Twilight Clinic
Three young gentlemen were "resting with their eyes closed" in different poses.
Yi Chen sat cross-legged on the edge of the rooftop, gazing up at the stars.
Jin had her hands folded in front of her, her back against the stairwell entrance.
Regan sat casually on the ground, holding a large bag of pickled cucumbers. Although his eyes were closed, he periodically popped a pickle into his mouth.
In reality,
the three of them were maintaining a state of "shared thought," using their connection through the Mad Brain to obtain student Scott's visual information and transmit everything happening in the City of the Dead in real time.
They had also caught a glimpse of the Acolyte Knight—Balte Prada—who occupied Sun Dis and ruled the City of the Dead.
Upon seeing this dead man from the Old World, Regan even slowed his eating, analyzing the other party's true strength based on the visual information and even estimating his specific plague value.
"This guy is no simple matter... He originated from the Old World, and his affliction has undergone no iteration or divergence. He's an infected individual with a relatively pure Primal Affliction.
The deathly aura he emits is fundamentally different from that of the other dead in the city.
Judging from the visual information, his plague value is at least 3, and it may already be 4. He's only a hair's breadth away from open-source ascension.
If we aren't careful, the three of us could suffer severe injuries against someone who is fully open-sourced and possesses pure death. We might even be unable to act normally for several months, which would mean you couldn't participate in William's selection competition."
Faced with Regan's analysis, Yi Chen continued gazing at the stars and replied calmly, "If joining forces with the two