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The Abyssalized North Carolina Capital.
In the dim, deathly silent operating room, the Poison Master watched the subject on the surgical table, his hands trembling.
The young man's body was covered in precise, symmetrical dissection marks. His heart, exposed to the air, beat powerfully. He looked like a slaughtered pig or sheep, cut open from navel to neck, yet no blood flowed from his wounds. Most bizarre of all, his flesh was healing at a visible rate.
A few seconds later, the man's body had completely healed. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of light shone forth. His eyeballs were perfect crystal orbs, translucent and radiant, emitting a holy glow.
The surgical instruments in the Poison Master's hands clattered to the floor. His body couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
"Ha... hahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHA..."
He broke into a choked laugh, tears streaming down his face.
His life's ambition was realized at this very moment.
