After the group left, Gu Jun had the nurse leave the room to rest. He switched off the lights and the room became quiet again.
He closed his eyes. Even though he needed more rest, he did not feel like sleeping.
Wu Shiyu's face appeared before his eyes again. He smiled. 'Dirty-minded Yu, the past few months must have been hard. Thank you, eat more during the banquet …'
He knew that a secret welcome banquet awaited the Zoogs. He had been worrying too much this time. This large rat was not as simple as an abnormal creature. The higher-ups would not lock it up for research, at most they would collect some of its hair and saliva for inspection and research.
Lucky was a VIP here. As long as his request was not too outrageous, he would be satisfied. This was because it was important for humanity to have a cooperative relationship with the Zoogs.
As for what the 'generous reward' was, he would have to think about it when he felt better …
When Gu Jun thought about these things, his head started to ache. But based on the severity of his injuries, this was already considered light.
He had already heard about how he was rescued by everyone.
'They even used ECMO, I guess I was lucky to be alive … '
He also knew that there was a piece of PEEK skull on the right side of his forehead. He slowly reached out and touched it. He had looked in the mirror just now, and there seemed to be no difference. However, when he thought about it this way, it seemed that his head was indeed a little different.
Actually, if he had the choice, he would probably choose the titanium skull because metal looked better … and it suited his iron-headed personality.
After making this self-deprecating gesture, Gu Jun felt his arms go limp, his heart stuffy and his head dizzy.
'My physical condition is really bad, worse than when I was the nightmare man, but this time is different … '
Gu Jun tried to look at the system in his mind but the moment he did, the pain intensified. He could feel the spot where the system used to be had turned into a ball of broken chaos …
'The system is broken. ' He understood the situation. 'This power was almost exhausted when it fought against the power of the Son of Misfortune. Then it dissipated.'
In this dangerous world, even the system could die.
He could not see his physical indicators and mental corruption status. There was no mission list, and there were no letters and other documents that he had received in the past.
The great help that had helped him along the way was gone.
However, this system power was created by the Son of Steel to deal with the Son of Misfortune. The two were closely related. It was because most of the disasters he had experienced were related to the believers of R'yleh that the system was able to provide him with such assistance. If it had nothing to do with the Son of Misfortune, then it would be slightly weaker.
Now, he could sense that the dark energy at the bottom of his heart had also shattered, and the chaos had disappeared …
The shadow of the Son of Misfortune had faded from this world, and Afterlife Cult had been destroyed, at least temporarily.
At that time, all the black and red robed men sacrificed themselves to Dagon. The Son of Misfortune did not descend, so they could not be revived.
Dad, Mom, the Seagull … all gone with the wind.
Thinking of this, Gu Jun had mixed feelings, and his head hurt even more … After all, he had just woken up, and he didn't want to faint again. He needed to rest first.
But … the system power did not appear to have completely dissipated, there was still a bit left, and that was that ball of chaos. Therefore, his Hands of Dexterity and Heart of Ferocity were still there, and he even had a special connection with the Zoog Lucky.
He had no idea whether it would recover in the future, but for now, he could not care less.
He slowly turned around to calm himself down. He sank into the fatigue and slowly drifted off to sleep.
However, Gu Jun did not sleep well. It was as if he was subconsciously afraid that he would never wake up again. After a short nap, he would wake up again and again. He had no idea how long he had been asleep. After a few times of falling asleep, he opened his eyes to look at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read that it was 2 am on the 1st of January.
2022, it was a new year.
After 8 hours of sleep, Gu Jun felt more refreshed. After he failed to continue his sleep, he was reminded of something else.
The sweet dream projection of the Pnakotic Manuscripts given by the Great Atal did not belong to the system, he wanted to see if there was anything else in his mind …
The blurry ancient scroll was still there, but when he tried to open it, his head throbbed with pain and the scroll felt like it was going to crumble at any moment.
After struggling for a while, he exhaled and stopped. Now was not the time to blindly show off.
"Time to go back to sleep …" Gu Jun turned around but the faces of Tian Yi and Xue Ba flashed across his mind. Some of the news that he had received earlier flooded his mind.
Ever since the battle at Isla Salas y Gomez, the world had been at peace for the past 3 months.
The legionella pneumonia had been eradicated. There was no vaccine but there were no new cases either. The quarantine around the world had been lifted and reconstruction was under way.
The Mutated Scale Disease had been eradicated as well. This news had not been announced to the public yet. The various countries were preparing to issue a joint statement and they were still discussing the content.
Due to the tragic sacrifice on the island and the experiences brought back by the personnel of various countries, the attitude of various countries toward global security and supernatural forces had changed. They became more proactive and sincere when it came to cooperation. Therefore, the establishment of GOA and WMO was pushed forward.
Currently, Isla Salas y Gomez was being studied by the joint fleet but they could not find the abnormal space channel nor did anything unusual happen.
When he contacted Tong Ye earlier, Gu Jun warned, "Keep an eye on them … but do not do anything, we humans temporarily do not have the power to deal with Dagon …"
Dagon was Dagon, the Deep Ones were Deep Ones, the latter were just believers.
Humanity should not provoke Dagon or else they would be digging their own graves.
Elder Tong shared the same opinion. Phecda was leaning towards this idea as well, but it was difficult for the world to reach a consensus every time.
"Ah Jun, we'll deal with these problems, you should rest well." At the time, Tong Ye said, "Your health is too important to us and to the world."
In the past 2 years, the ones who had surfaced were mainly the Afterlife Cult and R'yleh Cult. After the 2 recent wars, most of them had died or gone into hiding, they would not show themselves for the time being. However, there were other undercurrents, such as the Yellow Brotherhood. They knew very little about this organization …
Gu Jun hoped but he did not believe that the world would remain peaceful forever.
However, he had a feeling that he would not be able to recover in a short period of time.
As he thought about it, the headache started again. There was a swelling sensation at his temples and he could feel the PEEK skull growing heavier.
"I should go to sleep and rest. Tomorrow … no, today, I'll start the rehabilitation exercise and recover as soon as possible …"
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