Hello, I am a Noble Infected

After stabbing and cutting several wounds, Li Aoz made himself covered in blood.

"Health is down to half, hmm, that's about right."

Li Aoz hid his suitcase. The money inside would be very useful, but not now. With his current blank slate, the shelter mission was projected to take at least five weeks. If there were any accidents, or if his leveling was slower, it might take several months to complete.

However, Li Aoz wasn't in a hurry at all. Players who were Starcallers were, in a way, similar to the old brothers on Doghead Bar; they never believed that the things they loved were weak. They only thought, endured, and worked hard, possessing extreme patience.

"My Charm is 13 points, and my main profession is Commoner... It's meaningless. I don't want to waste experience on this. If I can get the Mutant profession, my Charm will increase with each level-up. Combined with the effect of the Permanent Feat: Love Hunter, my stat growth will be very considerable. There's no need to increase meaningless professional levels in the early game."

Players have countless opportunities for trial and error in the early stages, but Li Aoz didn't. He didn't know if he, as a regular NPC, could repeatedly farm dungeons like players.

After all, not many NPCs could enter dungeons. They were basically those who appeared due to plot requirements, and they would at least be an Elite or Expert template.

Li Aoz rubbed his forehead, smearing his face with blood. The blood, grit, and Frost and Snow mixed together made his pale skin stand out even more. With the high Charm bonus, he was more likely to attract attention, making his tragic and pitiable state immediately obvious.

Li Aoz adjusted his breathing, making his heart rate increasingly faster. He walked with stiff, weak steps, slowly heading deeper into the shelter. His background wasn't great to begin with, his clothes were old and tattered, weathered by the elements. After struggling in the snow for a long time, he was already covered in dirt. Coupled with a camping knife, his body was covered in wounds, making him look as if he had just gone through a fierce battle, appearing mad and muttering incoherently.

"Help... help... help me..."

He pinched his throat, using all his strength to emit the most hoarse and weak sound. His gray eyes were vacant, and he stumbled through the dark corridor, deliberately bumping into places where surveillance cameras were installed, such as corners and stairwells.

"Hehehe, help me—why, leave me here—someone help me!"

Li Aoz seemed to wander aimlessly for a few minutes. His movements were sometimes stagnant, sometimes frantic, and sometimes he would slash and smash the surrounding walls without any warning.

As he covered his face with his hands and wailed, a glint flashed in his gray eyes:

"I've performed this well, crying and making a scene. Those 'doctors,' even if they were blind, should have seen me by now?"

As expected, after kneeling and crying for a while, his ears twitched slightly.

From the depths of the shelter, the sound of mechanical transmission could be heard.

Clank, clatter, clatter.

Someone's coming.

He knelt and sobbed without a trace, silently counting in his heart:

3, 6... 12? Is it 12 or 13? If it's 13, I won't need to keep pushing myself. I'll be directly classified as a high-risk patient and locked up.

Li Aoz paid no attention to the approaching footsteps. He continued to kneel and sob, using his fingertips to widen his eyes, stimulating his eyes to secrete tears with the blood from his wounds.

This self-harming act immediately produced results—from the previously deathly silent shelter corridor, a low, hoarse female voice suddenly sounded: "Don't get close. The patient has self-harm tendencies and lacks logical actions. He's likely a Level 5 Esha Infected. If he suddenly erupts, you'll easily get hurt."

Li Aoz covered his face with his fingers and looked through the gaps. With the dim fluorescent lighting inside the shelter, he vaguely saw a Frostplate woman wearing a white coat with a tilted red cross on her chest. The left half of her face was delicate and lovely, while the right half was covered by a chrome mask.

"But Anna, Assistant Physician Anna, he's holding a knife..." another woman hesitated.

"No need to worry—Head Nurse Nordly, please. The target might be an extremely rare Level 5 Esha Infected. Capture him alive at all costs." The assistant physician, called Anna, turned her head to look at the tall and strong head nurse beside her.

"Leave it to me."

Head Nurse Nordly's muscles bulged, and she nodded slightly, emitting a deep, bovine sound. She put on a mask and latex gloves, then slowly approached Li Aoz.

Sensing the intent to attack, the system immediately entered combat mode and read the opponent's information. —[Entering combat state, determining...]

[Based on your level, you will see the following information about the enemy:]

[Name]: 'Netherhumanitarian Aid Organization' Head Nurse—Nordly Crowe [Level]: Destruction-type—Lv.20 [Martial Artist] [Health]: 260/260 (Healthy) [Attributes]: Strength—18 Dexterity—11 Constitution—20 Charm—4 Willpower—5 [Tier]: Alpha-class (Nascent Supernatural) — "An Alpha-class supernatural being."

And a Destruction-type Martial Artist.

Li Aoz was not surprised. No matter which planet it was, Destruction-type professions were always the most numerous, with low entry barriers and quick results. Armies also encouraged advancement in this direction.

However, Li Aoz didn't care. Although his current setup would inevitably lead to a fight, his ultimate goal wasn't to kill the opponent.

Head Nurse Nordly Crowe slowly raised her fist. Her strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, and her health was several times that of Li Aoz. Dealing with him would be a piece of cake.

"Don't resist, patient," she said. "I'm here to treat you."

Upon hearing this, Li Aoz immediately trembled. He lowered his head as if stimulated, his voice filled with confusion.

"Treat... treat... me?"

Nordly exchanged a look with the assistant physician in the distance. The infected person still seemed to have some consciousness, so perhaps the danger level wasn't as high as the 'Professor' had assessed.

"Yes, you don't need to be afraid." Nordly approached Li Aoz, circulating the Aura within her body and releasing a pressure that descended upon him like a wall.

Normally, facing such a primal genetic deterrence, people would inevitably feel an inescapable sense of despair.

However, the man in front of her remained unresponsive. He was silent.

Nordly dared not be careless. She opened her large hand, capable of tearing apart a Northern Giant Bear, and extended it friendly towards him. If he dared to suddenly erupt and attack, Nordly was confident that with her strength, she could directly counterattack and smash his jaw with the heel of her palm.

"If it's a rare Level 5 Infected, it's best not to damage his consciousness..."

Nordly thought.

Seeing this, Li Aoz looked up and followed the scattered black hair from her forehead downwards. He could faintly see a tiny red mark on the right side of Head Nurse Nordly's neck.

The strength of a Martial Artist wasn't gained easily. Those who rapidly increased their strength without timely improvement in their martial arts realm would develop weaknesses like 'Weak Spots.'

Generally, breaking a Weak Spot could inflict massive damage on the opponent. Even in battles of the same level, concentrating fire on a Weak Spot could very likely lead to an upset victory.

Although in the later stages, players generally got rid of such weaknesses, on Azure Planet, where the supernatural system was just beginning, very few people realized the issue of 'Weak Spots.' Many even naturally assumed it was the result of natural balance.

Facing the hand extended by Head Nurse Nordly, Li Aoz maintained an indecisive demeanor. In the end, he 'cautiously' placed his hand into the other's open palm.

"Alright, containment was successful."

Nordly felt the faint power emanating from his palm and observed his heavily scarred body. She was certain he was incapable of resisting, and through her own formidable strength and presence, she conveyed this information to him.

Mutants infected by Esha typically possess an extremely strong sense of danger. When faced with an overwhelmingly powerful enemy, they do not resist through force, but that is—provided they are not provoked.

The moment Nordly grasped Li Aoz's hand, she immediately launched her attack. She yanked him to the ground, kicked away the camping knife in his hand, and then pressed a knee into his back, drawing a composite material handcuff from her waist to secure his wrists together.

Nordly quickly growled, "Target is under control! Repeat, target is under control!"

The medical team behind them immediately raised their various firearms, forming a circle around him. Li Aoz offered no resistance. He kept his head down, silently allowing them to bind him thoroughly. After being put into a yellow restraint suit, he was then pulled up from the ground by a group of female medical personnel.

Nordly clapped her hands and looked at the calm Assistant Physician Anna beside her, casually remarking, "It seems the Professor misjudged. He doesn't have that high an infection level; he was just acting out intensely."

"He has severe injuries. He isn't able to display his full strength, so don't question the Professor's judgment," Anna said calmly. "Besides, the fact that he managed to bypass so many guards at the main entrance to reach the abandoned logistics station is strange in itself."

"So, you think he awakened his Aura beforehand?"

"That possibility cannot be ruled out. The Professor's judgments have never been wrong, nor can they be."

"Anna, the Professor isn't God," Nordly shook her head, looking at Li Aoz, and muttered, "Where does he look like a high-risk infected person to you? I can't see it at all. The Professor must be bored and his brain has gone soft—"

"Head Nurse Nordly!"

Anna's gaze turned cold, and a look of displeasure even appeared on her half-masked face. She said in a low voice, "If you doubt the Professor, you're welcome to get closer and see for yourself. I firmly believe, from the bottom of my heart, that the Professor is never wrong."

"Really?"

Nordly was extremely displeased with Anna's blind worship of the Professor. She immediately turned and walked in front of Li Aoz, placing one hand on his neck to prevent him from moving, and with the other, she pinched his chin, examining him from side to side. Finally, she stared intently into Li Aoz's dull, lifeless gray eyes, then sneered, "Someone so frail, so unlike a Level 5 Esha Infected—"

Before she could finish speaking, Li Aoz suddenly opened his mouth. A white light flickered from his tongue. At such close range, even an Alpha-class Martial Artist would have been unable to dodge.

Ching! Nordly froze in place. She released her grip on Li Aoz and reached for her right side of her neck. Blood gushed out, a vivid gash neatly slicing along a blood vessel.

A cold blade had pierced precisely into a dark red scar on her neck.

For some reason, Nordly felt an instability beneath her feet. The Aura she had always circulated smoothly and skillfully now seemed to be rapidly leaking out like a punctured balloon.

"Head Nurse!"

"Are you alright, Head Nurse Nordly?"

Nordly's face turned pale. Just as she was about to say something, the world before her suddenly turned black.

Thud!

With a crisp sound, Nordly fell to her knees. Despite not losing much blood, she had fallen into shock.

Anna glanced at Nordly on the ground and said calmly, "I'll take the Head Nurse back. Jie Min, Ashley, you and the security team will escort the patient back."

The 'infected' did not meet her gaze and was escorted away by armed personnel. Anna, however, looked down at the ground.

In the corner, a camping knife with a missing tip lay quietly.

Anna was silent for a moment, then pressed the button on her earpiece.

"Anna, how is the situation?"

A gentle inquiry came from the other end.

"Professor," she said, "your diagnosis is as accurate as ever."