"Hiss…" Qi Suian sucked in a sharp breath. His flesh, saturated with the Deep Virus, began to disintegrate as if someone were flaying him with a razor blade.
His bones started to dissolve, and his internal organs began to fail.
'Hang in there. Just hang in there...'
The expedition-grade ecological circulation unit did its utmost to maintain a stable environment, all to keep Qi Suian alive for a little longer.
This wasn't the first time he had experienced such agony.
Every upgrade to his viral talent came with an excruciatingly painful transformation. Success was never guaranteed on the first try; it required dozens of attempts, coupled with incredible adaptability.
"BLECH..." Qi Suian wretched up a mouthful of black blood. The force was so great that one of his eyeballs popped right out of its socket.
The optic nerve was surprisingly resilient and didn't snap, leaving the eyeball dangling, still connected to his brain.
