Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
Danial groaned in pain, his teeth clenched as the curse spread further up his arm.
“Bring me a Class-S antibiotic, now!” Gloria ordered her nurse, who quickly returned with a syringe filled with a shimmering blue liquid.
“No!” Danial gasped, his voice hoarse. “Don’t… it’ll only make it worse.”
Ignoring his protests, Gloria injected the antibiotic into his arm. For a brief moment, the curse seemed to falter, its spread halting. Gloria exhaled in relief, but her relief was short-lived.
The black tendrils surged forward with renewed vigor, climbing to Danial’s elbow in seconds. Gloria’s eyes widened in shock. “This… this isn’t normal.”