Chapter 331: The City of Infiltration

The paper was crumpled, and many parts had been contaminated by the gray-black "mud," making the writing blurry and missing in some areas. Despite that, after Morris's careful handling, many words on it were restored to a barely legible state—

"Brown Scott" had recorded the bizarre changes happening to him during the last lucid stage of his consciousness:

"…Around four in the morning, twelve hours since I locked the door, the increasing tinnitus and bouts of vertigo severely affected my mobility. I could only write something when my condition was slightly better. It seemed there was bleeding under my skin, seeing inexplicable bruises…

"At six-thirty, my organs felt as though they were churning— as if the structures inside my body had lost their order, wandering with a mind of their own, and I felt no pain, even the dizziness had lessened considerably… Fear began to recede, clearer memories emerged in my mind…