All Chapters of Ancient Medical Rising System: Rise Of The Forsaken Doctor: Chapter 31
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Chapter 27. The Test Subject
The morning began with silence. The kind that settled heavy over the ruins, pressing down on every stone, every breath.Rick stood near the archway of his lab, watching the horizon. The desert stretched endless, gold and gray beneath a pale sun. The wind carried faint echoes, but nothing living stirred.He rubbed at his tired eyes. “System, status report.”[Environmental stability: 35%. Power cells at 42%. User vitals: unstable but functional.]“Good enough,” he muttered. “We’re still alive.”He turned back toward his table. Notes were scattered across it, sketches of veins, cells, energy lines, glowing equations scratched into stone.The words he’d carved the night before glimmered faintly in the sunlight: “Healing and mutation share the same root.”He stared at it for a long moment. The truth still felt like a wound, then, movement. A faint sound outside. A groan. Rick froze, listening. “System, detect life signs.”[Scanning,][One life form detected. Human. Distance: thirty meters.
Chapter 28. The Iron Hymn
The wind carried voices that night. Not real ones, not human, just the echoes of metal and sand grinding together as if the desert itself were whispering.Rick sat near his fire, staring at the faint glow of his crystal. The flames flickered low, their light crawling across the walls of his ruined lab. His eyes were dark from sleepless nights. He whispered, “System, status check.”[User vitals: stable. Energy output: fluctuating. External interference detected.]Rick frowned. “Interference?”[Yes. Qi resonance spreading beyond expected range. Estimated radius: five kilometers.]He blinked slowly. “That’s impossible.”[Data confirmed. Your energy frequency is broadcasting passively.]Rick leaned forward, pressing his palms together. “So they can feel me out there.”[Affirmative. Readings indicate increasing activity within perimeter.]He stood and looked toward the dunes, their crests glowing faintly under the moonlight. “Then I’m not alone anymore.”By morning, he wasn’t. The sound r
Chapter 29. The Labyrinth Below
The storm had passed, but the world hadn’t gone quiet. Beneath the dunes, the temple hummed, faint and rhythmic, like a giant heart beating under layers of stone and dust.Rick stood at the edge of a dark stairwell he had never noticed before. The storm had shifted the sands, uncovering a circular platform in the temple’s floor. At its center was a symbol he recognized: two spirals crossing, the same mark etched into his veins. He crouched, brushing dust away. The symbol glowed faintly under his touch.[Energy resonance detected. Unknown depth below surface.]Rick looked into the darkness. “How deep?”[Unable to calculate. Signal interference increasing with distance.]He smiled faintly. “Perfect.”He pulled a torch crystal from his belt and activated it. Pale white light filled the stairwell, revealing a spiral path winding downward into the unknown.He whispered to himself, “If the temple above was built for healing, what’s buried down here?”[Possible substructure: containment lev
Chapter 30. The Birth of the Doctrine
The temple was quiet again. Too quiet. The screams from the awakened had faded days ago, leaving behind an echo that clung to the air like smoke. Rick sat alone in the lower chamber, surrounded by his makeshift equipment and piles of cracked stone tablets. The faint golden light from the Rebirth Core pulsed behind him, soft, rhythmic, alive. He hadn’t slept much since that day. He couldn’t.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the faces of those who had awakened in pain, the ones he couldn’t save.But tonight, something was different. The air itself seemed to hum with thought. Rick leaned over one of the old tablets, squinting at the markings carved into its surface. The language had long since blended with System script, forming strange patterns of energy and meaning. He whispered, “System, translate line twelve again.”[Translation: “Decay is the breath between creation and renewal.”]He frowned. “Decay, not death.”[Clarification: linguistic root indicates transformation, not t
Chapter 31. The Desert Girl
The desert shimmered under the afternoon sun, a sea of gold and silence. Rick’s boots sank into the burning sand as he ran toward the figure in the distance. The heat rippled the air, turning everything into mirages. For a moment, he thought the body might disappear like so many before it, but as he drew closer, he saw movement, faint, fragile.She was real. A girl, no older than sixteen, lay half-buried in the sand. Her skin was cracked and sunburned, lips bleeding. Her breathing came in tiny, broken gasps. Rick dropped to his knees beside her. “Hey. Hey, can you hear me?”No response. He brushed sand off her face. Her hair was dark, tangled with dust, and her clothes were torn, the kind scavengers wore when traveling the wastelands. Around her neck hung a small metal tag etched with faded letters: “Luna Mori.”“Luna,” he said softly, testing the name. “You’re alive. Barely.”[Life signs: critical. Radiation exposure at terminal threshold.]The System’s voice was calm, clinical. R
Chapter 32. The First Patient Lives
Luna woke to darkness. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps. Her body felt heavy and strange, as if it didn’t belong to her anymore. For a moment she didn’t know where she was, or why the air smelled like old stone and metal and something warm and humming beneath the floor. Then she heard footsteps. Soft, slow, approaching. Her eyes flew open. A tall figure stood near her, half-lit by the golden glow pulsing from the temple walls. Pale hair, sharp eyes, a strange light tracing faint lines under his skin. She choked on fear. “D-Don’t touch me!”Rick froze instantly, hands half-raised in the air. “Easy,” he said gently. “You’re safe. You’re not in danger.”Luna pushed herself backward on the metal table, but her weakened limbs shook too hard. She winced, panting hard. “Stay away! W-Who are you?!”Rick kept his distance. He lowered himself to a crouch so he looked smaller, less threatening. “My name is Rick,” he said softly. “You collapsed outside. I brought you in. You were dying
Chapter 33. The Teacher’s Regret
Luna woke to the smell of warm broth and metal. Rick sat a few feet away, stirring a small pot over a low crystal burner. The pale gold light from the Rebirth Core reflected off his skin, making him look half-human, half-something else.Luna pushed herself up slowly, still weak. Rick turned. “Careful. Your body isn’t fully stable yet.”She blinked sleepily. “You’re still here.”“I told you I wouldn’t leave,” Rick said.Luna hugged her knees. “I thought, maybe I dreamed yesterday.”He gave a small smile. “Do you dream of ancient ruins and glowing veins often?”“Not really.” She glanced at him. “Sometimes I dream of falling.”Rick stirred the pot again. “Most people do. Bodies remember danger even after the mind forgets.”Luna watched him with quiet curiosity. Something about the way he moved was gentle. Like someone trying to avoid breaking fragile things.“Doctor Rick?” she said softly.He froze, almost embarrassed. “You don’t have to call me that,” he muttered.“But you are one,” Lu
Chapter 34. Shadows of the Old World
Luna wandered the temple halls while Rick was gone. He had told her to stay in the main chamber, but the air felt too still, too heavy. Her body was stronger today, her steps steadier. The golden glow under her skin pulsed softly as she walked, like a faint heartbeat that didn’t belong to her.“Just a quick look,” she whispered. “Nothing dangerous.”The temple corridors stretched out in long lines of stone and dust, lit by the soft hum of ancient crystal veins embedded in the walls. Strange symbols glowed faintly, spirals, double lines, and patterns like flowing rivers.Luna touched one. It warmed under her fingers. “Was this place really a hospital?” she muttered. “Or a tomb?”Her foot nudged something half-buried under the sand. She crouched and brushed it off.A shard of glass. Smooth. Curved. She frowned. “A screen?”There were more. Broken machines, scattered panels, strange metal rods. She followed the trail deeper into the hall.At the end of the corridor, a door stood half-o
Chapter 35. Lessons in Blood
Morning in the temple felt different now. The golden light of the Rebirth Core pulsed softly through the stone halls, warmer than before. Or maybe it only felt warmer because Luna was awake, alive, and exploring again. Rick watched her from a distance as she traced her fingers along the carved walls. She seemed stronger today, steadier on her feet. The glow under her skin had faded slightly, but it still pulsed like a second heartbeat.“I’m ready,” Luna announced suddenly.Rick turned. “Ready for what?”“For training,” she said proudly. “You said you’d teach me.”Rick sighed. He knew this moment was coming, but he had hoped for more time. “You’re still recovering,” he said.“I’m fine,” Luna insisted. “I walked the whole hall by myself.”“And nearly fell twice,” Rick said.She cleared her throat. “That was the floor’s fault.”Rick rubbed his forehead. “Luna.”“You promised,” she said, folding her arms. “If you don’t teach me properly, how am I supposed to control this?”She lifted h
Chapter 36. The Scavenger’s Threat
Night fell over the buried temple like a heavy blanket. The desert grew silent, almost too silent.And the wind carried a faint metallic taste, dust mixed with danger. Rick stepped out from the ruins and scanned the horizon. Luna followed close behind, rubbing her arms against the cold. “Rick,” she whispered, “what did the System mean by surface disturbance?”Rick didn’t answer right away. He listened, waited. Then he heard it.Distant footsteps. Many. Soft at first, then growing louder. Crunching over sand. Luna stiffened. “People?”“Bandits,” Rick murmured. “The ones who attacked before. They’ve found us again.”Luna’s throat tightened. “Are they here for the temple?”“No,” Rick said. “They’re here for me.”Luna stepped closer to him. “What do we do?”Rick placed a hand on her shoulder. “You hide.”“No,” Luna protested. “I can fight. You trained me.”Rick shook his head sharply. “Breathing is not fighting. You are not ready.”“But,”“No.” His voice cracked like a whip. “You hide. N