Chapter 763 - 662: Breakthrough—I’ve Seen the Truth of the Lower City...

Chapter 763: Chapter 662: Breakthrough—I’ve Seen the Truth of the Lower City...

The moment the elixir went down the throat, it did not immediately transform into a warm current and disperse like the previous two times. Instead, it seemed to be pulled by some force, directly sinking into the Dantian, where it lay dormant for a full three breaths.

Suddenly.

A muffled boom, like distant thunder, abruptly exploded from his abdomen.

The sound was not the ordinary sound of intestinal movement; it was more like a heavy millstone being frantically rotated and ground inside his intestines.

Boom boom boom boom boom—!

Immediately following, a series of even denser, fiercer, and more deafening thunderous explosions, like consecutive artillery strikes on a battlefield, erupted from his body without any pause.

The sound was so immense, so violent, that the entire narrow bathroom was vibrating with a hum, causing dust on the walls to fall.

The earth-shaking "mine-clearing" process lasted almost three minutes before it gradually subsided.

Feng Mu sat on the toilet, and although he had a resolute mind and had experienced various bizarre scenarios, even his old face couldn’t help but flush red, burning hotly.

No other reason, it’s just... the soundproofing in this old and run-down community’s building was truly touching.

Once the final echo inside him dissipated, Feng Mu let out a long breath of complex-smelling foul air and slowly stood up.

He pressed the flush button, watching the vortex carry away the indescribable, deeply colored filth.

He flushed several times until the toilet stopped "burping," ensuring the passage was smooth before stopping.

After completing this, he walked over to the showerhead and turned it on.

Scalding hot water sprayed down, washing over his body.

He not only needed to take a shower but also to disinfect.

He looked up at the foggy mirror, where he resembled someone struck by lightning, his entire body coated in a thick layer of charred black, sticky substance.

The color was so deep, like concentrated ink, or solidified asphalt, that it almost obscured his original skin tone. Only where the water flowed would his original skin briefly show, but it was soon covered by a new black flow.

"It was already my third Bone Marrow Cleansing, yet I didn’t expect there to be so much... such filth still hidden in my body?"

Feng Mu couldn’t help but murmur a curse, with a tone of disbelief.

Feng Mu squeezed out a large amount of shower gel and began scrubbing his body hard.

The touch of the charred filth was extremely disgusting, unusually sticky, clinging tightly to the skin, and when scrubbing, it even brought a strange resistance, like trying to scrape off a semi-coagulated, glue- and oil-mixed black sludge.

Moreover, the filth expelled from his body this time was fundamentally different from the previous two; it was no longer lifeless waste. Instead... it seemed to possess a terrifying vitality.

He could distinctly feel that the impurities squeezed out from his pores, during the fleeting moment they left his skin’s surface and were washed away by the water, writhed and contracted violently like earthworms stimulated.

They seemed extremely unwilling to leave this "warm bed" they had inhabited for so long, a kind of instinctual "reluctance" conveyed through their slight writhing.

Occasionally, a particularly stubborn "earthworm" would try to swim against the water flow, attempting to burrow back into the newly cleaned pore openings.

This sight made Feng Mu feel a tingling sensation on his scalp, his stomach churn violently, and his heart filled with nausea, nearly causing him to vomit right there.

"Damn it!"

He couldn’t help but curse, increasing the intensity of the scrubbing as if trying to scrub off a whole layer of skin,

"What the hell was all this stuff stored in my body?! Could it be that every Lower City person’s body is filled with this kind of crap?"

Once this thought arose, it grew uncontrollably like wild grass in his mind:

"Are Lower City people really just accumulating this filth because they consume cheap synthetic food and drink polluted water?"

"Or... is there some other unknown reason behind this?"

The hot water washed over Feng Mu’s body, also rinsing through his thoughts:

"And the rulers of the Upper City, do they know that the Lower City people have become like this?"

"No, they certainly know because it’s their doing. The real question might be whether the rulers of the Upper City, know that the things they do are turning the Lower City people into living zombies?"

Feng Mu’s scrubbing movements became increasingly fast, and as the filth was expelled from his body, his mind seemed clearer than ever, processing thoughts ever faster:

"Did they not realize the consequences before doing these things, causing this terrifying mutation, and yet they don’t care and turn a blind eye."

"Then, to maintain their rule and exploitation, they use some kind of means to continue deceiving the Lower City."

"For example, killing the ’god’ of the Lower City, turning every Lower City person into a blind fool."

"Or... did the Upper City know all along the consequences before they did these things!"

"Did they want to turn the Lower City into a massive... ’land of the dead’? Was their goal to make the Lower City people into living corpses like this?"

"But why?"

This immense doubt filled Feng Mu’s heart, with old questions unresolved, and new questions emerging:

"Whether living or undead, they can be ruled and exploited just the same, so why bother going through all this trouble?"

"There must be some deeper reason I can’t understand behind this..."

The warm water continued to flush, eventually washing all the writhing, unwilling black filth down the drain.

Feng Mu stood amidst the water curtain, his body gradually becoming clean, yet his heart grew darker due to these reflections on the world.

It wasn’t that he was inherently dark, but that the world was too dark.

The more he knew, the more he felt the darkness, and the less he could return even a little brightness.

A different savior might make a grand vow—world-saving speeches and such.

But Feng Mu only became more determined in a selfish conviction—that to live well in this world, one must be even darker than the world itself.

As his core belief strengthened, making his soul more transparent and clean, the last bit of filth was finally expelled from his body, carried away by the water flow into the drain.

An extraordinary feeling instantly replaced all discomfort.

The pores all over his body erupted once again, but this time, what gushed out was no longer filth but something crystal clear, imbued with vibrant life... fragrance.

His skin became as delicate and smooth as that of a newborn baby, so fine that it could be blown apart like a bubble, yet not weak; instead, it had a luster akin to warm jade, subtly giving off a sense of great tenacity.

Beneath the skin, the sound of surging blood was deep and vast, like the mighty Yangtze River rushing through its wide riverbed, filled with endless life force.

A difficult-to-describe, unprecedented feeling of ease, purity, and clarity filled every cell of his body.

It was as if he had shed the heavy shackles borne from ages past;

as if he had escaped the filthy quagmire that trapped his soul;

as if he had pried open the black coffin burying the "god"!

[Ding!]

Even the system prompt, which appeared concurrently, seemed more lively and melodious.

The prompt box that appeared in Feng Mu’s eyes also seemed brighter and more vivid than before.

Like upgrading from a 10-yuan earphone to a theater-style audio system, like upgrading from a 2160p 50-inch TV to an 8k giant screen viewing experience.

[You have consumed the third Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, cleansing the remaining filth in your body.]

[Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, three pills bring Perfection, perfectly triggering the cleansing effect!]

[You have completely cleared all corpse poison, nuclear pollution, mutated cells, and nefarious toxins accumulated in your body.]

[Your physical form has accomplished the final ’death to life’ reversal, ridding all stale air and filth, renewing pure vitality.]

[Your Life Origin has been replenished, your "god" is complete and filled!]

[Congratulations, today, you... are reborn into this world!!!]

[...]

For some reason, looking at the words "reborn" in the prompt, an indescribable emotion surged from his soul, and before he knew it, Feng Mu was already in tears.

He hadn’t had time to savor this sentiment carefully, as he was entirely overwhelmed by the even more wondrous changes occurring within his body afterward....