Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 838 - 399: Old Friends of the Omniscient World, Polar Star Association!

[You have entered the Doomsday Chapter.]

[Chapter 82740877]

[The powerful Wandering Soul awakens in a dingy and cramped prison cell...]

[You open your eyes to a dim and oppressive darkness, the only faint light source coming from a "Rest Page" that floats silently behind you.]

[The prison cell is cramped and narrow, the floor covered in filth and sewage, emitting a stench that makes you nauseous and want to vomit.]

[With the faint light from the "Rest Page," you manage to make out the interior of the prison cell...]

[The tightly closed door of Refined Copper is the cell’s only exit. Through its slit-shaped opening, you can see that the outside world is still shrouded in thick darkness.]

[Apart from the corpse in the corner of the cell, there is nothing else that catches your attention.]

[It is the body of a lean and short man, covered in whip marks, dressed only in a tattered linen fabric that barely covers his private parts. From his attire alone, you cannot discern the prisoner’s status before he was incarcerated.]

[The light around you is very dim, and you have to get closer to the body to carefully examine it before you can see what it looks like.]

[The face still bears the distorted expression of its final moments, the forehead’s skull collapsed with bloodstains already coagulating and drying, the face hosting shriveled, hollow eye sockets with no sign of the eyes themselves...]

[The "Shell" of a ’Medical Academy Assistant Instructor’: An assistant teacher at the Transplant Medicine Academy, which serves the logistical needs of various Schools. Although being an assistant instructor is the lowest professional title, it is still a rather respectable job.]

[The instructor, for unknown reasons, was imprisoned in this sunless cell. Perhaps you could glimpse part of the truth from its memories. It died by hitting its head against the wall. Compatibility: 145% (+80%).]

[Do you wish to take over this Shell?]

"Transplant Medicine Academy?"

The current location of the prison cell remains unknown. In the previous Omniscient Chapters, Lin Xun had not heard of the ’Transplant Medicine Academy’ as an organization.

From the information disclosed by ’Rona, Master Scholar’ in the fourth Chapter, it is known that ’Imperial City—Saint Etienne’ belongs to the seventh Chapter area, but the seventh Chapter certainly has more than just Imperial City on the map.]

[You have taken over the ’Shell’ of a ’Medical Academy Assistant Instructor’!]

[Fragments of memories within the Shell begin to resurface...]

[...]

[Becoming an esteemed Scholar is the dream of every common child, but not everyone possesses the talent to absorb that grand knowledge, to integrate it within oneself, and to wield the power of knowledge.]

[Unfortunately, I did not pass the test for Scholar qualifications. I lacked the talent to become a Scholar.]

[I once fell into despair, once gave up on myself...]

[But fortunately, the ’Almighty True Knowledge’ bestowed upon me a pair of steady and dexterous hands, giving me extraordinary talent in the field of ’transplanting eyeballs.’ Abandoning literature for medicine to transplant eyeballs for Scholars also became a viable path.]

[It was at this moment that I resolved to one day become the greatest ’transplant surgeon,’ making those high and mighty Scholars bow their heads to humbly ask for my surgical skills.]

[To allow me to learn the transplant techniques, my parents spent their meager savings. I did not let them down, gaining admission to the best transplant institution in Imperial City, ’Josephka Medical Academy,’ with outstanding results.]

[Four years flew by in an instant, and I successfully obtained the certificate of ’apprentice transplant surgeon,’ allowing me to graduate smoothly...]

[But ’apprentice transplant surgeon’ is the lowest professional rank. Only those poor students from the Polyvision School Academy would spend a small amount of money here, transplanting cheap, low-grade eyeballs.]

[If I wanted a more decent life, I would have to stay at the medical academy and study for three more years to obtain a higher professional ranking...]

[But my parents had already spent all their savings on tuition, and I didn’t have any extra money to afford the tuition or the subsequent examination fees.]

[Looking at my parents’ greying hair, I sighed deeply. If being an apprentice doctor was what fate had in store, so be it – earning enough to support my parents and myself was sufficient. As for dreams... to hell with dreams. A nobody doesn’t deserve to have dreams.]

[Just as I was compromising with life, the Dean ’Bennett’ came to me.]

[This Dean led a legendary life, rising from a rural clinic doctor to a personage of great importance. Every graduating student idolized him, each wishing to become a figure like the Dean. I was no exception.]

[Mr. ’Bennett’ was a person of considerable renown. Even those noble Scholars from the Direct View School had to queue up and schedule transplant surgeries with him, even with appointments requiring a wait of half a year.]

[They didn’t have the slightest complaint, seeming to hold a certain fear toward Mr. ’Bennett.’ Rumor had it that the Dean had a formidable backing within the Schools...]

[Mr. ’Bennett’ saw my predicament, my forced compromise with reality. He said to me, "Do you want to remain an unknown person who lives a safe life and dies with an IV drip in your bed, or are you willing to give it your all to leave your mark on history?"]

[An ordinary nobody or a renowned figure—what is your choice?]

[I do not know why, but those two simple questions made my blood boil.]

[Yes, once upon a time, I aspired to become a great man like the Dean. How could I readily bow to reality, to humbly kowtow? I too once had dreams...]