CHAPTER 586: CHAPTER 584: CONFIRMATION

Although Wei Tianyang did not have to do this, and no one could force him to do it, the doubts in his heart still compelled him to keep pondering this option.

Understanding the origin of his abilities was one aspect, but another was even more important.

Baphomet said it was he who had taken over the black giant, but Wei Tianyang could not simply believe it.

He had already seen the union of Lin Yan and the white figure. Some things could be ignored when unknown, but once a fragment of knowledge was revealed, it could haunt one’s mind like a nightmare.

Through the remote connection between Baphomet and Yaha, Wei Tianyang also heard Lin Yan speaking about Black Medicine.

Injecting Black Medicine was like injecting poison; all members of the Superpower Special Department were patients.

This statement was not fabricated. The syndrome from Black Medicine objectively existed; after taking the medicine, he indeed found it easier to resort to violence, and those from the Superpower Special Department who had interacted with him also suffered from varying degrees of mental illness.

But ultimately, who had taken over whom? This was a question that needed to be clarified.

He was Wei Tianyang, and he needed to confirm this.

He could accept his own transformations; he could accept having become a ruthless tyrant to achieve his goals, but he could not accept that he was no longer himself.

Had that thing consumed him, taken his memories, and then believed it was him...?

No, he had to completely eliminate this possibility.

Standing here, the one leading humanity into the New World was Wei Tianyang, not something extraterrestrial!

Wei Tianyang paced back and forth in the room, while Zhao Ling kneeled on the bed, looking at him anxiously.

"I’ve never seen you this uneasy," said Zhao Ling.

"I have to make a... dangerous decision," said Wei Tianyang.

"What could possibly be dangerous for you?" asked Zhao Ling.

"I want to expel the Black Medicine from my spinal cord," said Wei Tianyang.

Zhao Ling was taken aback, her eyes widened, and she immediately climbed down from the bed.

She gently embraced Wei Tianyang from the side, holding him in place.

"Why? You’ll lose everything," said Zhao Ling.

"I need to understand what I really am," said Wei Tianyang.

"You are the one destined to become a god," said Zhao Ling.

"A god created by the medicine? Or a mortal that has been possessed?" asked Wei Tianyang.

Zhao Ling could not answer, just stared at Wei Tianyang in silence.

"You should know very well, the powers obtained through the medicine will one day betray you," said Wei Tianyang.

"You don’t need to prove anything to anyone," said Zhao Ling.

"This isn’t about proving anything, I need to be sure that I am myself. This is important," said Wei Tianyang.

"If... if it turns out you’re not... what will you do then? Inject the Black Medicine back? You do know that after Tiantai Pharmaceutical injected you with Black Medicine last time, you were dead for over a year. Do we even have that time now?" asked Zhao Ling.

Of course, Wei Tianyang understood the risks.

Around the world, a large group of people wanted to join him, while another large group wanted to kill him.

If he lost his superpower, Pei Guode Hotel would plummet into Hell with him.

"There’s no such possibility," Wei Tianyang said.

"If you are so sure, then you shouldn’t dwell on this issue. You shouldn’t take this risk," Zhao Ling said.

"That’s self-deception! I must face it; this is the last catastrophe," Wei Tianyang said.

Zhao Ling said no more, hugging Wei Tianyang tightly, waiting for his next move.

After a night of torturous pleasure, the next morning arrived.

Zhao Ling was drenched in sweat, with many bruises and contusions on her body. She lay on the bed asleep, one arm dangling to the floor, fingers spread out, her face still wearing a smile of unfulfilled desires.

Meanwhile, Wei Tianyang had arrived at the top-floor surgical room of the black building.

Only his kin conducted the fluid extraction surgery, to minimize the risks as much as possible.

Wei Tianyang took off his shirt, and the creamy yellow surgical table appeared once again before his eyes. It reminded him of the office building of Tiantai Pharmaceutical in Qiyang City, where the surgical table had looked just the same.

Funny enough, 20 years had passed, and the surgical tables used for operations hadn’t changed at all.

He climbed onto it, and the medical staff of his kin carefully aligned eight stainless steel needles with the midline of Wei Tianyang’s spine.

A green laser beam marked the injection points on his back, then the stainless steel tubes slowly extended from the cylindrical conduit.

Wei Tianyang waited quietly, only feeling something touching his back, then the machines began to alarm.

Seconds later, the operation was aborted.

"What’s happening?!" Wei Tianyang shouted in anger.

"My lord... the... the needle... is broken," the medical staff stuttered nervously.

The mechanical arm slowly lifted, and Wei Tianyang stood up to inspect the needle, only to see it was bent.

He slapped his forehead, having forgotten how strong his body had become; how could such a thing penetrate his flesh now?

After a moment of thought, he said, "Let’s switch to manual operation. You three, come here."

He selected three individuals, then, suddenly, he manifested three heads and six arms, and grew two additional heads from the back of his neck that looked down towards his back. The other four arms produced pitch-black Bone Knives.

He sat on a nearby stool, waiting for the three medical staff to pick up the fluid extraction syringes, connected at the back to a high-pressure tank. The mixed Black Medicine extracted would first be stored inside the tank, then separated.

Watching them get ready, Wei Tianyang did not use anesthesia. With one slice of the Bone Knife along his spine, he cut open his back, then the other two arms turned around, gently grasped the torn muscles, and wrenched the wound open further. He curved his back, causing the spine to arch out from the flesh.

Not just that, a black organ became faintly visible behind the muscle wall and fatty fluid—his black heart pounding, a black fire burning within his body. As he opened his back, a flame burst forth, pushing everyone back.

Wei Tianyang felt the pain, but it was negligible. He extended a fourth arm, reached in, and partially dislodged his spine, saying, "Hurry up and begin."

The three medical staff then inserted the syringe guns into his spine, and a wave of sharp pain hit Wei Tianyang, making him squint unusually.

The black fluid mixed with blood, flowing through the pale yellow hose into the tank. In a moment, the tank was filled with 16 liters of mixed fluid. The extraction surgery was meant to last a long time, but Wei Tianyang skipped many steps, brutally opening himself up, and the blood drained as quickly as water. After 20 seconds, the high-pressure tank was full, and the gauge on its exterior indicated that the internal fluid had reached 49 liters.

The medical staff removed the syringe, and Wei Tianyang closed up the wound. He retracted his three heads and six arms, and his body healed once again. Now, his spinal cord was empty, even of the spinal fluid a normal human should have.

Yet he felt no different, not sensing any change from before.

"Hmph," he got dressed, turned his head towards the gray tank, and said, "Store this properly."