If this continues, his accumulation of life energy will get faster and faster.
But the odds are the assimilation of his fate would hardly keep up.
Unless he gets hit by a rare, super-huge thunderstorm that only comes once a century.
"Huh."
He took a deep breath, and the intense pain in his mind gradually subsided.
As he advanced further on the path of evolution, his illnesses became increasingly severe. If he hadn't grown stronger physically, he would have succumbed to the pain and died in agony long ago.
It was truly strange.
As his life tier evolved, his illnesses got worse.
Yet, he wouldn't die.
Numb to it all.
He got up to brush his teeth and wash up, picked up the military-issue phone, and after some thought, dialed a number, "An Nan has already been delivered, you're sure you've meddled enough with it, right?"
