This one-sided charity continued for two full days.
During that time, Shen Ru treated the infected undergoing reverse mutation at fixed times every day, and generously provided his blood to slow the process.
But for some unknown reason, the closer they came to completing the Instance, the more people in the base began to mutate. It was no longer limited to NPCs; it had even begun spreading among the Players at an alarming rate.
Shen Ru could not bleed himself for everyone. In the end, he had no choice but to dilute his blood in suitable proportions and distribute it to the mutating Players and NPCs.
Although his healing Special Ability helped replenish their strength, people in the base reached the peak of their mutation and were beheaded by their companions at every moment. Yet this brutal spectacle was the only way to ensure that more people survived.
During a break, Mo Yu looked at the face drained pale by excessive blood loss and overuse of his ability, and his heart clenched painfully. His lips parted slightly, but after a brief pause, he merely drew Shen Ru into his arms and held him gently.
They should have realized it the moment they discovered that only Shen Ru could evolve forward.
This was all the Puppeteer's script.
Shen Ru obediently let the man hold him. Though he looked terribly weak, his voice still carried its usual carefree enthusiasm. "What do you think things would be like now if I'd never mutated?"
Mo Yu said, "Things would probably be even worse."
Shen Ru chuckled and continued the man's thought. "It would probably turn into me accepting the virus and choosing to mutate without hesitation, all to save everyone."
The black-haired young man tipped his head up slightly and reached out to grip