Li Qing was momentarily choked with emotion.
No matter how it was said, this was just too outrageous.
His gaze once again focused on the inside of this isolated sterile workshop, scrutinizing it carefully.
At least on the surface, there was nothing unusual.
"Right."
Through the glass, Ning Guochang suddenly looked at the droplet of black ink army moving freely on his desk, "Do you know what your civilization, the 0.0023 grams of army I control, is talking about now?"
"They are talking now?" Li Qing asked curiously.
Ning Guochang spread his hands helplessly, "They don't understand our language of sound wave vibrations. They are using a special consciousness wave to communicate: beyond the Chaos Wall, a vast and mighty Outer God is communicating with their Creator God."
They seem to sense the consciousness entity.
They can't clearly see their own human form, yet they can see that immense consciousness.
Li Qing was silent, staring at the speck of black mud, astonished: "Wait, are you saying I'm an Evil God in their eyes too?"
"Yes," Ning Guochang replied.
Ning Guochang explained that the two humans, using the common [vibrational sound wave communication], were perceived by them as a mysterious and indescribable Outer God language, since they could not vocalize.
Moreover, just listening to this Ancient Gods' language would blow their army away.
Lift up their houses.
Stir up unimaginable world-ending storms.
And contain corrosive death acid rain?
Just think about it.
Who let someone's mouth be so close to the desk.
"They really do worship you," Li Qing said.
He dared to bet that this was more astonishing than any delusional story he had heard from any psychiatric patient.
Even across all human history, no psychiatric patient could describe something as fantastical as today's tale.
This set a new high watermark for a psychiatric patient's delusions.
If it were merely a delusion...
"This 0.0023-gram microbial kingdom that I currently control is quite in awe of me," Ning Guochang showed a complex smile, seemingly the only thing he found worth celebrating since the horrifying upheavals of recent days.
Li Qing asked, "So, what are you going to do next?"
"Commit suicide."
Ning Guochang took a deep breath and voiced the prepared decision:
"In this room, the new civilization, self-proclaimed the Atabia Kingdom, representing the domain of engineers governed by wise men, I will not be their Pangu, the origin of their civilization."
"I've had enough, enough of these bizarre things, I want to perish with them."
"That shouldn't be necessary."
Li Qing analyzed calmly: "There's still a chance to resist, and the civilization of microscopic bacteria isn't anything to be afraid of. Intelligence-wise, they're just microbes; killing the awakened microbes is the key."
These single-celled intelligences are not easily inheritable.
This means their descendants cannot proliferate; their numbers stay constant, just by killing off those mutated individuals.
Even though their numbers could be in the billions.
If treated as cancer cells, chemotherapy is feasible.
It's just that the process is much more complex and impossible to eliminate all, as they can transfer and hide better than cancer cells.
Anything with some intelligence will play hide and seek with you inside the body.
Chemotherapy may heavily damage the body, but as long as it's reduced to a safe number, they might be unable to make waves.
"It's possible, but more likely, they'll fight back desperately, creating biological virus weapons, to kill me, the Giant, causing my collapse into their vast homeland, where a whale falls, and all things thrive."
Ning Guochang saw it clearly, his voice unusually calm, "I don't want to struggle anymore."
He was indeed too exhausted.
For someone with trypophobia, from the beginning, this was comparable to torturous mental suffering.
A strong will to survive made him try to struggle, living in a phobic world, but tendencies towards suicidal depression grew increasingly severe, until now all the microbes in him had awakened.
He clearly knew he was beyond cure.
At this moment, the psychiatric patient across the window spoke with a voice so weary it was devoid of life:
"I want to take advantage of their not having yet reconstructed their civilization, to modify biological structures and eliminate them."
"I've arranged everything, wrapped in sealed protective clothing, lock me and them away, spraying alcohol under ultraviolet light on the protective clothing, and then leave this room, find an oil drum and self-immolate, perishing with them."
"Right now, they're still ordinary microbes. In a few weeks, when these single cells evolve, if they withstand ultraviolet light and alcohol, then there'll be trouble."
Ning Guochang said, "You are the only person I can trust, afterward I hope you can help me, after my suicide, help dispose of the remaining microbes in this workshop and my posthumous affairs, it shouldn't be too hard."
Clearly, he had arranged everything.
Li Qing said:
"Though I want to believe you, this is ultimately hard to comprehend. For your safety's sake, could you prove once more that your abilities are real? It's a doctor's professional ethics."
Ning Guochang lightly leaped, as nimbly as a spider, jumping across the wall a few times before landing back on the seat.
Li Qing was so shocked he trembled slightly, experiencing several seconds of a mental storm before sighing: "I understand, this overturns all the life experiences I've had so far, I really can't assist you."
"I know." Sitting in the chair, Ning Guochang looked at that black dot on the table, pointing at it:
"Did you hear? They're cheering, calling me... Creator God! I am their leader!"
"My previous life was humiliating and ugly, but now I am respected and worshipped by other simple creatures! They're even willing to sacrifice themselves for me, to conquer kingdoms thousands of times larger than them."
Li Qing said nothing.
"My parents are gone. They supported me studying abroad, helped me get married and start a career. The last time I called, they were still waiting for me to give them grandchildren, asking if I was doing well, if I'd brought home a foreign girl. I... didn't dare to speak. Foreign places aren't as good as they imagined. Later, something suddenly happened to them. Now, I'm also having problems and will soon go to see them."
"But thinking about it, my life isn't that regretful. Living a petty and unremarkable life like this, I might as well be a god for a while; these people worship me, admire me, and my final moments would be glorious and brilliant. Here, I'm not a waste, but the shining epic of their civilization."
"People who live earnestly are not wastes." Li Qing, still shaken, offered a word of comfort.
Comforting and soothing the patient's emotions is his job.
Although the bizarre incident before him made him somewhat forget about his job.
"Yes, yes."
Ning Guochang's expression was candid. As he spoke, he returned to the honest smile peculiar to those simple country folks he initially encountered.
...
Afterwards, Li Qing and Ning Guochang no longer discussed the Mythical Kingdom's stories but chatted about ordinary domestic matters, his past, his tragedy, and the simple happiness of his childhood.
In the end, Li Qing didn't know how he left.
His mind was blank.
For the rest of the day, he was in a dazed, numb, trance-like state.
At this moment, a friend called again, asking about the plans to return home, but he couldn't even be sure how much he comprehended.
In the last moments of Ning Guochang's life, he chose to confide everything to him, this psychologist.
Because only he was willing to seek him out.
In this foreign land, only he treated him as a friend, respected him, and seriously listened to him from beginning to end.
Unlike his adventures with the Zombie Lord and the myth of Pangu creating the world, this segment of ordinary stories telling his own experiences happens to many people.
In this seemingly free nation, indeed, it is free for some influential figures, with splendid and exciting lives, champagne and beauties; but for ordinary people of this country, it is cannibalistic.
Li Qing has received many psychiatric patients here, listening to them recount their tragic stories, almost without exception, they all share one feature: poverty.
The happiness of the wealthy varies greatly.
Only poverty is the fundamental reason for most postnatal mental illnesses. The modern worker's 996 not only exhausts your body but actually devastates your spirit.
And how am I not burdened with these pressures from the lower strata of society?
A psychiatrist inherently bears tremendous stress.
During the call, his friend noticed Li Qing's absent-mindedness and finally asked, "Did you get your ticket?"
After hesitating for a moment, Li Qing replied, "I still have matters to attend to, won't return to the country yet."
His friend, also in the mental field, instantly sensed, "No! Something's off with your patient, don't take it to heart,
We, this type of people, witness much suffering, can't truly get emotionally involved; don't you see how many peers are depressed? Our profession is about carrying burdens, with psychological pressure greater than the funeral home next door!"
After hanging up the comforting call from his friend, Li Qing remained silent.
Until one afternoon three days later.
Li Qing heard some news.
Someone died in self-immolation.
Reportedly a Chinese person, combining previous mental cases with a suicide note, it was processed very simply in this country where shootings are common.
Another day passed.
Li Qing received an anonymous parcel.
The contents were simple: just a deep red crystal diamond-shaped Crystal Core.
——This is the source of Superpower.
The moment he got the Crystal Core, his entire brain went blank, heart pounding, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The authority of the second-generation Zombie Lord.
Li Qing was instantly conflicted, repeatedly recalling the vivid and fantastic stories from Ning Guochang's words. This Crystal Core seemed like the gateway to a demon, possibly the opportunity to completely change his life.
Afraid?
A little.
For he personally witnessed the unbelievable mythology in the workshop laboratory, where a vast Creator God was mutinied and killed by His created citizens.
Excited?
Understandably.
This is the unexpected encounter for class advancement, the turning point of an otherwise ordinary life!
With his medical background, he knows the frightening potential this holds, the myriad things he can play with.
As long as it's well-controlled, he would be enough to rise to the top among those people in the world!
Establish a massive power and underground tech company, set up a laboratory, and covertly create micro-civilization, driving the emergence of extraordinary abilities.
Even...
Unraveling the origin of life, seeking immortality.
Undeniably, modern human biological development has been extremely slow.
Human biological technology has just begun in the field of nanobots and nanomachines, and himself?
Equivalent to immediately possessing nanometer-level, micrometer-level biological robots.
For any doctor with dreams, this is impossible to refuse.
Even though he is just a small psychiatrist, he once had such a great dream of being a biology professor.