Chapter 119: Blood Eyes

Chapter 9: The Blood Eye

On the cold operating table, Lu Yun lay sprawled, his limbs firmly restrained by sturdy steel shackles. A silver-white iron collar encircled his neck, emitting a faint bluish-white electric glow that spread numbness throughout his body.

A young assistant stood beside the table, holding a steel pen as he recorded experimental data on a report.

“You may begin.”

Glancing briefly at Lu Yun lying on the table, the young assistant nodded toward the researchers in white coats nearby.

They had already succeeded once before, and this second attempt was executed with even greater proficiency.

Soon, all the auxiliary surgical steps were completed.

*Thud.*

A heavy glass container was set down on the table with a dull sound.

Within the transparent vessel, a dark cyan viscous liquid rippled gently. At its center floated a crimson orb the size of an adult’s fist.

From the surface of this crystalline sphere seeped a thin, dark mist that dissipated into the liquid. It resembled a gigantic eyeball, its white veins like jade, sprawling across the orb’s surface. Within its ruby-red pupil flickered an eerie, ghostly red light—an endless torrent of malevolence bursting forth.

The young assistant’s face tightened with seriousness. He exhaled deeply and flipped to the next page of the paper report in his hand, where several lines of black text were arranged.

*The Cursed Blood Eye of the Rotten Wood Demon*

Source: The singular eye of the champion-class Rotten Wood Demon

Description: The leader of the Rotten Wood Demon clan in the Elven Forest. On the brink of death, its terrifying ghost-type energy, amassed over more than three hundred years, was condensed into its single eye, infused with the most venomous of curses.

Preservation Method: Soaked in a 75% concentration of Fosse solution; avoid direct sunlight.

Warning: Prolonged direct gaze into the pupil may result in contamination by residual curses; the surface is highly corrosive—avoid direct contact.

*Click.*

The glass lid twisted open, releasing a foul stench akin to rotten eggs that quickly filled the operating room.

Unfazed, the most experienced researcher, fully equipped, grasped a slender metal clamp firmly with his right hand.

He reached into the glass container.

*Zzzt—*

Like the sharp fizz of a carbonated drink, the metal clamp’s pointed ends clamped tightly on either side of the orb.

His arm remained steady, not a tremor betraying his control.

The senior researcher carefully extracted the blood eye from the container.

Taking measured steps to maintain balance, the researcher held the iron clamp and approached the operating table.

Raising the tool high, he positioned the blood eye directly before Lu Yun’s face.

Like a peculiar light bulb, the strange red glow from the blood eye shone straight onto Lu Yun.

Hazy and hallucinatory, Lu Yun seemed to be engulfed in a sea of crimson.

A piercing danger alarm buzzed within his mind, dizziness creeping through his brain.

Lu Yun tried to close his eyes, but under the influence of anesthesia and electric paralysis, his facial muscles were rigid. His eyelids felt as heavy as mercury, immovable despite all efforts.

Knowing the *Cursed Blood Eye* could not remain outside the Fosse solution for long, another researcher swiftly approached the table, holding an extremely sharp surgical knife.

The silver blade was raised vertically, its pointed tip gently pricking the base of the blood eye.

*Sssht—*

The still air was suddenly shattered by a sharp sound, like a balloon leaking air.

The surgical knife was swiftly withdrawn like lightning, and the researcher stepped aside.

Dark red patterns of light rippled down the blood eye, as if a heavy energy flowed within.

Veins bulged on the senior researcher’s hands gripping the clamp, as if holding a thousand-pound weight. Gritting his teeth, his muscles trembled with strain.

Fortunately, this bizarre state did not last long.

After a flicker of seductive red light, the blood eye’s vibrant crimson gradually faded to a dull grayish black, as if losing all vitality.

At its base, where the sharp surgical blade had punctured a tiny opening, a single drop of vividly red, radiant blood slowly emerged.

Like the world’s most flawless gem, it shimmered with dazzling scarlet light; like the blood tears of a demon from the abyss, it bore the deepest, most venomous curse, flickering ominously.

Though but a single drop, it seemed as heavy as the densest metal, emitting a profound, weighty luster.

It fell.

The immense density and iron-like weight caused the air itself to wail in pain, making one wonder if that single drop could crush Lu Yun’s skull beneath.

Yet, unexpectedly, the eerie blood drop, upon touching Lu Yun’s smooth forehead, behaved like the gentlest of cats—

Quietly, silently—

It seeped into his skin.

Lu Yun stared blankly ahead, his eyes dry and full of dense, sinister bloodshot veins.

But by then, he could no longer care.

As the blood drop penetrated, Lu Yun seemed to plunge into an abyss, enveloped by endless scarlet.

Around him, a cacophony of buzzing noises echoed faintly—as if countless souls cried out in their final moments.

Deep resentment and poisonous curses intertwined, forming an unholy hymn from hell that played softly in Lu Yun’s ears.

Within his body, dormant Gengar energy, like a shark sensing blood, surged from the depths of his veins, joining this carnivorous feast.

The reddish-brown Fighting-type energy, like a guardian defending its home, mustering its last strength despite being overwhelmed, engaged in a desperate battle against the invading twofold evil forces.

In the operating room, as the crimson blood drop sank deeper into Lu Yun, the researchers exhaled in unison, relieved.

The young assistant stared at the monitor, the steel pen in his hand darting across the report as he recorded various data.

“Director Eck, is the life support monitor unnecessary this time?”

A researcher nearby softly inquired.

“No.”

“The life support device only affects the initial energy fusion. Using it again would be a waste.”

Director Eck responded absently, focused on his writing.

“Then what about this Fighting-type...”

He glanced at Lu Yun on the table, convulsing violently and foaming at the mouth.

Director Eck shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“We’re moving out soon. There’s too much in storage to take with us, so using some on him isn’t really wasteful.”

“He’s just a test subject. We only need to gather the key data.”

“Whether he lives or dies is of no consequence.”

With that, Director Eck folded the report and tucked it under his arm.

“That’s all for today. Good work, everyone.”

“Have security take this Fighting-type away.”

Turning, he strode off, footsteps fading as his figure disappeared down the corridor.

As Eck left, the formerly solemn atmosphere in the operating room gradually relaxed.

The researchers busied themselves packing up, chatting and laughing as if oblivious to Lu Yun’s violent convulsions on the table.

In the air thick with the pungent scent of disinfectant, one could still faintly detect the lingering putrid odor of the cursed blood eye.