Wading through the knotted vines and foliage, Lynn entered the secluded cavern. His spiritual vision pierced the gloom, evaluating every nook and cranny. To his relief, the interior space was unoccupied.
The walls ascended several meters before curving into a natural, sheltering ceiling, damp with moisture and permeated by an earthy scent. Stalactites hung like jagged fangs, their tips dripping with water.
Moving deeper inside, he cleared away piles of rubble, dead leaves, and sticks accumulated in windblown corners over the years. This cave would serve perfectly as his base for now.
After the initial preparations, he dug through his inventory, retrieving the necessary components and materials gradually collected through his various extraordinary experiences thus far.
Carefully laying out the three sublimation catalysts on the floor, Lynn examined them with a critical eye. The remains of the calamity source, the [Distorted Flesh], pulsed unsettlingly inside the glass bottle.
In contrast, the crystalline [Bestial Heart] gleamed with a faint dark glow - the amorphous mass inside it shifted and churned ominously, expanding and contracting rhythmically like a heartbeat.
But the most disturbing item was the [Cursed Doll] inside the container. The memory of its ceramic features twisting into an expression of silent suffering added to the troubling aura. Fortunately, it remained sealed.
These three artifacts, imbued with profound spiritual corruption, would serve as the component for his first sublimation. The process would be arduous and hazardous, but the rewards were worth the risk.
As he arranged them, a peculiar sensation pricked at his senses. "Could it be... they are reacting to each other?" he surprisingly murmured, his voice echoing faintly in the damp air of the cavern.
Despite their powers being sealed, weakened, and suppressed through various means, the encounter with each other triggered a sudden surge of energy as if unexpectedly stimulated.
They started emitting a faint, eerie aura, colliding and probing each other boundaries. It seemed like a meeting between natural enemies, immediately engaging in a battle of dominance.
His eyes narrowed as he observed the strange phenomenon unfolding. "I did not expect such a reaction," he analyzed, his keen mind racing to comprehend the implications.
Although he knew that each type of spiritual pollution had distinctive characteristics, the interaction before him was unprecedented and hinted at something deeper and more complex.
For example, the contamination of the rich man he previously treated was vastly different from the one causing the werewolf mutations, which was also non-identical to the twisted essence he encountered within the dungeons.
Yet, here they were, seemingly reacting and responding to one another. That was intriguing, but unfortunately, Lynn had no time to delve into the depth of this question and find responses.
Before this unexpected stimulation could cause one of the seals to break, he must act quickly and begin the sublimation ritual. Turning his attention to the Nightmare Paradise panel, he swiftly navigated to the section unlocked after his authority upgraded, his fingers flying across the interface.
[Start the sublimation process?]
The familiar notification greeted him, causing his heart to pound with excitement and nervousness. That was the moment he had anticipated - the chance to unlock a new realm of extraordinary power.
He settled the ritual in motion with a resolute nod, confirming his decision. Instantly, the three ominous sublimation materials pulsated and vibrated more fiercely, their auras overflowing as though they sensed something.
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Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor
FantasyA mysterious countdown timer shattered Lynn's reality, blurring the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary When the nightmare chooses you, the only way to escape is to become stronger. It is both a danger and an opportunity. 【 Welcome...