I confirmed that the Source Crystal could slow the spread of the cancer cells in my body.
I was desperate to conduct a proper human trial. I wanted to escape the shadow of death completely.
But I didn't dare.
I didn't have the courage to personally implant that cold crystal into my own body.
I was afraid of failure.
I was afraid of becoming one of those mindless, walking corpses from the morgue.
She trusted me so much.
She didn't have a single doubt, telling me with a smile that she would do anything as long as I could get better.
On the third day after the Source Crystal was implanted, her skin began to fester, growing a thick carapace.
On the fifth day, her bones began to twist, making a cringe-inducing cracking sound. Her hands transformed into sharp, bony claws.
On the seventh day, she completely lost her sanity, turning into a monster that knew only how to roar and destroy.
I returned home.
I pushed open the door and saw the floor covered in blood.
