"...How are you feeling now?"
"Thank you... I feel much better."
Waking from his coma, Shen Rui raised his head and saw a woman in a white lab coat standing in the ward. She had a rare head of long white hair.
He then looked at his left hand and discovered that beneath his rolled-up sleeve, it was covered in flesh-red folds, like something rotten and decayed.
At the sight, his pupils contracted slightly, and he involuntarily held his breath.
Standing outside the ward window and watching the excitement, several players who had not logged off yet chatted in low voices, clearly eager to stir things up.
"So these are the people from the Enterprise?"
"Why do they all look so sickly?"
"Probably like that Bucky guy. Maybe they got bitten by Gnawers on the way here."
"...Damn, a unicorn arm?"
"Looks pretty cool, actually."
"Fuck, where can I get one of those?"
"What are you planning to do?"
"Get a whole set, obviously! Hehe, it'd be great if it could sprout dozens of meters of tentacles like Prototype!"
"Holy shit, you're into some heavy stuff!"
Fortunately, the injured people in the ward could neither hear nor understand what those idiots outside were saying.
Otherwise, their blood pressure, which had only just gone down, would have shot right back up.
Looking at the tablet in her hand, Heya's eyes gleamed with excitement and curiosity as she spoke rapidly.
"Corrosion level: 11%. The mutant slime mold has replaced your left arm, and fortunately, it's only your left arm. Your symptoms are relatively mild. I injected you with an inhibitor that can stop the slime mold from spreading further... and prevent it from replacing your brain."
"Can it be cured?"
Though he had grave doubts about the medical conditions here, hope still