Adam Carter carefully picked up the fish egg with tweezers and placed it in a cup without water.

His expression was somewhat dazed.

“System. I remember you told me that the hatched kingfish can devour the eggs of other parasitic fish.”

[Using poison to fight poison, huh? That is indeed a way to cure illness.]

“How do I do it?”

[Pollution is a form of evolution. One of the ways for an Apocalypse to advance is to continuously fuse with pollutants.]

[But during the fusion process, your own morbidity will inevitably increase. Also, not all pollutants can be fused with the human body.]

[Ha, come to think of it, humanity’s current strongest combat power is the result of the combined effect of technology and pollution disease. That person’s morbidity has already reached ninety-five, yet he’s still running around putting out fires like an tireless mule, tsk. He knows he’s dangerous, and the person in charge knows he’s dangerous too. But what can they do? You still need danger to solve danger.] The system’s tone was full of mockery.

[I can teach you how to fuse the kingfish egg. As your system, what bad intentions could I possibly have?]

[But I must tell you the risks, so I don’t get complaints for tricking you into spending. The process of fusing with a pollutant is irreversible—even if you regret it halfway, you can’t stop. And it’s not guaranteed to succeed. In short, as long as you don’t die, it counts as a success.]

Adam Carter: “You’ve already told me many times that this disease, or rather, this method of biological evolution will break out all over the world. K City is just the beginning, not the end.”

“If most of the world is polluted, there’s no way I can stay unaffected. The physical stats of pollutant bodies far exceed those of normal humans; ordinary people simply have no chance to fight back.”

He needed power. Otherwise, he was just waiting to die.

What’s more, since this pollution disease is called evolution, the species that are eliminated will one day be wiped out by history, becoming archaeological relics.

“What’s more, I’m a doctor. Saving lives is my duty.”

Adam Carter had never spoken so much since he was born.

Rather than analyzing, it was more like he was convincing himself.

“Tell me, what do I need to do?”

*

Adam Carter had held a scalpel many times, but since he had no tendency for self-harm, this was his first time cutting himself.

He vaguely remembered that, back when he pretended to sleep in the psychiatric hospital, he overheard the attending doctor and nurse chatting. They said his primary personality was completely normal, just unable to process negative emotions. Those negative emotions would be absorbed by a split-off second personality.

Usually, when there’s too much negative energy, it needs to be vented. Some people turn inward and hurt themselves; others turn outward and attack the world. Unfortunately, Adam Carter’s split personality was the latter.

So, he was one of the few patients in the psychiatric hospital’s intensive care unit who wouldn’t hurt himself.

According to the system, he needed to cut open his own blood vessel and stuff the fish egg inside to incubate it. The result would be clear in about one to three days.

As for why not take it orally… Adam Carter had already dissected someone who had swallowed a fish egg.

For convenience of operation, observation, and ease of treatment, Adam Carter chose his arm as the incubation bed.

Disinfection, local anesthesia, gripping the scalpel, and getting to work.

Adam Carter didn’t cut an artery, so the blood just oozed out—there was no gory scene of it spurting onto the ceiling. The depth was just right.

A foreign object entering a blood vessel can cause an embolism, which in severe cases leads to paralysis. Judging by the diameter of this fish egg, it could easily block a major artery.

Adam Carter stuffed the pale golden egg inside, then stitched up the wound.

The whole process took less than three minutes.

When he finished this minor surgery, it was 11 a.m.

Lunchtime was approaching, so Adam Carter started steaming rice, made scrambled eggs with chives, and reheated yesterday’s leftover corn and pork rib stew.

He had always been a good cook.

However, today, as soon as he swallowed the first bite, Adam Carter couldn’t help but throw it up.

“Thirty-five minutes after surgery, body temperature has risen significantly. Accompanied by dizziness, palpitations, and severe nausea.”

Vomiting too much causes stomach acid to irritate the throat, leading to irreversible damage to the esophagus. But Adam Carter truly felt an indescribable hunger.

So, he decided to give himself a glucose IV.

While on the drip, Adam Carter still stubbornly tossed the pot and bowl into the dishwasher. Yet, as he turned off the faucet, he could still hear the sound of waves in his ears from time to time.

K City was close to the sea. During hospital team-building events, Adam Carter had been to the seaside several times.

Because of different latitudes, the celestial tidal forces on the earth’s surface vary, resulting in different tides in different regions.

He could tell that this was the sound of Quhai’s tides.

Adam Carter wrote a line in his notebook: “Fifty-five minutes after surgery, tinnitus symptoms appeared.”

“Six hours after surgery, extremely high fever, 42 degrees Celsius. Considering the possibility of functional impairment or necrosis of cells.”

“But the fact that I haven’t passed out is probably also due to evolution.”

The system’s tone was rather odd: [Honestly, I think a normal person would just choose to sleep it off.]

Adam Carter was forcing himself to stay awake. Every time he felt like he was about to faint, he would desperately pinch his philtrum.