Chapter 90: Do You Like Me

"Serika?"

Murphy called out, but Serika didn't respond, and her pulse and breathing were extremely weak.

This time, without removing her clothes, Murphy could see the black-gray aura had climbed up her face and was still spreading towards her head, as if something was going to engulf her entire body.

At the same time, Murphy noticed the diary Serika had been clutching.

Flipping through it quickly, he roughly understood.

Serika found the spell of the Seed of the Mind and used it to destroy the Seed of the Mind that sustained Joachim's existence, causing him to dissipate.

But at the same time, her act of altering Joachim's Seed of the Mind also stirred up her own curse. This "parasite" might have sensed a threat, accelerating the spread of the plague and worsening Serika's condition.

Murphy tried giving her intravenous antibiotics, but they seemed to have little effect. Her own resistance had been too weakened, and relying solely on external medication was hardly effective.

She needed specialized T-cell therapy urgently.

But Murphy found he seemed to have no way to treat Serika.

On one hand, she was cursed and couldn't leave the village before the plague was treated.

On the other hand, to remove the curse without treating the plague in her body, the only way was to reverse the Seed of the Mind she was affected by.

But the diary made it clear that reversing the Seed of the Mind in a living person might directly destroy her brain.

Initially, Murphy had prepared enough materials to prepare specific T-cells. Now, those materials were destroyed.

So all paths were blocked; she couldn't possibly leave alive.

Murphy himself could leave; the diary recorded a way to break the barrier.

But breaking the barrier directly was not an option.

The Seed of the Mind fused with the plague was too dangerous. If the barrier was broken and the plague spread, turning everyone into zombies, Murphy, the CEO of Umbrella Corporation, would truly live up to his name.

Before breaking the barrier, the terrible plague must be eradicated.

This meant burning all the zombies, even the entire village, and then using the Seed of the Mind spell on the remaining ghosts to destroy their spirits and completely eliminate the hidden dangers.

And Serika, too, her plague needed to be addressed – either completely cured or also burned.

Murphy hesitated for a moment, then teleported to where he had left his briefcase, gathered his belongings, and sent out a few paper cranes, informing Alex to immediately prepare antibody beads for T-cell production.

He set an alarm spell at the agreed exchange point. As soon as Alex brought the materials, he would know.

But this wait took half an hour, and the materials hadn't arrived, but Serika woke up first. Her complexion was increasingly pale, her body frighteningly hot, seemingly on the brink of death, but her spirit seemed unusually good.

Seeing Murphy pacing in the room, she called out, "Mr. Murphy."

"You're awake? How do you feel?"

"A bit tired," Serika gasped, "My chest feels tight, I have no strength, and I'm a bit cold."

Murphy thought for a moment, took a blanket from his briefcase, and draped it over her, comforting her, "I gave you a few injections; you should be better soon."

But Serika smiled weakly, "Mr. Murphy, you're lying again."

"This time, I'm not lying to you, as long as..." Murphy started, then saw her expression and paused, "It's my fault, I didn't consider everything. I didn't expect the materials to be destroyed."

Serika shook her head, "I'm happy you came to save me."

Saying this, as if remembering something, she handed over the diary she had been clutching, "I found Joachim's diary; it records a way to break the barrier. Mr. Murphy, you can leave now."

Murphy looked at her for a long while before taking the diary, but instead of opening it, he asked, "Serika, do you like me?"

Serika was shocked, her face quickly flushed red. Already feverish, she almost fainted, but finally, she dared to glance at Murphy's face, "Why, why do you ask that?"

Murphy didn't speak.

Serika struggled for a while before stammering, "Yes, a little, not very much. Just a bit. I just feel that Mr. Murphy is different from others."

"Hmm." Murphy didn't deny her words nor seemed particularly happy, but fortunately, he didn't seem embarrassed either.

Serika quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then involuntarily felt a sense of loss.

This should be considered a rejection, right?

"I'm actually not that great. I'm just an ordinary person, not as strong or good as you think. What you've seen is just a coincidence of chance. I just happened to encounter that almost impossible probability."

What Murphy meant was his transmigration.

He remembered the dream from before. If he hadn't transmigrated, that dream would have been his real life.

In the end, he was just one of many, not particularly smart or strong.

"You can just reject me directly; there's no need to belittle yourself," Serika said, seemingly a bit upset, "That makes me feel even worse."

Murphy looked helpless and asked again, "Then what about me do you like?"

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