Chapter 1902: Chapter 1900: College Life
The tide washes over the shoal, as the conch residing here seems to be awakened.
Something is slowly emerging from the shell’s opening.
Hiss~ Several slender roots sway and extend, rooting themselves in the sand… pulling the body that inhabited the shell along with them.
A slippery, highly elastic brain is squeezed out.
The conch is directly enveloped by the brain, serving as a temporary residence when it’s time to rest.
Using the tentacles at its forefront and crab-like legs sprouting from its sides, it moves along the beach.
this brain crab would instinctively crawl towards the lake for necessary hydration.
But it seems to have caught a different scent, moving towards a particular spot on the shoal.
It’s not just this one.
Tens of thousands of brain crabs awakened by the tide are flocking to this area,
where a living body lies, emitting an extremely enticing aroma from its brain.
The approaching brain crabs extend sharp mouthparts, attempting to pierce through the skull and savor the delicacy.
Ting ting ting~ A series of metallic clanging sounds echoes across the shoal.
As the mouthparts stab at the skull, they all break off… from a certain angle, looking at this living body, it seems covered in a grey metallic sheen, indestructible.
With constant impacts, the unconscious young man gradually awakens.
Unsure how long he had slept, a hunger overwhelms him.
In the moment of waking,
he instinctively grabs a nearby moving brain crab, shoving it into his mouth.
He eats nearly twenty of them, crushing the internal conch along with them, barely satisfying his hunger.
Not only does it nourish his entire body, but also allows an essence to flow into his brain, fully activating it… and his consciousness gradually clears up.
I recall boating on Lake-of-Hali with Huang Yi, suddenly being swept inside… Is this the world beneath the lake?
These crab-like brains should be related to Huang Yi’s second identity – ‘Distant Reveler’… didn’t expect raw consumption to taste so good, I can roughly understand why He likes brains.
If that’s the case, the doctor’s brain should be quite a treat too.”
As Han Dong gets up, these brain crabs sense danger, either retreating into their conchs or returning to the sea.
The shoal extends indefinitely in both directions, with a path behind Han Dong leading up to the sea cliff’s top area.
“Let’s go up and have a look.”
just as Han Dong steps to the top, hum… his next step suddenly leads into a familiar meeting room layout, where many familiar yet alien faces turn towards him at the doorway.
Han Dong surprisingly feels no discomfort despite the drastic change in scene.
Moreover, his clothing turns into a white lab coat stained with numerous fungus spots.
“Professor Han Dong, please take your seat quickly!
This semester’s course schedule is out, and the courses you’re responsible for are the signature of our School of Life Sciences. We must clarify it with you.”
“Alright, Dean Francesco!”
This was where Han Dong previously worked at Florence University, and the staff present were his former colleagues.
Han Dong somehow had immersed himself into the “professor” identity, even feeling like he had missed the meeting due to experiments.
An envelope containing documents emanating a dark aura sits in front of Han Dong’s empty seat.
“Professor Han Dong, this is our department’s most crucial course, you must prepare well and craft the best materials according to the textbook… there might be renowned figures from all sides sitting in.”
When Han Dong opens the envelope in front of him and takes out the textbook,
he freezes on the spot.
A terrifying book, constantly emanating black aura that forms into skull shapes, lies before him,
the ancient text printed on the cover is enough to cause a normal person to instantly fall into depravity, beyond the scope of conventional biology.
“Professor Han Dong, is there an issue?”
Simultaneously, an odd voice comes from the dean,
the voice becomes bizarrely eerie, as though emitted through a broken radio, squeezed out through a decayed throat.
When Han Dong looks around, the professors present have tentacles emerging from their mouths, their skin rapidly peeling off, revealing writhing deep red muscles. The rıghtful source is novel★fire.net
Suddenly, a sharp pain emerges from deep within his brain.
Han Dong has to hold his head until the pain subsides, returning everything to normal in front of him.
The book before him transforms into a normal “Human Biology” book.
“Professor Han Dong, is there a problem?”
“No issue, I’ll take it seriously.”
As if nothing had happened.
Han Dong returns to his office, deeply engaged in preparing course materials, this “Human Biology” book contains eight chapters covering every crucial part of the body.
“Is this book incomplete? It doesn’t include brain content… oh well, let’s proceed as is.”
When Han Dong arrives at the lecture theater with his materials,
the place is already filled with students, all showing greedy eyes, some even drooling… if Han Dong’s gaze sweeps over, they quickly wipe off the drool and pretend to attentively listen.
The lectern is unusually large, with a corpse used for teaching placed upon it.
Stepping onto the stage,
Han Dong habitually writes his name with chalk for self-introduction.
He suddenly realizes something amiss and quickly erases it to write “Dong.Han”.
“This semester, I will be teaching ‘Human Biology.’ If anyone has questions, feel free to raise them in class or ask me anytime outside class.
Today, we’ll begin with the first chapter – [The Eye].”
As Han Dong views the first chapter’s content, he’s extremely familiar, even able to recite it backward… the class ends with roaring applause.
Han Dong even catches sight of some students’ foreheads growing a bizarre living eye.
A blink, and everything’s normal again.
The teaching continues normally, but the workload is quite hefty.
Apart from the eye chapter being smooth to teach, the other chapters are exceptionally challenging,
forcing Han Dong to slow down the class pace, even discussing complex content with some students and teachers outside class, sometimes requiring various human experiments to comprehend and validate the book’s content.
Gradually, he even uses all his sleep time for textbook interpretation, all to deliver the best teaching content for the students.
Pull the lens away from Han Dong, stepping outside the university enveloped in thick white fog.
To a dilapidated ancient castle,
where stands a grand theater,
once, during Carxa’s operational period in ancient times.
Those seeking souls or seeking the Yellow Robe King would come here to enjoy a play called “The King in Yellow.”
This is the fundamental requirement set by the Yellow Robe King, watching the play is the basic respect towards Him.
One must comprehend the play’s meaning to qualify for a face-to-face conversation with Him.
Han Dong, bound in “Soul Slumber,” is suspended at the center stage with strange yellow strips.
The Yellow Robe King stands before him, slicing open the skull with slender fingers, peeling away the soul’s outer layers.
Hands caress the brain and the skull-shaped inner soul.
Though it seems like a caress, it actually inserts tentacles deep within the soul, creating a unique “Soul Dreamland” for Han Dong.
“This should assist in comprehending the ‘Book of Dead Spirit,’ don’t let me down, my only chosen messenger.”