As the other patients bit apart Patient 5's black heart, in his final moments before his soul scattered, he remembered the memories sealed away in the depths of his heart.
"Killing my wife wasn't my fault. It was that monster's fault. And the dean had planted that monster inside me, so all of this was the dean's fault..." (See Chapter 1097.)
"Isn't it ironic? My hands were stained with blood, and I was burdened with sin. Yet the first time I killed someone, it was to impersonate a monster. Back then, I didn't know that once certain things began, they'd be hard to stop..."
"Every reaction from the Night Shift Doctor had been within Dr. Gao's expectations. For the first time, I was sent to the deepest part of Hell while fully conscious."
"I opened that pitch-black iron door and saw a monster carrying the entire hospital on its back."
"It moved through the boundless Black Fog, and it had a face much like an ordinary person's."
"I didn't dare look at it. My body trembled uncontrollably."
"The Black Fog awakened the monster inside me. It devoured me bit by bit."
"I knew there was no going back..."
The Number Five God of Calamity disintegrated, and everything he had absorbed from the Black Fog exploded out of him.
The Vengeful Spirits could not absorb the mangled flesh and limbs, steeped in impurities, curses, and despair. But one person present was an exception.
His body had suffered grievous injuries, and the Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood beneath him had been battered. At last, the dean made up his mind. The moment he broke free, he began frantically absorbing the Black Fog left behind by Patient 5.
He and Patient 5 shared a special connection. It seemed that long ago, he