Douluo Continent: God Descends

Chapter 37 Lu Xingchen's Blood

Looking at the contents written in '0-01', Lu Xingchen frowned.

He hadn't expected the situation to become this complicated. No wonder he saw Cocolia's haggard face when he first woke up; she was bearing so much pressure all by herself.

He silently prayed in his heart, "Give me a way to lift the curse on the Arlene sisters."

'0-01': [...There's no way.]

Lu Xingchen frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

『0-01』: 'The reason the flesh bomb is a Level 2 sealed artifact lies in the cursed power within it. The explosion is merely a means of diffusion; the cursed power within is the true killing move, originating from the cursed power of the Chaos Sea. ]

Although the quantity is small, the level of the curse power is very high. With the Creator's current spiritual power, it is insufficient for me to rewrite this curse power.

[If a normal treatment is desired, it would require the intervention of a healing-type Limit Douluo skilled in dealing with curse power, or the use of rare and precious materials of the 100,000-year level to cleanse the curse completely.]

"A healing-type Limit Douluo? A rare treasure of the hundred-thousand-year level..."

Looking at the handwriting in the notebook, Lu Xingchen fell silent. Neither of these two things were something he could obtain at the moment.

Needless to say, the former is currently the strongest healing-type Soul Master on the Douluo Continent, the Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, who is only a Super Douluo.

Furthermore, rare and precious materials of the 100,000-year level are beyond his current accessibility.

It seems that '0-01' is unreliable.

Lu Xingchen closed the notebook, then picked up '0-02' and put it on his face, silently praying, "Give me a way to remove the curse from the Arlene sisters."

Although both "0-01" and "0-02" are omniscient sealed artifacts, their abilities have completely different focuses.

"0-01" excels at discerning the trajectory of fate and the essence of rules, leaning towards "macro-level control";

"0-02" specializes in knowledge analysis and ability imitation, and is better at "micro-level breakthroughs".

Perhaps, what "0-01" cannot solve, "0-02" can provide a different answer to.

A flash of light streaked across the silver lens, followed by a line of text that appeared instantly: "Great Omniscient and Omnipotent One, with your current abilities, there is only one way to break the curse."

"What method?"

[That would be to give your blood to those sisters. The power of the curse originates from the Chaos Sea, and the Chaos Sea resides within you. The two share the same source and are essentially interconnected.]

[You only need to draw your own blood, guide a wisp of primal power from the Chaos Sea into it with your mental strength, and then infuse this blood containing chaotic power into the sisters' bodies. This will allow you to neutralize and dissolve the curse within them through the suppression of primal power.]

The writing on the lens paused for a moment, as if sorting out the following information, before continuing to appear:

However, please note that this plan carries uncontrollable risks. The primordial level of the Chaos Sea far surpasses that of ordinary beings. When your blood enters their bodies, their bodily functions and martial spirit essence may be affected by the Chaos Sea, resulting in unpredictable mutations.

"Mutation?" Lu Xingchen frowned again, pressing for details, "What kind of mutation will occur?"

[It's unclear. It might grow horns, or even a tail, or other non-human physiological characteristics. It could even cause a fundamental mutation in the martial soul, causing it to deviate from the norm.]

In short, they may be semi-detached from the realm of "humanity." Please carefully weigh the pros and cons before making a decision.

"Blood?"

Lu Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, then made a decision in his heart. He picked up "0-01" again, opened the notebook again, and began to write the story.

……

In the corridor of Tianhai Hospital.

"What?! What do you mean by saying there's no blood reserve? How could such a big hospital not have spare blood bags?!"

A woman's voice, filled with suppressed anger and panic, suddenly broke the silence, like a thunderclap in the empty corridor.

Cocolia gripped the collar of the attending physician's white coat tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning blue from the force. Her eyes, which were originally bloodshot, were now wide open, filled with disbelief and despair on the verge of collapse.

The attending physician, whose collar was being grabbed, was around fifty years old, with graying temples and a weary expression on his face.

Faced with Cocolia's agitation, he showed no displeasure, but only sighed heavily, his voice filled with deep helplessness: "Ms. Cocolia, please calm down, I have not said a single falsehood."

"The orphanage previously sent seventeen patients, all infected with that strange curse. In order to slow down the curse's devouring of their life force, we tried all known treatment options, including blood transfusions."

"Blood transfusion therapy requires a large amount of fresh blood, and because the power of the curse contaminates the blood, each blood transfusion requires replacing nearly one-third of the patient's blood."

"In an effort to keep those patients alive, the hospital's blood reserves were almost completely depleted, but even so, those patients still did not survive."

The doctor's voice carried a hint of helplessness, "The blood bank only has a small amount of rare blood left, which is far from enough to support the subsequent treatment."

He paused here, glanced at Cocolia's pale face, hesitated for a moment, but still forced himself to continue:

"Ms. Cocolia, I know this is hard for you to accept, but I must tell you the truth—even if there is enough blood, a blood transfusion is only a temporary measure."

"The power of the curse is like a maggot clinging to the bone, having already penetrated deep into the patient's bone marrow and meridians. Even if the blood is replaced, the curse will still re-pollute the new blood in a short period of time."

"We've done our best." A hint of regret flashed in the doctor's eyes. "The hospital specially invited a light-attribute Soul Emperor and a healing-type Soul King to join forces in an attempt to dispel the curse with the power of purification."

But the curse's power was too bizarre; not only could it not be purified, it even devoured the soul's power. So far, the blood transfusion therapy could only prolong the patient's life by a few more hours in agony.

His words were like the sharpest knife, cutting into Cocolia's heart.

Cocolia staggered back a few steps, leaning against the cold wall, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She was well aware of the limitations of blood transfusion therapy. In recent days, she had watched children struggle in pain on their hospital beds, their skin gradually turning bluish-black, their breathing becoming weaker and weaker, until finally their hearts stopped beating.

Five children have already passed away. The remaining four, including Rosalia and Lilia, are also struggling on the verge of despair.

"I...I know..."

Cocolia's voice choked with sobs, and tears finally welled up and streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold ground. "But...but I can't abandon them! They're all my children, children I've watched grow up!"

Seeing her in pain, the doctor could only sigh silently, his eyes filled with sympathy but powerless to help.

Just then, a young yet unusually firm voice suddenly rang out at the end of the corridor, like a ray of light in the darkness, instantly attracting Cocolia and the doctor's attention: "Doctor, can you use my blood to give them a blood transfusion?"

Cocolia suddenly raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Lu Xingchen was standing at the corner of the corridor. His small figure looked particularly thin under the pale light, but it exuded an undeniable determination.

"Xingchen? What are you doing here? You just woke up and haven't recovered yet. Go back to your room and lie down!"

Cocolia quickly wiped away her tears and hurried to Lu Xingchen's side, wanting to help him back to his ward.

She didn't want her child to see her in such a disheveled state, and she didn't want him to be dragged into this desperate predicament.

Lu Xingchen gently pushed Cocolia's hand away, looked at her with a firm gaze, then turned to the attending physician and said, word by word:

"Cocolia's mom, I'm fine. The hospital doesn't have enough blood, so I'll donate mine. Even if it's just to let Rosalia and the others live a little longer, maybe things will turn around during that time?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a composure and decisiveness beyond his years.

Cocolia opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.

Looking at the resolute light in Lu Xingchen's eyes, she felt a mix of emotions—both relief and heartache. She knew how much courage it took for Lu Xingchen to make this decision.

The attending physician was also deeply moved by the determination in Lu Xingchen's eyes.

He has worked in the industry for decades and has witnessed countless partings and deaths, as well as many people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for their loved ones. But he has never seen a young person like Lu Xingchen who has such a sense of responsibility.

The doctor paused for a moment, looked at Lu Xingchen, and nodded solemnly: "Good, child, I admire your courage. However, blood matching is required before a transfusion. Only if the blood types match can a transfusion be performed."

"I'll take you to the lab now for blood type matching. If the blood types match, we'll arrange for blood collection and transfusion immediately."

"Thank you, doctor." Lu Xingchen nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face.

Cocolia watched the scene unfold before her, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She knew that Lu Xingchen's decision might be their only hope at the moment, however slim that hope might be.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her worry, and gently held his hand: "Xingchen, no matter the outcome, Mom will support you. But you must promise Mom that you will take good care of yourself and not force yourself."

"Don't worry, Cocolia's mom, I will." Lu Xingchen squeezed Cocolia's hand back, feeling the warmth from her palm, and his resolve strengthened.

The blood collection process went very smoothly. After examination, it was found that Lu Xingchen's blood type was the rare type O, making him a universal blood donor.

So, under the doctor's arrangement, he quickly arrived at the intensive care unit and met Rosalia and Lilia.