Pollution

The realization that he was the one who had been corrupted surfaced in Zhang Yuanqing's mind. He felt as though his mind had split in two—one half lucid and wise, the other chaotic and twisted.

Like a walking corpse from a folk tale that did not know it was dead, only to suddenly be awakened.

"This is a Mutant instance, an Evil Profession instance. I replaced Beast Haas's role. I'm the villain aboard this ship, so why did I think the crew were the monsters? My perception has been twisted."

No wonder the crew feared him so much. They all knew he was the mutated monster, yet they had no choice but to play along and keep him stable.

No wonder the dormitory room had been cleared out. The crew did not want him to remember the identity of "Lieutenant Stephen."

Lieutenant Stephen's perception had also been distorted in the diary. He believed that all the crew members had mutated and that he alone was normal. That was a logical flaw—if all the crew had mutated into monsters, why would Lieutenant Stephen have been spared?

In truth, Stephen was the mutated monster.

"Damn it, I was corrupted from the instant I entered the instance. My perception was gradually twisted, and I began hallucinating. Why can't Solar Power cleanse this distortion?"

Zhang Yuanqing sat weakly on the bench, pressing his right hand to his head, his face contorted in pain.

His expression was somewhat ferocious. At times, his eyes were calm and normal; at others, cold and gloomy.

His will was fighting against the mental corruption.

If he had opened the captain's drawer last night and read James's notes, he would have immediately come to his senses. But he had chosen to "play it safe." That choice had very likely been