blueteamnovel Chapter 181 The Virus Might Be Aware
Chapter 181 The Virus Might Be Aware
Linsley leaned back, considering his next move. An unknown viral outbreak hadn't been part of his previous experience in the Diviner World's last god simulation.
He'd died before he could encounter anything like it, leaving this aspect of the world as much of a mystery to him as it was to the Dominion. Even if they hadn't asked him to investigate, his curiosity was piqued.
The virus, with its eerie zombie-like characteristics, was no ordinary infection. It was far too familiar, almost scripted, as if plucked straight from the apocalyptic stories he knew.
'This isn't just some strange sickness. Something is definitely off,' he thought, feeling an unsettling twinge of anticipation as he scanned the coordinates provided in the document.
Fixing the location in his mind, he used his Real Fantasy gift to imagine himself standing at the facility, allowing the thought to take shape until reality itself shifted, and in an instant, he was there.
When he arrived, the high-security measures surrounding the building immediately stood out: guards were stationed at every entrance, their expressions grim as they scrutinized everyone who approached, prepared to act at the slightest sign of trouble.
Reinforced barriers fortified the perimeter, casting an ominous shadow that underscored the seriousness of the situation. It was clear this facility had been set up with strict isolation protocols, evident from the controlled entry points and the unbroken line of soldiers and medical staff standing watch.
As he stepped toward the entrance, Linsley could sense the tension in the air.
Soldiers stood stiffly at attention, their eyes shifting with silent unease, while the medical staff moved with hurried efficiency, their brisk steps and downcast gazes betraying their nerves.
The atmosphere was thick, not just with antiseptic but with an unspoken fear that seemed to permeate the facility.
He presented his badge at the first checkpoint, the guard's salute sharp but tinged with hesitation.
With each clearance, he passed through a line of verification points, each station carefully scrutinizing his identity and authority.
The aggression, the desperation, the mindless hunger—it was all as described in the document, but seeing it firsthand made it clear that this infection was no ordinary sickness.
Whatever had taken over these people, it was devouring their minds, stripping away reason and replacing it with an insatiable, primal urge.
As he observed the infected in their glass-enclosed cells, a voice broke his concentration.
Turning, he saw a man in a crisp lab coat approaching him, his face worn with the exhaustion of someone fighting an unseen war.
The man extended a hand in greeting, the quick glint of his ID badge marking him as Dr. Sylas Kerr, a high-ranking researcher overseeing the quarantine efforts.
"General Linsley," Dr. Kerr said, his tone formal but edged with relief. "I was told you'd be coming. I'm overseeing the containment here."
He glanced at the infected through the glass, the lines on his face deepening. "As you've probably seen, the situation isn't ordinary."
"No, it's far from it," Linsley replied, still watching one of the infected as they clawed at the glass. "The document mentioned that previous attempts to treat the virus had failed."
Dr. Kerr nodded, his expression darkening. "We've tried every Gift in our arsenal—healing, cleansing, even some advanced purification methods. Nothing has had a lasting effect. It's as if the virus adapts, almost like it's alive, and resists whatever we throw at it."
"Some of the healers even claimed to feel a... presence, something beyond just infection, almost sentient."
Linsley raised an eyebrow, the words confirming his suspicions. "So the virus might be aware, in a sense?"
"It's hard to say," Dr. Kerr replied, the frustration clear in his tone. "But it seems capable of resisting the Gifts. Our usual methods for eradicating pathogens simply don't work."
"There's something in its structure, some level of resilience we've never encountered. And as you can see," he gestured toward the glass, where another patient banged their fists with a ferocity that sent a dull thud reverberating through the room, "it drives them to act on a primal urge to spread the infection. We're at a complete loss."