Seizing the BOSS Template at the Start

On the street, the smell of decay became more severe, and a special aura was attempting to infiltrate his body.

Baiyi thought of something, and the Gold-devouring Insects surged out from the Space Ring, covering his body evenly, blocking this special aura.

Moreover, the most important thing was that Baiyi sensed the incredibly dense magic power in this decaying world, at least a hundred times more concentrated than that of the current Xiya Continent....

The first two eras... Was the world very healthy back then? At least the Ancient Gods hadn’t completely damaged the world’s foundation.

Subspace... isn’t it just made up of small worlds?

”What are you doing? Don’t leave the room!”

Suddenly, an extremely sharp male voice rang out, and when Baiyi turned his head, he immediately saw someone wearing a black Bird Beak Mask, dressed in a Death God Robe, holding a scalpel, quickly approaching.

The warm yellow light on its mask was fixed on Baiyi, giving a strong sense of pressure, and Baiyi seemed to faintly see a hint of death lingering behind him.

Baiyi glanced at the Future Star Title he was wearing; indeed, only the Federation would recognize this title, while other NPCs didn’t.

The aura on Baiyi’s body gradually revealed itself, and instantly made the Plague Doctor hesitate: ”Did you come from outside?”

He sensed the clean aura on this person, one untainted by disease, which shouldn’t appear on the lands of the Fenghuo Kingdom.

”Yes, my companion and I got lost in space and ended up here,” Baiyi said helplessly, ”We didn’t mean to come here, but I have to find my companion to leave.”

The Plague Doctor’s voice softened, seeming to suppress something, but there was still a touch of doubt and disbelief: ”The space lock of Fenghuo Kingdom was opened?”

Baiyi paused, space lock?

Zero: [No information on space lock found, but historically, the entire population of Fenghuo Kingdom perished with no survivors. Based on the Ancient Gods’ propensity for creating nightmare worlds, it’s suggested that Black Death·Pathogen might be the work of an Ancient God.]

Baiyi shook his head: ”I don’t know, I’m not familiar with this place.”

The Plague Doctor seemed disappointed but still said: ”Then come with me, it’s a good thing it’s daytime, with an air pollution index of 0.3. If it were nighttime, exposure to the air would be very dangerous; a pollution level of 0.8 can’t be blocked even by Silver.”

Baiyi thought of the knowledge he purchased and the accompanying Plague Doctor Set; it seemed to specifically target the Black Death Curse. He wondered if it had the same effect as what these Plague Doctors were wearing.

”What happened here? Let me introduce myself; I’m an Alchemist, named Baiyi. Perhaps I could help you?” Baiyi followed the Plague Doctor’s pace, asking gently.

According to records, the Plague Doctor profession is special; they don’t belong to any conventional profession’s transfer.

They were born from the Black Death Curse, and the power within them is a relatively peaceful mutation of the Black Death Curse.

In other words, although this profession is at odds with the Black Death Curse, its roots also stem from the curse. It is the curse that gave them power, and also the curse that brought them despair.

”An Alchemist?” the Plague Doctor said calmly, ”You can call me Fang Heng. The only way you can help us is to stay at the headquarters, where there are virus isolation devices. As long as you don’t come out, you can probably live another ten years.”

”Ten years... How did you reach that conclusion?” Baiyi asked curiously.

”That’s the average lifespan of an Alchemist,” Fang Heng said somewhat silently.

Suddenly sensing something, he abruptly turned his head to look at a room at the corner of the street, quickly rushing towards it.

Baiyi followed quickly. The time node in this world was still unknown, or even if known, it might not matter, because all he knew was that the Plague Doctors eventually disappeared with the kingdom in the river of history.

Details were scarce; Zero continued to absorb various knowledge from the network, but the information gathered was exceedingly simple, not even mentioning the space lock...

”Ahhhhh....”

Just as they reached the intersection, a scream, as if ripping through the vocal cords, erupted from a room to the left, the empty street enhancing its chilling eeriness.

Fang Heng kicked open the door, drawing a syringe filled with green liquid from the hem of the Death God Robe, swiftly approaching a curled-up figure on the bed, plunging the syringe without hesitation into the figure’s back, and the green liquid disappeared rapidly.

”Ugh..ugh...”

The eerie howling of the figure on the bed stopped instantly; its vocal cords seemed damaged, leaving a wheezing sound in its moan.

”Phew~ just in time...” Fang Heng’s relieved voice hadn’t completely faded when an extreme sense of danger suddenly overwhelmed him.

”Retreat!” Fang Heng shuddered, his voice changed, swiftly retreating, pulling Baiyi from the doorway towards the opposite street.

He hastily pulled out a walkie-talkie, speaking rapidly: ”Headquarters, headquarters, this is Fang Heng at 135 Sunset Street. A dangerous object A-031, Embrace of Suffering, has appeared. I’ve seen it, I need support.”

”Repeat, 135 Sunset Street, a...”

Baiyi let Fang Heng pull him away, glancing back at the door of the room where the Human Race silhouette stood, facing towards them, with an extremely stiff expression, a bizarre look, neither crying nor smiling.

As they locked eyes, Baiyi could feel a not-so-strong sense of danger washing over him. It had its sights set on him?

Thoughtful, Baiyi wondered about the dangerous object starting with A—surely it was something from the second tier, right? Why did it feel... not so strong?

[Headquarters received, please hold out for three minutes...]

The voice on the walkie-talkie was also somewhat urgent, as if this Embrace of Suffering was very notorious.

Fang Heng, feeling something, shouted loudly: ”Don’t look at it! Anything that gazes into that mask will be possessed; it will devour your soul.”

Following Fang Heng’s words, Baiyi also felt the mounting danger, with numerous Gold-devouring Insects dying on him as a certain curse drew near.

In Baiyi’s eyes, the Human with the bizarre expression suddenly lost its face, collapsed in a bloody mess, replaced by a human skin-clad phantom shadow approaching them swiftly.

Its speed was such that the Plague Doctor could not possibly outpace it.

With suspicion deepening, Baiyi eyed the swiftly approaching human face, feeling this so-called Nightmare World not as dangerous as described.

His eyes flashed scarlet, malice flickering lightly.

In an instant, the mask in the sky abruptly decelerated, hesitating slightly at Baiyi’s gaze, yet still trying to approach.

Noticing this, Fang Heng abruptly halted, an intensely cold, eerie aura erupting from his body, extending an arm as the extreme cold qi surged towards the Embrace of Suffering.

However, Fang Heng’s level seemed too low; the extreme cold qi merely slowed the mask’s flight without causing any freezing.

Fang Heng despaired, just as he prepared to resign to his fate.

Snap~

A slight sound resonated alongside an energy that made his hair stand on end burst around him.

He looked over sharply, witnessing an unbelievable scene, clear shock visible on his Bird Beak Mask.

For an S-level danger, clutched in Baiyi’s hand, while the once approachable youth, akin to an aristocrat from the outside world, now felt as dangerous as a threat... No, perhaps more dangerous.

Baiyi’s scarlet pupils brimmed with excitement; he had realized the peculiarity.

Turning to Fang Heng, he smiled and said, ”I caught it!”

Snap~

Simultaneously, a slimy tentacle burst forth from Baiyi’s face, shifting the scene sharply from a boyish grace to an eerie visage.

Fang Heng collapsed, watching the being he had struggled to rescue, momentarily speechless.

He seemed to have... saved an S-level danger?