**3**
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Oxygen concentration dropped to 15%.
Eleanor Vance had completely lost consciousness.
Dorian Blackwood knelt on the ground, repeatedly banging his head: “I’ll transfer it! I’ll transfer everything to you!”
I pushed a special terminal towards him.
His fingers frantically tapped on the screen, stock transfer agreements flashing by one after another. All corporate authorities were transferred to my name.
The moment the transfer was complete, oxygen levels returned to normal.
Dorian Blackwood gasped for air, holding Eleanor Vance tightly: “Quick! Save her!”
I stood up and walked to the glass wall.
Behind me, a giant screen lit up.
Complex gene sequence diagrams densely covered the entire wall.
“You thought the antidote was in the blood?”
My voice was chillingly calm.
“Idiot.”
Dorian Blackwood froze.
“The virus antidote requires my living cells as a culture medium. The final activation and proliferation must occur inside my body.”
Data scrolled across the screen.
Lines of technical jargon flashed by.
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56%
“Draining my blood would only get you useless plasma.”
His face instantly turned ashen.
“Impossible… The doctor said…”
“Doctor? Which doctor?” I sneered. “Only, in this entire world, could decipher this virus. Who do you think understands it better than me?”
“Furthermore.”
“The activation process is irreversible. It will drain all my life force.”
“Saving her means my death.”
I activated another projection.
An Al simulation appeared on the screen.
Images of me, in my previous life, tied to the experimental table.
Blood being drawn, drop by drop.
My agonizing struggles.
My pleas for mercy.
My tears.
Until the very last moment of my life.
Then, I was thrown into the horde of infected.
Torn apart.
Devoured.
Eleanor Vance woke up.
07:59 Thu, 26 Jun
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“Hahahaha… I really hope you died that horribly…”
