All Chapters of Ancient Medical Rising System: Rise Of The Forsaken Doctor: Chapter 21
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Chapter 17. The Edge of Death
The sun rose like a blade over the wasteland. Rick sat at the edge of a dune, sweat dripping down his face, the wind burning his eyes. His breath came slow and steady, though his body no longer needed air. He could feel it, the energy pulsing under his skin, restless, alive, dangerous. It wanted to escape, to tear through him again like fire. He looked at his trembling hands. The veins glowed faint gold, brighter than they had the night before. “System,” he said quietly, “how far can I push it before I die?” [Unclear. Life-Qi threshold untested.] He gave a humorless laugh. “Then let’s find out.” [Warning: testing beyond safe parameters.] Rick stood, his shadow long against the sand. The wind howled, carrying the smell of dust and ozone. His heart did not beat, but he felt a rhythm inside him all the same, a dangerous pulse begging to be freed. He clenched his fists. “Begin recording.” [Recording active.] He closed his eyes and reached inward, pulling at the thread of
Chapter 18: The Fracture
The desert night stretched endlessly and cold. Rick sat hunched beside the remains of his shelter, staring into the dying fire. The glow from the flames painted his half-white hair orange, and the shadows under his eyes looked deeper than before. His hands shook slightly, even though he didn’t feel the cold.The wind whispered across the dunes, thin and dry. It sounded almost like a voice. He rubbed his temples. “System, run a scan. Something feels off.” [Internal reading: unstable Qi flow. External environment: quiet. No hostiles detected.] He gave a weak laugh. “Quiet? I can’t even hear myself think.” [Clarify complaint.] “Never mind.” He leaned back against a metal crate, staring at the sky. The stars looked sharp, almost too bright, like shards of glass pressed into the black. Every time he blinked, his vision flickered white, remnants of the energy burns that still hadn’t healed. It had been two days since he tested his limits. Two days since his hair turned white
Chapter 19. Phantom Voices
The storm had passed, leaving the desert in ruins. Rick walked through the scorched wasteland, his boots sinking into blackened sand. Every few steps, the earth still crackled with faint static. The air smelled of metal and burned air, thick enough to sting his throat. He didn’t know how long he had been walking. The sun hung pale and distant, the sky a dull gray. His white-streaked hair clung to his face, damp with sweat. The golden glow beneath his skin had dimmed.Though sometimes, when he blinked, he saw sparks in the corner of his vision, like dying stars trying to stay alive. The wind was quiet. Too quiet, then a voice broke the silence. “Rick.”He froze. His head snapped up. The desert stretched empty in every direction. He whispered, “System, confirm source.” [No external sound detected.] He turned slowly, eyes scanning the horizon. “Don’t lie to me. I heard it.” [Audio interference: internal origin probable.] He frowned. “Internal? You mean I’m hearing things?”
Chapter 20. Mirage of Evelyn
The desert was endless again. Pale light crept across the dunes as dawn bled slowly into the sky. Rick walked alone, his boots cutting soft trails through the sand. His clothes hung in tatters, coated in dust. His hair, half white, half black, fluttered in the wind. He had not slept for days. He did not need to, but his mind screamed for rest. The whispers were quieter now, but they never truly stopped. Yuren’s voice had faded into echoes. Only Evelyn remained. He stared at the horizon, where the faint outline of the black dome still shimmered like a mirage. The closer he got, the farther it seemed to drift away. “System,” he muttered, voice rough. “Distance to target?” [Coordinates shifting. Optical distortion detected.] “Shifting?” [Affirmative. Visual illusion probable.] Rick laughed softly, the sound dry as sand. “A mirage.” [Or a defense mechanism.] He looked down at his trembling hands. The glow beneath his skin was faint now, a heartbeat slowing down. He whispe
Chapter 21. The Mirror Storm
The desert screamed. The sky turned the color of ash, and wind ripped across the dunes with a sound like a thousand whispers. Rick pressed himself against the canyon wall, shielding his face from flying sand. The storm had come out of nowhere.A wall of gold and red, alive with static. The System’s faint voice buzzed in his ear like a dying spark. [Warning: atmospheric instability critical.] “Yeah, no kidding,” Rick muttered, coughing as sand bit at his lips. He looked for shelter, a hollow cut into the rock face nearby, dark and narrow. He stumbled toward it, half blind, dragging his pack behind him. The moment he stepped inside, the wind’s howl dulled to a deep, rhythmic hum. It wasn’t silence. It was a heartbeat, the storm’s heartbeat. Rick leaned against the stone, breathing hard. “System,” he said quietly, “record this. I want every detail.” [Recording active.] Lightning flared outside the canyon mouth, painting the walls white. For a heartbeat, Rick saw his reflect
Chapter 22. Choice to Remember
The sun was rising again when Rick opened his eyes. The storm had passed completely, leaving the desert strangely quiet, too quiet. The dunes were smooth as water, shining faintly in the pale light. Rick sat up slowly, brushing sand off his torn clothes. His body ached from the night before. The glow beneath his skin pulsed faintly, calm for once. He looked around, scanning the endless horizon. “System,” he said softly, “status report.” [Physical stability: moderate. Mental coherence: 68%.] He smiled weakly. “Sixty-eight. That’s the highest it’s been since I woke up in this nightmare.” [Observation: emotional tone improving.] Rick laughed quietly, shaking his head. “That’s one way to put it.” He stood and began walking toward the east, following the faint trail of energy he could feel deep beneath the sand. Every few steps, the wind whispered, not in words this time, but in rhythm, like breathing. He didn’t know how far he walked before the first voice returned. "Rick
Chapter 23. The Temple Beneath
The sky burned gold at dawn as Rick approached the ruins. The black dome he had chased across the desert for days was finally close enough to touch the horizon. From afar, it looked lifeless, a mountain of metal half-swallowed by sand. But as he drew nearer, the air began to hum, deep, rhythmic, almost like a heartbeat. The ground changed too. The soft dunes turned to solid stone streaked with strange symbols. His boots scraped against surfaces that shimmered faintly beneath the dust. Rick stopped and stared. “System,” he whispered, “are you seeing this?” [Affirmative. Reading high levels of residual Qi energy. Structure integrity: 27%.] He knelt, brushing sand off one of the symbols. The carvings weren’t random. They looked like veins, running through the stone, pulsing faintly with light. “This isn’t just a ruin,” he said quietly. “It’s alive.” [Clarify statement.] Rick smiled faintly. “You don’t feel it, do you? The pulse. The same rhythm as you.” [Observation: env
Chapter 24. Forgotten Machines
The air inside the Ward of Rebirth was thick and heavy, like the breath of something ancient. Rick stepped forward carefully, each footfall echoing against the metal floor. The light from his crystal flickered across walls lined with dust and age, revealing the shapes of machines, hundreds of them, buried under time. Some were broken beyond recognition, their parts fused to the floor. Others stood upright, silent but intact, their glass panels clouded with centuries of sand. He exhaled slowly. “System,” he whispered, “scan the chamber.” [Scanning,] [Results: numerous inactive medical devices. Core crystals dormant. Energy signature faint but present.] Rick looked around. “Medical devices? These don’t look like any hospital tech I’ve ever seen.” He walked closer to one of the machines. Its shape reminded him of a bed, but the surface was covered in strange runes, symbols burned into the metal. Above it hung a set of long, silver arms ending in needle-like points, each ca
Chapter 25. First Light of the Lab
The desert was silent except for the faint whisper of wind brushing against stone. The old temple loomed behind Rick, half buried, half alive, a graveyard of forgotten science.For days, he had scavenged the broken halls, searching for pieces that still worked. Bits of glass, crystal cores, rusted tools. Everything had a story. Everything had potential.Now, at the edge of the ruins, under a shallow overhang, a small fire flickered beside his newest creation. A lab.Not a real one, not the clean, white rooms he once worked in, but something raw, patched together from memory and desperation.Cables ran from ancient machines to scavenged power cells. Crystals pulsed faintly inside makeshift jars. A cracked lens from a forgotten scanner rested on a tripod made of welded scrap metal.Rick stood in the middle of it all, his face lit by the glow. His hands shook, not from weakness, but from excitement. “This will do,” he murmured. “For now.”[Environmental stability: 42%. Equipment integri
Chapter 26. The Diary of a Dead Man
The morning sun crawled over the dunes, painting the temple ruins in gold. Rick sat in silence, his back against a cracked pillar, staring at the horizon. His hands were covered in dust and dried blood, not from injury, but from work that refused to end.The small lab he had built now looked like a battlefield. Burned circuits, shattered vials, scattered notes. His last experiment had left the air thick with a metallic smell. The faint glow of the crystal heart still pulsed on the table, steady but cold.Rick hadn’t slept. He whispered, “System, time since last rest cycle.”[Seventy-one hours, twenty-four minutes.]He exhaled slowly. “I thought so.”His voice was rough, low. It was the voice of someone who had forgotten what comfort felt like.He stood and walked toward the stone slab he’d been using as a desk. Strange symbols, equations, and half-finished sketches covered its surface. In the corner sat an old recording shard, scavenged tech, half-dead but still functional. He touc