The bitterness and fermented sourness are accompanied by a strange taste that hits my brain nerves, like mixing inferior coffee beans with lactic acid bacteria and cocoa.

"Gross..."

Even Planck, a strong-willed person, felt like his whole stomach was about to vomit after drinking this kind of thing, and a large amount of stomach acid swept up from his stomach, mixed with the liquid he had just drunk and the remaining food residues, and vomited on the ground.

The ground was white, black, purple, dense with tiny particles, and it was disgusting to look at the mixed beige liquid, and the air smelled extremely unpleasant, but even now that his stomach was empty, Planck was still vomiting violently.

He felt that his body was no longer his own, and his mind had stopped thinking, and he would only subconsciously order himself, "Vomit!!Vomit!!"

From a mixture of different colors to a mucus as thin as white rice porridge, and finally a blood-red liquid, Planck collapsed limply to the ground, bright red blood pouring from his mouth, knowing that his time was near.

It's just that the only thing that makes him nostalgic now is his own scientific research, and he hopes that someone can take these things out there, and then put his name on the list when they are announced, so that he can become a great explorer or scientist.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, his consciousness was getting heavier and heavier, he was like being sucked into the abyss, his body was spinning and sinking, and he knew that after this coma, he would never see the light again.

The world in his mind was getting darker and darker, and his tense body was completely loosened at this time, and there was no sound in the entire dungeon, which was quiet and crazy.

"Wake up, my child, and return to the arms of God!"

After a long silence in his consciousness, such a voice sounded in his mind again, and the sound was unpleasant and reminiscent of the sudden sound of a dry and rotting corpse.

A small blood-red ball appeared in Planck's dark consciousness, and at first, it was just an outline, like a red fluffy ball of bacteria, with the fluff on the surface fluttering.

Immediately after, the small red ball began to shatter, like the eggshell that was slowly pecked by the chick with its mouth, and the cracks began to appear, and a trace of golden light oozed from the subtle cracks.

One crack, two, three, countless cracks stood out, and this eggshell finally shattered with the efforts of the chick.

It's just that what appeared inside was not a cute yellow chicken, but a round of yellow sun, illuminating part of the dark consciousness, the golden light shone on Planck's body, he opened his eyes in the dark, and he felt that his whole body was full of power at the moment, and it couldn't be better.

He stood up in the dark, except for the sun shining on his body, there was still darkness around him, like the spotlight of the dark night stage only hitting him, and he was the person who watched on the stage.

He looked at the sun, the sun shining on his body warm and comfortable, like a spring breeze, although the world here is quiet and the world of vacuum, but he can hear the sound of the sun burning in the distance, just like dry wood meets fire, the fire envelops dry firewood, dry wood caters to the fire, burning fiercely.

"Burn... Burn..."

Planck longed for more sunlight, and he murmured to the shining sun, "Burn violently!

Gradually, from the sun, a bald phantus slowly appeared, with only a fig leaf on his body, and the strong muscles under his bronzed skin reminded him of the men of Sparta, his face painted with mystical symbols that looked as terrifying as the ancient exorcist wizards and warlocks.

A scepter made of rotten wood was held in his hand, and a golden gem on the scepter shone brightly, leaving a powdery golden glow everywhere it passed.

He walked slowly towards him, and Planck paused, could he really be "channeled" through the Death Bottle and the ancient ancestors of the Maya?

The man's fat lips made a sound, the same as the one that had always been in Planck's head, hoarse and unpleasant, like a tiresome crow, eager to shut him up.

"My child, welcome the grace of my god Apollo, the golden sun will illuminate your dark life, illuminate your path, my god will give you eternal life and great power, come! return to the arms of God, and believe in the omnipotent sun god Apollo!"

The man's words sounded like those priests in the church who were holding the Bible and singing the praises of Jesus from the pulpit, with a beautiful praise and praise for God in their voices, and the believers below listened to it with their hands together in prayer.

Planck used to disdain to go to such services, his grandmother loved it, and he often admonished himself to fear the gods, and Planck used to worship as a child to make up for the past, and when everyone was reading the Bible, he was humming a little song, and everyone was over, and he was finished.

Because he knew that the priests standing in front of the stage were just people who worked for people, and they couldn't fight with God, and they were not the same before and after people, and such people were actually dressed in noble clothes, holding the Bible in their hands, and saying "Amen!" under the statue of God.

But now, even if the man in front of him was only wearing a fig leaf, probably because of the golden sun behind him, Planck could feel a hint of the divine smell in him, which was very different from those beautifully dressed priests.

"Eternal life and strength, child, return to the arms of God!"

The man held out a hand to Planck, who had the sun burning in his eyes, and he wanted to say to the man, "Get out, you damned barbarian, it's a heinous sin to pretend to be a god!"

But he did feel the call of God in this man, oh no, the call of strength and eternal life.

He slowly stretched out his hand to the man, and when Planck's hand was placed on the man's hand, he was like an electric shock, his arm suddenly went numb, and the current penetrated into his body, and then he could feel his limbs and his whole body burning, his blood was boiling, and his tendons and nerves seemed to be broken one by one.

"Ahhh......h

The sharp pain for no apparent reason made Planck withdraw his hand, he was now in a state of burning blood all over his body, his body was shaking uncontrollably, watching his hands tremble, Planck looked at this damn man with a look of regret, this man was simply a god.

On the contrary, the man looked at Planck with a little satisfaction, like a teacher looking at the students he had educated, touching his head and saying, "Well done, Planck, I'm so proud of you!"

Planck felt his body burn to ashes, he awoke from the darkness and perished in the light of the sun, he still couldn't escape death, but the pain of coming back from the dead and dying again made him afraid.

His body was like being penetrated back and forth by thousands of fine needles, and the bones on his body seemed to be unloaded alive one by one, he was finally overwhelmed, and fell to the ground, gasping for air, even if he was in pain, he did not faint, at this time, he longed to faint, even if he died, so that he would not have to endure the pain of burning like a thousand knives.

"You are being born again, child, my god will give you great power and eternal life, his light and power will penetrate into your blood and body, you are a member of the gods, I am the messenger of the gods, we work for the gods together!" the man said passionately, holding his scepter.

Planck gave him a resentful look, now his heart was furious, if he had the strength, he would definitely kill this man in the first place, his eyes were red, the veins in his arms began to change color, blue and purple, and he heard the sound of flesh mutation.

"This—" Planck's little eyes widened at this time, and he couldn't believe that his body could become like this.

"No... Don't!" Planck shouted, according to the academy, he is changing towards an Inhuman, and once he becomes an Inhuman, it will be difficult to change back to his original form, and he will become extremely murderous, and he will be eradicated if he discovers.

"Why should you resist this power, my child, because we Maya have such a glorious civilization with the help of God, and why do you want to turn it away?" asked the oracle, somewhat puzzled, his eyes narrowing as he watched Planck struggle.

Planck clenched his left hand with his right hand, watching the purple veins spread towards his body like a small snake, he tried his best to stop this, but his veins had completely changed at this moment, and no matter what he did, it was in vain.

"Stay where you are supposed to be, and protect us Mayans from foreign invasion!" the oracle sprinkled some light powder on Planck's hand, and his body and the sun disappeared into the darkness.

"No!"

Planck shouted loudly in the darkness, and then his consciousness returned to his body, and he slammed up from the ground, looking at his blue and purple mutated hands, and wept bitterly.

Boom......

His hand hammered into the pillar where the vial was kept, and the pillar was shattered. Planck looked at his hands, his mood was complicated, he could still be conscious now, but he was affected by the abilities in his body, and his consciousness would be constantly eroded, and finally he would lose his mind.

He sat down on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the huge statue, the statue was still the same hideous appearance, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, and with a casual grab, the flames from the ground were sucked into his hands, compressed into a whirlpool, and blasted towards the statue.

Rumble......

The statue was shaken by the explosion, a large amount of rubble fell off, and the entire dungeon shook.

Planck felt like he was getting more and more violent now, he wanted to smash things, he wanted to kill, he did gain some power, but his mind was lost a lot by this power.

"No, I've got to settle down and stay sane!" Planck took a deep breath, the more furious he became, the faster he found himself being corrupted by the ability, and now he had to stay here, maybe someone would come here and find out that he might be able to bring him back.

Definitely, the academy's rescue team will definitely come here soon to take him away, and he will be rescued by the academy at that time, and then publish his experience that shocked the world this time and write immortal poems.

He sat down cross-legged, he had to wait, he had to wait, he couldn't die here.