Operator #7 · The Patient Who Couldn't Recognize Illness

Wood Plark stood frozen in place, completely still.

His brain suffered a fatal impact, and he lost consciousness almost instantly.

This kind of bizarre and insidious attack is almost impossible to predict.

--[Timeline] Catalyzed by the Red Mountain Stone, it began to [transform] once again, evolving from an ordinary morpho butterfly into a god-like being!

When the song "[Modern Siren]" started playing, it seemed like something was happening.

"Duran! Is he dead?"

Sixty-Three dared not slacken in the slightest, pushing Ms. Duran forward.

"Is he really dead? Was he caught off guard and unable to do anything? Was he killed by your soul power?"

Duran, still shaken and shaken, said, "Although I don't know how my Soul Power did it, the moment I swallowed the Red Mountain Stone and learned the [Modern Siren's ] true name, it was indeed protecting me! And it attacked Wood Plark, and the attack was effective."

"Did it really work?" For the sake of "peace of mind," Ms. Duran Sixty-Three insisted on personally going up to give Train Conductor Wood the death certificate. "Go and touch his neck, check his heartbeat, until his pupils are dilated and he is completely brain dead, only then can I feel at ease."

"Alright." Duran stepped forward slowly, ready for anything. "Great man, my soul power has undergone an incredible change. I can no longer see any [future]."

"Then how did you do it?" Sixty-Three pressed on, "That boarding pass, the fire door piping, the rotten pipe in the coffee machine, and the suddenly shot-out window-breaking cone—aren't those all the magical designs you made when you glimpsed the future? Yet you say you can't see the future?"

Duran touched Wood's body, feeling for the carotid artery; the warm neck no longer felt a heartbeat.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then urged Hunwei to slap Wood several more times.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! You deserve to die! You've killed me so many times! You fucking deserve to die!"

The train conductor's sharp slap sent Ms. Duran staggering to the ground, where she leaned against the doorframe. She remained motionless and silent, utterly dead.

Sixty-Three: "Duran! Answer me! How did you do that?"

Ms. Duran looked impatiently at Sixty-Three, at this pleasure-seeking criminal, at this big shot with a screw loose.

"I don't know! I told you! I don't know!"

She became agitated, and black mist continuously overflowed from her mouth and nose, as if she were constantly fighting against Ming De's powerful spiritual pressure.

"Sixty-Three, I don't know what it has become. Originally, I could foresee the future for more than twenty minutes, and the Soul Power would calculate different results and different possibilities for me, but now!"

She embraced Hunwei, the siren's fishtail, and held the spirit body to sense its spiritual pressure, wanting to obtain more information.

"It wouldn't say anything! All I wanted to do was kill this guy, protect myself and my lover, protect Flavia! So it just did it! It didn't even tell me how it did it, or the process of how it was done!"

Upon hearing this, Sixty-Three -Sixty-Three felt a strong sense of unease—skipping the verification and directly obtaining the result was a very dangerous and unsettling thing for him.

The brain of Sixty-Three has been modified with a "Regret Pill" --

For him, life is a game where he can perfectly complete it by memorizing the rules, and the concept of [randomness] has been lost.

The person with the greatest randomness is Wood Plark.

--Now there's one more because of the Red Mountain Stone.

"There must be a reason." Sixty-Three was extremely stubborn, grabbing Duran's arm. "There must be a reason! Duran, you have to explain to me clearly, what exactly did your Soul Power do? Why was it able to kill Wood Plark, as if crushing an insect? Killing him so naturally?"

"Perhaps," Duran said, feeling guilty and breathless at the sight of Sixty-Three's fierce appearance, "Perhaps it's because the Red Mountain Stone favors the brave."

"I don't want maybe!" Sixty-Three screamed hysterically. "I don't want maybe, should, seems, or any of those answers! I've never had those ambiguous words in my life! I'm uneasy. I'm really uneasy! If you could do it all over again, could you really kill Wood Plark again?"

"I can! I can!" Duran hesitated, embracing Soul Power with such beauty and power. "I can, although I don't know how it does it, Sixty-Three, listen to me carefully--"

Duran broke free from Sixty-Three's grasp, drew close to Soul Power, and immediately sensed the spirit's song.

"--It's protecting me."

Sixty-Three: "Protect you?"

Duran: "That's right! It's protecting me. The human brain has its limits, Sixty-Three! If the [Modern Siren] were to transmit more variable, more precise algorithmic calculations into my brain, I would definitely die! I simply cannot control this kind of divine power, so it took the liberty of making the decision for me."

"I understand. I understand! It will help you escape danger whenever something is harmful to you. Just like this guy, Wood Plark wanted to blow you up, and it foresaw this future, so it retaliated!" Sixty-Three yanked the window breaker out of Wood's head, blood and brain matter spurting out. "This window breaker is its answer!"

Duran exclaimed excitedly, "That's right! Even the smallest force, through repeated transmission and countless lucky coincidences—"

Sixty-Three: "--They will all become deadly weapons that lead to death."

Duran laughed and said, "We're safe now."

"One more time," Sixty-Three immediately made a new request. "I want you to do it again."

"Huh?" Duran didn't understand. "Why? Didn't we already defeat Wood Plark?"

Sixty-Three's eyes were bloodshot. "But I'm still very uneasy! I must see with my own eyes that you can repeatedly kill Wood Plark without Jiang Xueming even noticing! If I can't do it, I'll be constantly uneasy and fearful, and I won't even be able to sleep peacefully!"

Before Duran could even react, everything started to turn around again.

She spat out Red Mountain Stone from her mouth.

It flew back into the pocket of the male passenger in the front row and spun around for a few minutes.

Immediately afterwards, Wood Plark's body was seen quickly stand up and run back to economy class.

Sixty-Three followed suit, smashing the innocent passenger's head with a punch, grabbing Red Mountain Stone, and stuffing it into Duran's mouth.

After doing these things, he began to wait and observe patiently.

Wood Plark burst through the first-class door like a bolt of lightning.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black mist burst forth from Duran's body, and the [Modern Siren] took shape once more.

This time, Sixty-Three did not restrain or imprison Duran, but simply allowed her body to twitch unnaturally.

At that very moment, Wood's body went limp like a broken puppet, and Ms. Duran regained consciousness and immediately went to check on him.

She rummaged through the train conductor Wood's clothes and saw a twisted, deformed fork stuck in his forehead; she had no idea where it had come from.

"I still don't know. I'm not sure. How exactly did it do that?"

Sixty-Three had a keen eye for observation. He walked to the door of the customer service room and explained to Duran.

"This fork came from the passenger on the left side of the first row. He had just sneezed, and the fork in his plate flew up and hit Wood Plark on the forehead—because the passenger in the second row had a cat and hadn't properly cleaned the hair and dust from the suitcase. This dust came from the compartment's lining and wouldn't normally have gotten into the nose of the person in front of him. The plane bumped a bit during takeoff."

Sixty-Three immediately pressed himself against the connecting passageway in the cabin to listen to the hum of the engine.

"This turbulence originated from the right wing engine, which experienced a minor malfunction due to thunderstorms caused by clouds. The turbine blades developed a speed difference with the other engines, and this series of coincidences killed Wood Plark."

Ms. Duran pursed her lips and suddenly began to vomit.

Sixty-Three finally relaxed his brow and smiled happily.

"Well done, Duran! Don't worry, vomiting is just a minor side effect of the Red Mountain Stone; it won't hurt you."

Immediately afterwards, Duran heard the devil's whisper.

Sixty-Three: "One more time, I want to see it again. The first time was luck, the second time might be a coincidence, but the third time, the fourth time! I want you to kill him more than ten times in a row before I can be at ease! That's the only way to be foolproof, the absolute crushing victory."

Immediately afterwards, everything began to recede.

Wood ran back towards the cabin.

Ms. Duran swallowed the Red Mountain Stone.

Begin observing at Sixty-Three.

--The song "[Modern Siren]" begins.

The train conductor's gun accidentally discharged, the bullet exploded, and the flash was blinding.

The warhead slammed into the steel plates of the cabin, and the fragments struck the flexible yet sturdy steel frame. After three ejections, it pierced Wood's eye socket.

Sixty-Three clapped loudly. "Well done! Good job! But be quieter! Jiang Xueming is looking over here!"

Time rewinds again--

--[Modern Siren] finally became somewhat impatient upon hearing Sixty-Three's command.

The mermaid opened her mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and viciously chanted a curse at Wood Plark, sending him to his doom.

As Wood walked to the door of the customer service room, the makeup remover pad in Ms. Park Jung-hye's hand flew up, the soft fabric still warm from her body flying into the train commander's left sleeve, turning into a recognizable explosive device called "[Sexy Bomb]".

According to procedure, Wood would throw out the hallucinogen and then detonate it, but this time he couldn't do it—

--The commander was completely unaware that the last explosive device identified by [Sexy Bomb] had changed from a hallucinogen to a warm cotton pad from his cuff. As Wood pressed the detonator, flames erupted from his forearm, and half of his torso was blown apart. He was then blasted through the cabin observation window by the powerful shockwave, his head stuck in the small round window, and instantly decapitated by the sharp glass and the hurricane.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Sixty-Three grabbed Ms. Duran's collar. "Quiet? Is it stupid? Doesn't it understand your commands? What's the use of this kind of spirit power? It doesn't even listen to its master!"

Duran stammered, "Even after you obtained the Red Mountain Stone, you couldn't control your soul power, esteemed sir."

"Ming De, why are you going against me at this critical juncture?" Sixty-Three was seething with hatred, seeing Jiang Xueming stand up again and head towards first class.

Duran said hesitantly, "It's okay, we can try a few more times, a few more times! We'll definitely have a chance."

Time reverses again and again, over and over.

Wood died and died again, and even [The Modern Siren] thought that there weren't many ways left for the train conductor to die.

However, Sixty-Three still couldn't find a quiet way to deal with this troublesome enemy.

If Jiang Xueming hears any unusual noise, he will immediately get up and go to the first-class cabin. Upon seeing Wood's corpse, he will quickly transform from a cocoon into a butterfly in that state.

"I've got an idea!" Sixty-Three's eyes were bloodshot. "I've found a way!"

Under the influence of Ming De, Duran's spiritual essence is gradually being assimilated by the big cat, and he is about to become Chang Ghost.

"I feel very uncomfortable with important people."

She covered her mouth and nose, and even without swallowing the Red Mountain Stone, she could still smell the aura of the calamity beast on the Taowu from her throat. She could see her pale face reflected in the observation window, and her originally round pupils now seemed to be starting to dilate and deform, turning into the linear pupils of a fierce tiger. This was a sign of becoming Chang Ghost).

"I can't go on. I can't go on, I'm going to die. I'm going to be eaten by Ming De!"

"One last time! Let me try one last time!" Sixty-Three's eyes were bloodshot; his mental strength was nearing its end. He had to finish everything before the next [Still Wind Point] arrived. "I promise you, I need to rest too. If I fail, this time I'll rewind four hours, and we'll both be back in a safe place."

Duran's eyes still held a glimmer of hope. "What if it succeeds?"

Sixty-Three: "With the help of Red Mountain Stone, you will obtain [Modern Siren]—and possess this powerful force for the rest of your life. As for me, I will transform Jiang Xueming's soul power and ascend to heaven."

"What exactly is heaven? A big shot? What is it that you've always been pursuing?" Duran leaned on his knees, waiting for Wood Plark to make another move, preparing to respond.

"Peace of mind is the paradise I seek." Sixty-Three said without hesitation, "Having everything under control, everything within the plan, is my ladder to paradise. The [Regret Pill] allows me to go back to the past and sort everything out little by little, like seeing a dirty and messy house or a rotten machine slowly become bright and new under my control. This feeling makes me feel like I'm floating on air."

Duran's face turned deathly pale as he stared incredulously at the madman.

He's sick!

And he had absolutely no idea he was sick!

Is it just for a sense of security? Is it to pursue that feeling of security?

Was everything he did simply because he felt safe?

We endured so much torment to change Jiang Xueming 'Jiang Xueming life and his spiritual power, all just for peace of mind?

This guy has completely gone mad; he's been driven insane by the "Regret Pill"!

He has become a puppet of Soul Might! The mass of flesh and blood I see can no longer be considered human!

Has the Red Mountain Stone he swallowed turned him into Chang Ghost?

Chang Ghost lacks independent consciousness and only repeats certain behaviors?

"As long as I can change Jiang Xueming's spirit, I can stay at ease and maintain a comfortable and relaxed state of mind throughout this cycle of reincarnation, facing a perfect life." Sixty-Three said, his expression relaxing, the wrinkles on his face becoming loose and natural, as if he had become several years younger. "Then comes the next time, the next cycle of reincarnation. I want to find Jiang Xueming again, change his spirit in a shorter time and a faster way, and then regain this sense of peace—no need to fight him to the death, no need to fight for the Red Mountain Stone, no need to think about how to deal with another version of myself. This is my paradise! Duran, I will ask you for help many, many, many times in the future."

Ms. Duran was almost terrified. "Later? Many times? Many, many times?"

"That's right!" Sixty-Three said in a booming voice, "Without your [Modern Siren], how am I supposed to deal with this troublesome kid? How am I supposed to handle Wood Plark? Perhaps there are others who are more troublesome, stronger, and more familiar with the rules of the Time Game than Wood Plark. But your Soul Might is almost invincible! It will definitely be of great use! It will be of great significance!"

Ms. Duran: "Many times? Many times? Many, many times?"

Sixty-Three smiled and nodded, "Yes, I will search for you as a child on my journey through life, and take control of you as soon as possible. Perhaps I will adopt you as my goddaughter, or perhaps I will marry you. After all, in my eyes, you are perhaps the most important person in my life. This good fortune must not be allowed to anyone else. I will stuff the Red Mountain Stone into your belly. You will definitely be a very useful tool."

"Put it inside my stomach?" Ms. Duran's pupils dilated in shock. "Again? When I was a child?"

"Maybe eight? No, no, no, too young, too young." Sixty-Three tilted his head. "Maybe thirteen, or fifteen. After all, a girl's body is still developing during puberty, and I need a healthy brain to control her."

Sixty-Three spoke of these things with effortless ease, almost gesturing wildly. "I will give you many, many things, whatever you like, money or status. A lovely little girl like Flavia should have been by your side since she was little."

"Excuse me," Jiang Xueming said as she pushed open the door and entered.

Flavia called out urgently from behind, "Hey! Sir, you can't go in! You can't go in!"

Jiang Xueming: "Did you see a blond man come in?"

Sixty-Three and Duran, who were hiding in the shadows, were caught off guard.

Sixty-Three: "."

Duran: "."

Flavia grabbed Jiang Xueming's shoulder, looking embarrassed, and grinned at her accomplices inside the room.

"Sorry, sorry. He's so handsome, I wasn't really in a rush and let this kid slip in."

Immediately afterwards--

--At Sixty-Three, fear began to creep in again.

"Why? Why did this little guy come in?"

Ms. Duran screamed, "Where's Wood Plark?! Didn't he drink his chocolate milk?"

Sixty-Three roared at the [Modern Siren]: "Why is it Jiang Xueming who came in this time? Why not Wood Plark? Why?"

But the siren can't speak; she only knows how to sing.

In the toilet, Wood Plark was in Grand Latra.

"Wow! -- This is spicy hot pot!"

The train conductor sat on the toilet, sweating profusely.

"It's so cold! The damn air conditioning is so cold, my stomach can't take it!"

Flavia pounded on the door, covering her nose in disgust. "Can you please be quiet for a second, sir? I can smell it through the door!"

"Wow!" Wood Plark yelled, "Don't you have any sense of service? I'm a guest! I'm your customer! Everyone needs to eat, drink, and relieve themselves; these four essential life necessities are unavoidable! Didn't your mother teach you that you can't rush someone when they need to poop? I'm not a fairy! Fairies don't poop!"

Flavia frowned, taking a few steps away from the toilet and a few steps closer to the luggage racks and small tables in the customer service room, making way for them, as if afraid of smelling the stench from the toilet.

On the other side--

--Sixty-Three grabbed Ms. Duran by the collar, utterly perplexed.

"Why didn't Wood Plark come? Why? Did you kill him? Where is his body?"

Duran, his face covered in cold sweat, exclaimed, "Maybe he really is somewhere, quietly dead. Our prayers worked?!"

"Yes, yes! That must be it!" Sixty-Three perked up, heading towards economy class. "Things will be much easier from now on! I'll get the sedative from Fuyanni, then give Jiang Xueming the medication. He'll calm down quickly, and then I can easily change his spirit, even write tally marks all over his butt!"

Thinking this through, Sixty-Three hesitated to set off.

Ms. Duran said anxiously, "My lord, why aren't you moving?"

Sixty-Three: "You go first! With [Modern Siren], you're practically invincible. Getting the tranquilizer from Fuyanni shouldn't be too difficult for you. Go!"

The isolation door opened immediately.

--Then they saw Jiang Xueming standing by the door with a gloomy face and a fierce look, curiously peering into the darkness.

Duran's legs immediately went weak. Although the Demon King's childhood form wasn't exactly vicious, it was still infamous within the Madness Butterfly Sect.

"Don't be afraid." Sixty-Three pushed Duran away, "Remember, your soul power is invincible. No matter what, it will protect you. It's on your side."

Duran gritted his teeth, finally steeled himself, and walked out trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.

"[Modern Siren]! You must protect me! You must."

The demon behind her can reverse time, and the woman in the customer service room who cheated on her can release hemolytic toxins.

The train conductor who had diarrhea in the toilet could blow up a human body; even without his soul power, this living Yama could blow up seven people's heads in two seconds.

Ms. Duran only had one mysterious, quiet soul who could only sing.

The ability itself is also of unclear significance.

--She walked out like this, supported by Hunwei, and tormented by Ming De's terrifying spiritual pressure, her mind wandering in a daze.

"Hey!" Jiang Xueming frowned, already gripping the [The Unworthy Work] hidden in his coat, ready to wield this indestructible stick at any moment.

He saw a mermaid floating in mid-air, pulling Ms. Duran by the arm towards him. "Are you the Morpho Butterfly? From the station? Or from the Madness Butterfly Sect? You're injured? You look terrible?"

Without seeing Teacher Wood, Jiang Xueming dared not make a move rashly.

Duran felt like a stranger to him, as if he were meeting him for the first time.

--Judging from the lack of vital energy in his body, muscle structure, and amount of sweating, his physique is quite poor, and he doesn't seem like a strong opponent. But what is this inexplicable soul power?

"Me... I..." Duran tensed up in fright and immediately lowered his head guiltily, "I..."

"She's my girlfriend!" Flavia immediately raised her hand, stood up, and moved closer to her companion. "We're a lesbian couple!"

Before he could finish speaking, Duran was slapped hard by the impetuous Flavia.

She could no longer bear the swelling in her abdomen; her internal organs felt like they were churning.

She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted to keep her head down and walk forward, letting Flavia push her forward with her palm.

The slippery mermaid tail cleverly and nimbly hooked onto its owner's calf, giving it a gentle tug.

The strange twist of fate left Duran dazed, and he crashed headfirst into Jiang Xueming's arms, the Red Mountain Stone in his belly spraying onto Xue Ming's face along with the thick black mist.

"Vomit!----"

At that moment, Flavia covered her mouth, like Little Kitty that had done something wrong.

Xue Ming stood firmly, but the change came unexpectedly. From the thick mist spewed from the Bolivian woman's mouth, it seemed as if a joyful sprite was burrowing into his body through his seven orifices.

The scales of the [Modern Siren] quickly melted away, transforming back into the small, white and pink snake of the [Timeline].

His consciousness left his body in an instant, and Xue Ming was completely unable to move. He forced himself to stay awake, still wanting to do something, and tried to push away the strange woman in front of him.

Wood Plark pushed open the door and stretched.

"--Ah! Ouch! It's too spicy. I shouldn't have sneaked off to eat Japanese food. I should have listened to my wife."

The outward-opening toilet door slammed into Duran's spine, knocking Xue Ming and Duran to the ground.

Then I saw Teacher Ke glance at the number Sixty-Three in first class, finally revealing his sharp eyes.

"Is your turn over, FE204863? I just finished taking a dump, and my combat power is already 1.5 times what it was before! This time I can definitely dodge, and I can definitely kill you and me."

Before he could finish speaking, Teacher Ke peeked out from beside the toilet door and saw Ms. Duran tackle Jiang Xueming to the ground.

Wood rolled his eyes. "Fine! Fine! Very well! You're geniuses! So all you rich people have finally found happiness together? We got on the plane together, suffered this together, and why is this guy able to hug a beautiful woman and keep kissing her? Just because I'm married?"

He then shouted towards the first-class cabin.

"Sixty-Three! You be the judge! I'm angry! I'm really going to get angry!"

Only Flavia was completely oblivious, clutching her cheeks and screaming in surprise.

"OHHH! My! GOOOOD! Duran! How could you be so cunning? You just jumped into his arms like that?! I was the one who fell for him first!"

"[Modern Siren]! It was you who did this!" Sixty-Three grinned, yelling at Duran's Soul Might, "You're betraying me too?!"

As the Red Mountain Stone detached from Duran's body, the siren's right arm dissipated, transforming into countless spots of light.

My left arm has begun to degenerate, but I can still make gestures and convey information.

The little White Snake stood protectively beside its owner, flashing a standard international friendly gesture towards the number Sixty-Three.

--Give the middle finger.