Supreme System: Ascension of A Sovereign

Mass Treatment

Knock! Knock!!

A soft, rhythmic knock echoed against Ming's door, but silence hung in the air, like a held breath. A faint, muted thud resonated from the other side, hinting at an accidental drop of something.

"Your delivery, Lady Ming," a deep, masculine voice rumbled from the far side of the door. The sound of retreating footsteps slowly drifted away, fading into the distance.

Ming let out a slow, steady breath, her lithe frame rising from the embrace of the oversized bed that seemed to swallow her. The room enveloped her in grandeur, a testament to the exquisite taste that was uniquely hers. It was evident that the craftsmen had labored to turn it into the haven it had become.

Yet, in this symphony of opulence, there was a jarring note. Ming, usually a vision of radiant health, bore an unsettling change. Her once porcelain skin had been tainted, transformed into a deeper, unsettling shade of green. The insidious poison's tendrils had insinuated themselves into her body, a grim test