Ning stopped scratching his thigh. "Wait what?" he exclaimed as he looked down at himself.
He had been scratching himself all this time but hadn't noticed why. He thought it was something normal that he was doing, but it turned out that he was not.
"Wait, the virus is trying to affect my body too? Is that why it's so damn itchy?" Ning asked.
"I'm not in any danger, right? Like that poison that destroyed my body?" "It's fine, I'll survive," Ning said and had to consciously stop himself from scratching again. He zoomed his vision onto his skin and saw his skin wriggle as the virus destroyed it, and it regenerated back.
