Nightmare Paradise : Starting as a Doctor

Chapter 155: Symphony of Pain and Madness

After absorbing the shimmering orb fragments, Lynn sensed his insides gradually change, as if a long-dormant restriction had been lifted, unleashing primal instincts from deep within.

He felt an inexplicable desire for the sublimation materials strewn before him - a ravenous appetite clawed at his mind, yearning to undergo metamorphosis and demanding to be satiated.

"There is no time to delay," he muttered in a voice barely above a whisper - the urges were threatening to overwhelm him. "If I do not start the ritual soon, my body might lose control."

Fixing his gaze upon the three ominous catalysts - the [Distorted Flesh], the [Bestial Heart], and the [Cursed Doll] - his entire being sightly trembled from the intensity of the compulsion.

Firmly maintaining his composure, he could almost hear the whispers of the three sources of pollution, their spiritual essences calling out to him. The sensation was dizzying yet strangely intoxicating.

With a sense of urgency tightening his chest, he regulated his breathing, focusing his spirit to dispel the illusions. Then, with resolve igniting his gaze, he approached the pulsating objects on the ground.

Reaching out with shaking fingers, Lynn reverently caressed the surface of the container holding the [Cursed Doll] before opening it. Immediately after, the cavern seemed to thicken with a wicked energy.

Maniacal laughter and haunting sobs echoed, their discordant sounds originating from every direction simultaneously, causing him to furrow his brow. "It is stronger than last time," he noticed.

But despite the intensifying sensations, he did not flinch or back away. Instead, he leaned closer, embracing the cacophony of madness that washed over him, feeling the encroaching corruption start to spread.

"This is only the beginning," he calmly continued. After all, the ordinary sublimation ritual was just a form of controlled spiritual pollution - using it to mutate and break through the human limits.

But what he was about to undertake was a far cry from ordinary and was more radical and dangerous. Without hesitation, he steadied his trembling hand and extended it above the puppet.

He made a swift, decisive cut on his wrist, allowing crimson blood to burst forth and drip down onto the porcelain exterior. As the scarlet liquid made contact, the sinister atmosphere grew even heavier.

The doll greedily absorbed the blood, its eyes coming alive with an ominous red glow. The veiny blade in the delicate hands throbbed uncontrollably, imbued with a demonic sentience.

The wooden receptacle that served as a seal for the corrupting presence also began to break apart, unable to contain any longer the dark energy. Noticing the situation, Lynn did not panic.

Rather than being taken aback, he welcomed the power surge with open arms. Even more, he focused his mind, channeling his spirituality to greet the unleashed force without resistance.

When the two merged, the boundaries between his consciousness and the essence of the puppet blurred. Visions of fallen souls and dark emotions flashed in his mind, threatening his senses.

Suddenly, the seal shattered entirely, and the [Cursed Doll] emerged. Bathed in a blinding crimson light, it streaked through the air like a malicious missile, its target clear.

Purposely staying in place, he allowed the swirling, crazy ray to engulf him, penetrating his shaking flesh and merging with his spiritual being. That announced the start of the assimilation ritual.

Gritting his teeth against the severe pain, he braced himself, knowing this was just the opening. The plan was to absorb the three sublimation materials one after another, converting his body into their battlefield.