# 1727
Chapter 1727: Extracting Abilities
【Time until the Eastern Emperor Bell rings: 3 minutes】
Asylum of the Gods.
BOOM—!!
The brilliant holy sword light sliced across the earth, instantly annihilating the nurse dormitory and courtyard. Dust and debris danced through the divine realm, yet the patient building stood unwavering at the heart of the battlefield.
Within this hospital, it seemed only the building housing the wards and the director's office could not be destroyed. The other structures had been continuously destroyed, regenerated, and hastily repaired by the two gods' hands. In the rapidly shifting earth, Chaos's figure floated within endless darkness, squinting down at Michael below.
"Truly remarkable abilities... No wonder Gerald was willing to seal our entire heaven away, keeping you here as the sole Watcher."
Michael was shrouded within the Mortal Divine Realm, body covered in wounds, yet its golden burning pupils remained brilliant and piercing.
"But this is precisely what makes it interesting, isn't it?" Chaos's lips curved slightly upward. Its palm slowly rose, and in the next moment, its form transformed into that of a figure draped in a black cloak, the wide hood obscuring its features while the surrounding aura grew dark and profound, resembling an ancient mystic.
The transformation into Chaos's image caused Michael's brow to furrow even deeper. From this ancient mystic, it sensed an indescribable, lethal presence.
DONG!
From the void, a muffled knock echoed from behind Chaos.
The moment this sound transmitted, Michael's heart jolted violently, as if the sound had passed through endless space and time, striking directly at the core of its soul.
Meanwhile, the surrounding scenery shifted once more. Its body felt like虚无的飘零 in the boundless deep space, and a massive dark chamber twisted open from behind Chaos, directly engulfing them both.
From Asylum of the Gods to the dark chamber, Michael felt its connection to the outside world growing ever weaker. It was as though it had arrived in another plane of existence entirely.
And this also meant... transmitting information to the outside world would be immensely difficult.
DONG—!
The muffled knock rang out once more. Only then did Michael clearly perceive the source of the sound.
Behind Chaos, a massive coffin carved with countless twisted and sinister runes hovered eerily within the dark chamber. Low knocking sounds echoed from within, as if something was hidden inside, about to break free.
"Do you know what's inside this?"
The cloaked Chaos stood in the center of the dark chamber, its voice carrying a hint of mockery.
Michael gripped the golden holy sword, like the sole light within this stone chamber, its brow furrowed as it gazed at the massive coffin in silence.
DONG, DONG—!
Successive knocking sounds emerged from the coffin, and a inexplicable restlessness and discomfort suddenly surged into Michael's heart.
The Mortal Divine Realm beneath its feet shuddered violently, its light dimming somewhat. A chaotic, manic aura leaked from the seams of the coffin, frantically tearing gaps in the surface of the Mortal Divine Realm.
At the same time, the progress bar above its head suddenly shifted backward by one increment!
"Michael Treatment Progress: 99%"
DONG—DONG—DONG—DONG—
As time passed, the knocking within the coffin grew increasingly urgent, like someone frantically pounding against the coffin lid. Along with bursts of grating nail scraping and teeth-grinding chewing sounds, the evil, manic aura spread madly through the dark chamber!
"Michael Treatment Progress: 98%"
"Michael Treatment Progress: 95%"
"Michael Treatment Progress: 90%..."
"..."
As the Mortal Divine Realm shattered apart, the manic aura frantically burrowed into Michael's soul. The treatment progress bar above its head rapidly retreated, and pain flickered across those burning golden eyes.
"Well? Can your Mortal Divine Realm still hold out?" Chaos laughed lightly.
The face beneath the hood lifted slightly. Its eyes were as profound as an abyss. In the next moment, the knocking within the dark chamber ceased abruptly. The coffin lid slowly lifted from one corner...
Seeing what lay beneath the coffin, Michael's pupils constricted sharply!
Gray stars and nebulae floated within like specks of dust. Though tiny, Michael could clearly sense that they had once constituted a vast, boundless universe.
Within this universe, all celestial bodies lacked any trace of vitality. Their surfaces were covered in grotesque blood vessels and writhing tentacles. From a distance, they resembled countless floating dark red cells. These celestial bodies intertwined, appearing from afar like a grotesque, maniacal monster's face!
Within this coffin... was an entire contaminated universe?
"Surprised?" Seeing Michael's expression, Chaos's lips curved upward. "You should know, we came from beyond this world... And this thing is our previous spoils of war."
"You... contaminated an entire universe?" The Mortal Divine Realm around Michael continued to crumble. It gripped the massive sword tightly, shock flickering in its eyes.
"Who said it was only one?"
Chaos's smile grew ever more radiant. Its fingers lightly beckoned. A second, third, fourth... Within this endless dark chamber, three more identical black coffins emerged from the void!
Four coffins, four struggling faces, four manic, diseased universes... This was the past of the Cthulhu Mythos, and their proud medals of honor.
DONGDONGDONGDONGDONGDONG—
Urgent and chaotic knocking sounds rang from within all four coffins. Each strike hammered heavily into the depths of Michael's soul.
Its eyes convulsed violently!
"Michael Treatment Progress: 52%... 46%... 33%..."
"What do you... want to do?" Michael endured the mania and bloodlust deep within its soul, roaring as it spoke.
"I told you. To make you my patient, and then... seize your Mortal Divine Realm." Chaos spoke leisurely. "This hospital in Lin Qiye's hands can't possibly bring out its true potential. Only I, Nyarlathotep, can continuously manufacture mental patients, then cure them... thereby continuously seizing divine power.
Doctor Nya is its most suitable master."
As Chaos's words fell, the Mortal Divine Realm was completely devoured by darkness. Michael's consciousness continuously tore apart within the endless knocking, eventually falling into stillness, suspended motionlessly at the chamber's center like a corpse.
"Michael Treatment Progress: 0%"
Chaos's form slowly descended to the chamber floor. It casually draped on the white coat symbolizing the director's identity,取出黑框眼镜 from its pocket, and placed it on the bridge of its nose, looking like a gentle, intellectual Black scholar.
It walked before the hollow Michael and spoke with a smile:
"Now, consciousness returns."
TAP—!
As the finger snap sounded, the progress bar above Michael's head rose slightly by one increment.
"Michael Treatment Progress: 1%"
"Reward extraction conditions met. Beginning random extraction of Michael's divine abilities..."