the only person I can trust. After I commit suicide, I hope you can help me dispose of the remaining microorganisms in this workshop, as well as my funeral arrangements. It shouldn't be too difficult."
Obviously, he had arranged everything.
Li Qing said:
"Although I really want to believe you, it's still incredible. For your safety, can you prove that your abilities are real? This is a doctor's professional ethics."
Ning Guochang lightly leaped and nimbly jumped on the wall like a spider a few times, before landing back on the seat.
Li Qing trembled, and after a few seconds of brain storming, he sighed, "I understand. This subverts all my life experiences up to now. I really can't help you."
"I know." Ning Guochang sat on the chair, looking at the black dot on the table, pointing at them and said:
"Did you hear that? They're cheering, calling me... Creator God! I am their leader!"
"My previous life was very humiliating and ugly, but now I'm respected and worshiped by other simple creatures! They're even willing to sacrifice themselves to fight for me, to conquer kingdoms tens of thousands of times larger than them."
Li Qing didn't speak.
"My parents are gone. They supported my studies abroad and helped me start a family and career. The last time I called, they were still waiting for me to have grandchildren, asking if I was doing well, whether I had brought back a foreign girl. I... didn't dare to open my mouth. Foreign countries are not as good as they think. Then they suddenly had an accident. Now I also have problems, and I'll be seeing them soon."
"But thinking about it, I don't regret my life. Instead of living this mediocre and useless life, it's better to be a god for a while. These people worship me, admire me. The last moment was glorious, brilliant. I'm not a waste here, but the glorious epic of their civilization."
"People who live seriously are not waste," Li Qing comforted, still in shock.
Comforting and soothing the patient's emotions was his job.
Although the bizarre events in front of him made him forget his job.
"Yes, yes."
Ning Guochang looked open-minded, and as he spoke, he returned to the simple and honest smile that was unique to those simple rural people when he first met them.
After that, Li Qing and Ning Guochang no longer discussed the story of the mythical kingdom, but talked about trivial household matters, his past, his tragedy, and the simple joys of his childhood.
Finally, Li Qing didn't know how he left.
His mind was blank.
For the rest of the day, he was in a daze, numb and trance-like.
At this time, his friend called again to ask about the return to China, and he couldn't be sure how much he had heard.
Ning Guochang, at the last moment of his life, chose to tell everything to himself, the psychologist.
Because only he was willing to look for him.
In this foreign country, only he treated him as a friend, respected him, and listened to him seriously from beginning to end.
Unlike his zombie adventure and Pangu's creation myth, this story about himself was ordinary and had happened to many people.
This seemingly free country is indeed free for some top figures, with brilliant and wonderful lives, champagne and beauties, but for ordinary people in this country, it is cannibalistic.
Li Qing had received many mental patients here, listening to them tell their stories of suffering. Almost without exception, they had one characteristic: poverty.
The happiness of rich people is different.
Only poverty is the root cause of most acquired mental illnesses. The 996 of modern workers not only destroys your body, but also destroys your spirit.
And isn't he also burdened with the pressure of these people at the bottom of society?
Psychiatrists are already under enormous pressure.
During the phone call, his friend also noticed that Li Qing was absent-minded, and finally asked, "Have you bought your plane ticket?"
After hesitating for a moment, Li Qing replied, "I still have something to do, I won't return to China for now."
His friend, who was also a mental health professional, immediately noticed, "No! You're not right. Is there something wrong with your patient? Don't take it to heart.
We see a lot of suffering, and we can't really get emotionally involved. Don't you see so many colleagues depressed? Our profession is about moving forward with a heavy load. The psychological pressure is greater than the funeral home next door!"
After hanging up the friend's comforting phone call, Li Qing was still silent.
Until one afternoon three days later.
Li Qing heard a message.
Someone died in self-immolation.
It was said to be a Chinese person, and coupled with a previous mental case and a suicide note, it was handled very simply in this country where shootings are common.
Another day passed.
Li Qing received an anonymous package.
The contents were very simple, only a deep red crystal rhombic core.
--This is the source of superpowers.
The moment he got the crystal core, his entire brain went blank, his heart was pounding, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The authority of the second-generation zombie lord.
Li Qing was immediately confused, constantly recalling the previous Ning Guochang's mouth, some descriptions of gorgeous fantasy stories, this crystal core seemed to be opening the door to the devil, the opportunity may completely change his life.
Fear?
A little.
Because he personally witnessed the incredible civilization myth of the workshop laboratory, a vast Creator God was murdered by his creation people.
Excited?
Of course.
This is an adventure of class promotion, a turning point in a dull life!
Coming from a medical background, he knew how terrifying the potential was and how many tricks he could play.
As long as he controlled it well, he would be enough to reach the top of the world!
Establish huge forces and underground technology companies, establish laboratories, and secretly create micro-civilizations, promoting the emergence of the extraordinary.
Even...
Crack the origin of life and move towards immortality.
There is no doubt that the development of modern human biology has been extremely slow so far.
Human biotechnology has only just begun in the field of nanobots and nanomachines, and what about himself?
It is equivalent to having nanometer-level and micrometer-level biological robots from the beginning.
This is something that no doctor with dreams can refuse.
Even if he was just a small psychiatrist, he also had a great dream of becoming a biology professor.