CHAPTER 219: YOU REALLY MAKE ME HATE YOU

This discovery instantly drained the color from his face.

[Ding! You have discovered Disease 1 on the target: Bone Spurs!]

[Ding! You have discovered Disease 2 on the target: Osteoporosis!]

[Ding! You have discovered Disease 3 on the target: Bone Fractures!]

[Ding! You have discovered Malicious Disease 4 on the target: Severe Arthritis!]

Ding ding ding ding—

Over a dozen consecutive notifications chimed in Lynn's ears.

Lynn coughed lightly, adjusted his monocle, and smiled:

"Senior, it seems you're quite seriously ill."

Black Skull's body abruptly stiffened.

Almost the moment Lynn's hand made contact with his wrist to complete the diagnosis, he had already sensed the abnormal changes occurring within his body.

He instinctively shifted his wrist slightly.

Crack—

A crisp cracking sound came from his joint.

Disease!

His gaze suddenly turned vacant.

Even though he had already activated various countermeasures against curses and diseases within his body, he had still been "diagnosed" with abnormal conditions.

The countermeasures he activated hadn't been triggered.

His leather coat, which could significantly reduce interference from curses and Cursed Arts, showed no reaction whatsoever.

Which meant...

He had genuinely "diagnosed" real diseases in him.

Not curses or interference?

But...

How was that possible!

Behind him.

Beneath the mask, the Executor's face had turned deathly pale.

Because he saw it!

That was a curse.

But the curse wasn't targeting his mark!

It was targeting himself!

When he was diagnosing Black Skull!

That fleeting curse interfered with and tampered with his ability!

At the table.

Lynn stood up, swiftly writing in his notebook with a quill pen, pacing as he recited:

"Osteoporosis, bone spurs, bone fractures, severe arthritis, severe bone marrow necrosis..."

He adjusted his glasses.

"Although you're an undead, you should still take good care of your health regardless. Accumulating so many malignant diseases like this has a very significant impact on your physical well-being." 𝘙ÂΝỌ𝖇Е§

He smiled and reached out his hand.

Removed his glove.

Revealing the hand bone that clearly showed some cracks.

"See, it's already damaged to this extent. Do you still think there's nothing wrong with your body?"

For some reason, the smile on Lynn's face grew increasingly radiant.

"Is that so?" Black Skull said deeply: "Impressive. This is something I didn't anticipate. Even with my anti-curse and anti-disease measures in place, you could still secretly inflict so many diseases upon me."

"Does bringing pain and illness to others truly bring you pleasure?"

The smile on Lynn's face froze in place.

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

His fingers resting on Black Skull's hand bone began to rub slightly, the faint rustling sound of nails scraping against bone creating a strong sense of discomfort.

Dead silence spread.

"These are clearly your own diseases."

Lynn's voice came from beneath the shadow over his forehead, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.

"I'm clearly the one who discovered your symptoms for you."

"I'm clearly the one who identified the root of your problems for you."

"You really... make me quite disgusted."

Crack—

His hand bone was actually pressed into a finger-shaped hole by Lynn's single finger.

"What are you doing?!" the Executor shouted, his sharp long fingers instantly stabbing toward Lynn's wrist.

Lynn swiftly withdrew his hand, the smile on his face growing even more radiant as he raised his hand and said:

"Ah, apologies, just a minor accident, please don't mind it."

Suddenly.

As if briefly glitching.

The smile on his face froze in place, like a painting.

Then.

He seemed somewhat drowsy as he reined in his expression, frowning and rubbing his temples, a trace of surprise appearing in his eyes.

"My apologies, I seemed a bit... off just now, probably due to mental energy exhaustion. I'm very sorry for injuring you."

"Senior, are you alright?"

He asked seriously.

Black Skull rasped: "I'm fine."

"Ah! Good to hear you're fine. I apologize for my behavior just now."

He suddenly and without warning returned to his previous expression, placing his palms together and bowing his head with a smile.

Only his smile was becoming increasingly unsettling and disconcerting.

"I might really be a bit tired."

Then he forcefully widened his eyes, smiling as he pulled out a small bottle of medicine from his chest, tilted his head back, and vigorously dripped eye drops into his eye sockets.

As if this could temporarily relieve his fatigue.

But those rapidly shifting expressions and smiles sent chills down the Executor's spine.

Something's wrong!

It's getting worse!

He's becoming even more peculiar than before this diagnosis.

Black Skull's raspy voice sounded again in his mind.

"The countermeasures didn't work! I still got hit. Did you notice anything just now?"

The Executor's gaze turned grave, he withdrew his gaze and immediately relayed what he saw to Black Skull through their mental connection.

Including the fleeting clown-like silhouette that appeared during his diagnosis.

Black Skull said hesitantly: "You're saying the curse inside him isn't the source of the diseases he gave me, but rather that curse tampered with his diagnostic method, turning his diagnosis into disease infliction?"

The Executor frowned: "That's my speculation, but I'm not sure what's really happening, and also..."

"When I first encountered him, the curse inside him was far from this powerful, and his personality seems to be becoming increasingly obsessive."

The soul fire in Black Skull's eyes flickered restlessly as he said hesitantly:

"You suspect that every time he uses his diagnostic ability, it deepens the curse's influence over him? Not just his abilities, but even his... cognition?"

The Executor didn't speak.

But his frown deepened.

Exactly.

He did have such suspicions.

Because just now, this young man clearly showed intent to harm.

This was completely different from his previous behavior.

Clearly.

Some kind of change was occurring.

His gaze fixed firmly on the finger-shaped indentation in Black Skull's hand bone.

Without reason.

That was harm without reason.

The smile he showed just now clearly revealed mockery and amusement.

"Commander Black Skull, what should we do now?"

The Executor asked mentally.

Black Skull rasped: "I'll stabilize him first. You go treat Raven immediately and explain the specific situation to him. If possible, we need to perform a treatment on this young man!"

"Though we're still not entirely clear what type of curse resides within him, so we must proceed with caution!"

The Executor took a deep look at Lynn in the distance and said:

"Then I'll go. Be careful, Commander."

He wasn't worried about Black Skull's condition.

Because he was undead.

For the undead, the body is merely a shell that can be replaced at any time.

After speaking.

He immediately turned and disappeared into the thick mist like a ghost.

Meanwhile, Black Skull sat there like a statue, watching the young man in the distance applying eye drops.

As if noticing the situation here.

Lynn walked over and sat at the table, vigorously rubbing his eye sockets while continuously applying the medicine, saying:

"Senior, where did your companion go?"

Black Skull rasped: "He went to care for that doctor you diagnosed with illness. He'll return soon."

Lynn rubbed his temples and said:

"So do you still believe I inflicted those diseases upon you?"

Black Skull said deeply: "No, I spoke too frankly earlier. You are indeed quite exceptional. Your diagnostic ability truly discovered many pre-existing ailments in my body."

The smile on Lynn's face grew increasingly radiant.

"It's wonderful to hear your recognition and understanding! I was afraid you'd be as stubbornly unreasonable as the previous two!"

"What about the other Night Doctors? When will they arrive?"

Black Skull rasped: "They're on their way. If possible, they'd be quite willing to have you diagnose them as well."

"That would be absolutely wonderful." Lynn rubbed his eyes even more vigorously, beaming with delight.