One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 63 Congratulations on your discharge from the hospital

"Increase the dosage?"

Xiao Zizai felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He pushed up his glasses, which were now askew on the bridge of his nose. His once meticulously combed hair was now disheveled on his forehead, revealing a ferocious wildness in his otherwise refined face.

"Alright... then so be it."

"Since surgery can't cure you, let's try some ruthless methods."

Rumble—!!

The entire administration building began to tremble violently, and the white walls shattered like eggshells, revealing the dark and empty space outside.

In this dream, Xiao Zizai is the enforcer of the rules, and his will can change the environment.

At this moment, the originally blurry image of Guanyin in the void behind him became completely solid.

It was a Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue that was tens of feet tall.

But it has no mercy, only severity.

In each of its hands lay various instruments of torture: saws, bone hammers, iron hooks, nooses...

"Great Compassion and Mercy - Chiba Te!"

Xiao Zizai clasped his hands together and then pushed them outwards with a sudden movement.

The terrifying Dharma image behind him moved accordingly, with hundreds and thousands of huge golden palms, carrying a world-destroying aura, crashing down on Su Wuxian like raindrops!

"Die! Die! Die!!"

Xiao Zizai roared.

He wanted to use this extreme destructive power to prove the reality of this world, to prove that the thrill of controlling life and death was real!

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The sound of intense blows echoed through the void.

The spot where Su Wuxian was instantly engulfed by golden palm shadows, the floor shattered, and space distorted.

Each strike is powerful enough to smash a tank in the real world.

however.

There were no screams.

There was no cracking sound of bones breaking.

Amidst the myriad palm strikes, Su Wuxian was like a stubborn rock in the ocean, unmoved by the wind and waves, not even budging an inch.

He did not use the Golden Light Spell, nor did he use any defensive measures.

He let those golden hands pierce through his body, smash his shoulders, and even shatter his chest.

But strangely enough...

The moment Su Wuxian's body shattered, it flickered like a TV screen with a bad signal, displaying countless red and green pixels before reassembling in the next second.

This is a perfect world.

Imperfections like destruction are not allowed to exist.

"Why...don't you call out?"

Xiao Zizai stopped his attack, panting heavily.

He looked at the unharmed Su Wuxian in front of him, and the red light in his eyes began to tremble.

"Isn't it painful enough?"

"Or did I go too lightly?"

Su Wuxian brushed off non-existent dust from his Zhongshan suit, looked at Xiao Zizai, and a trace of pity appeared in his eyes:

"Director Xiao, don't you understand?"

"In this world, you possess unlimited power and a legal license to kill."

"But you've lost the most important thing."

Su Wuxian pointed to his chest:

"reality."

"What you want is the thrill of killing, the catharsis of 'evil' being eliminated."

"But there is no evil here, only the 'program' set by Ma Xianhong."

"Every person you kill is like cutting a piece of tofu; the struggle, the fear, even the blood... are all fake."

Su Wuxian reached out and made a grasping motion in the air.

The "blood" that had just splattered into the air turned into a ball of red paint in his hand, without any temperature or smell.

Even the blood has no taste.

"vomit--"

As Xiao Zizai stared at the blob of red paint, his stomach suddenly churned, and he gagged.

Nausea.

An unprecedented feeling of nausea welled up inside me.

He felt like a madman chewing on a wax figure, his mouth stuffed with tasteless plastic, yet still deceiving himself that it was the finest delicacy.

Su Wuxian pressed his advantage.

Extend your right hand, and lightning magic gathers in your palm.

In the next instant, it shattered the Qi surrounding Xiao Zizai.

"It's fake...it's all fake..."

Xiao Zizai staggered backward, and the Thousand-Hand Guanyin image behind him began to collapse, turning into countless fragments and dissipating.

At this moment, a huge crack appeared in his worldview.

"I want to eat meat... I want to eat real meat..."

Xiao Zizai clutched his head, squatted on the ground, and painfully scratched his hair.

Even if it's poisonous meat... even if it's rotten meat... as long as it's real...

"It's too clean here... so clean it's suffocating..."

In this perfect world, there is no true evil.

All the "bad students" were just NPCs playing a part in his performance.

For a pervert who feeds on "cleansing evil," this is tantamount to throwing him into a buffet full of simulated food and starving to death in a false feast.

"Want to eat the real thing?"

Su Wuxian walked up to Xiao Zizai and squatted down.

He pulled the old book out of his pocket.

Diamond Sutra

That was Xiao Zizai's only solace in suppressing his inner demons and fighting against his murderous intent.

"In reality, you are a psychopath, a serial killer, a monster who could lose control at any moment."

"You must endure the scorn of the world, endure the torment in your heart, and live in pain every day."

Su Wuxian handed the book to Xiao Zizai:

"But there are beasts like Zhao Guizhen waiting for you to kill them."

"Xiao Zizai, make your choice."

"Is it better to stay here and be a false saint, eating wax for the rest of my life?"

"Or will you come back with me, become a tormented demon, and eat that bloody, yet undeniably real 'raw meat'?"

Xiao Zizai reached out his hand, trembling.

His fingers touched the rough scripture.

The rough paper rubbed against his fingertips; the realistic touch was like an electric current, instantly shattering the false, beautiful memories in his mind.

He remembered.

"I……"

Xiao Zizai raised his head.

The lens shattered, revealing eyes that had regained their clarity.

Although it still had traces of blood, it was no longer hollow.

"I am a patient."

Xiao Zizai clutched the scripture tightly to his chest; it was his last chance for salvation.

"The food here is too bland."

"I want to go back..."

Snap! Snap!

As Xiao Zizai awakened, the surrounding space emitted the sound of shattering glass.

The white administration office, the stark white walls, the iron operating table...

It receded like the tide.

Su Wuxian stood up, looking at the chaotic void belonging to the inner world that was gradually appearing around him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Congratulations on your discharge, Director Xiao."

"The first patient has been cured."

"So, what's next..."

Su Wuxian turned around and looked in another direction from the "Biyou Middle School".

There are a stadium and an auditorium there.

"It's time to go see our 'superstar' Wang Zhenqiu and 'fitness fanatic' Hei Guan'er."

"I wonder if their dreams... are any more interesting than this pervert's?"