The Plague Doctor continued to shout. He was indeed chasing answers, but upon realizing the nature of the answer, he still felt absurd and terrified.
Summoning courage is not an easy task.
The Plague Doctor was willing to die for the truth, but he didn't want to become such a twisted monster, even though, from the perspective of natural sciences, it was a far superior and magnificent existence compared to humanity.
But the Plague Doctor... the Plague Doctor couldn't help but feel a trace of reluctance.
The pursuit of truth conflicted with the only humanity he had left, tangled and struggling.
If he were to easily deny everything about himself and transform into a greater existence...
The Plague Doctor pondered, his mind flashing with those yellowed notes, the ones he had entrusted to Selyu.
If he were to deny everything, then what meaning would all the efforts he had made, the knowledge he had recorded, and everything else have?
