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9、Blood Island ...
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The moment the livestream interface flickered to life, the comments exploded across the screen.
[Side Mission: Blood Island]
[Difficulty Rating: D (High Contamination Level)]
[Players: Gu Qingchen (Doctor, Rank D) / Xiao Jingyan (Newcomer, Rank E)]
— Comments —
Blood Island? The old graveyard for rookies.
Let’s see how long they last.
The new guy’s got a good build—military type. Hope we get a close-up when the corpse tide starts.
The camera shifted to a bird’s-eye view: a pale island floated silently in a sea of white fog.
Waves lapped against its edges, dragging up shredded human remains that bobbed on the surface like discarded toys.
The island was breathing.
The air reeked of salt and iron.
Gu Qingchen stepped ashore first. Something cracked beneath his shoe.
He looked down.
A human finger bone.
“Not sand,” Xiao murmured.
Gu raised his head, voice flat, almost indifferent.
“The whole island is made of corpses.”
A chime echoed from both of their interfaces:
[Side Mission Activated: Blood Island]
[Objective: Destroy the Island’s Heart]
[Warning: The arrival of the living constitutes a sacrifice; spilled blood will awaken the sleepers.]
“…Such a warm welcome,” Gu said lightly.
Then he reached into his shirt and pulled out a knife, its blade dull but well-kept.
“I’m a D-rank streamer. I’m allowed to bring small items,” he said, handing it to Xiao.
The comments surged again:
They’re calm—too calm.
Dr. Gu looks even colder than last time.
Colder? I saw him dissect his teammate in another run. His face didn’t even twitch.
Fog swallowed the horizon. The stench of blood and seawater fused into a single suffocating smell.
The ground beneath them was soft, yielding—something alive moved under their boots.
Xiao crouched and brushed the soil with the back of his hand.
Warm fluid oozed up.
He jerked his hand back. The fluid was red.
“It’s bleeding.”
Gu watched, eyes flickering with a strange light.
“There’s a heart beating somewhere.”
He looked toward the center of the island. The ground trembled faintly, like a massive creature shifting in its sleep.
Before they could speak further, the earth shuddered.
A skeletal hand burst from the ground beside them.
“Don’t move,” Gu whispered.
Xiao reacted instinctively—one swift motion, the blade slicing down.
The wrist severed cleanly. No blood flowed, only thick black liquid, like oil.
[Comments]
Nice reflexes.
He moves fast for a rookie.
Hah—military training meets zombies.
Don’t get cocky. Those corpses aren’t dead yet.
The words had barely scrolled past before the ground convulsed.
Corpses began to surface one after another.
Their skin was gray, their eyes empty sockets, their mouths foaming.
There was no rot—only that sweet, sterile scent of an operating room drenched in blood.
Gu stepped back calmly, scalpel flashing. He sliced open one corpse’s trachea with surgical precision.
“The airway isn’t decomposed—means revival was recent—”
He didn’t finish. The corpse snapped its jaws toward his throat.
Xiao moved without thinking. He yanked Gu backward, his blade sweeping through the air—
A wet tearing sound.
The corpse’s head rolled away.
Blood splattered across Xiao’s face—hot, metallic.
[Comments]
Perfect angle, look at that spray.
Rookie’s keeping his cool.
Dr. Gu’s calm as ever—like he’s in an autopsy room.
They actually make a good team.
More corpses clawed free. The ground pulsed, alive beneath their feet.
Xiao’s eyes hardened. He tightened his grip on the knife—his movements precise, economical.
He lowered his stance, pivoted, and struck. Each motion clean as a drill, every slash calculated.
Behind him, Gu observed like a surgeon guiding an operation.
“Back of the neck. Knee tendons. Base of the skull—three strikes to immobilize.”
“Got it.”
Their rhythm was seamless.
Until—
Xiao’s foot slipped. The blade scraped against stone, sparking.
A drop of blood slid from his palm and hit the ground.
The island shuddered.
All at once, every corpse tilted its head upward.
Empty sockets locked onto them, and a low, suffocating moan filled the air.
The soil began to move, flowing like liquid as thousands of corpses twisted and merged beneath the surface.
[Comments]
Ahaha—he triggered the Blood Domain!
Showtime.
That rookie’s finished.
Every drop of blood speeds up the Heart’s awakening—and he’s bleeding more than one.
Xiao’s breathing grew heavy.
He swung his knife, decapitating one, then another—
But suddenly his chest seized.
“—Gu Qingchen…”
His voice cut off.
He froze, color draining from his face.
His heart had stopped.
Gu moved instantly. He kicked a lunging corpse aside, dropped to his knees, and pressed his hands against Xiao’s chest.
“Cardiac arrest,” he said coldly.
“Zero pulse. Initiating shock.”
Xiao’s body convulsed under his hands.
Gu’s expression never wavered—his motions rapid, mechanical.
He tore the cap off an injector with his teeth and plunged the needle straight into Xiao’s heart.
Blood and serum mingled, bubbling beneath the skin.
[Comments]
Jesus—look at those hands!
Dr. Gu: performing miracles in ten seconds or less.
Why bother? No one survives twice in this level.
You can restart a heart, but not the dungeon.
Gu raised his head slightly, eyes cold as scalpels.
“Shut up,” he said softly.
Another compression.
“Come on.”
Another.
“You’ve already died once. Do it again.”
The syringe shattered in his grip.
Electricity arced across his blood-slicked fingers.
Xiao jerked violently—then his chest rose.
Heartbeat restored.
Gu hauled him up by the collar, shoved the knife back into his hand.
“Listen,” he said, voice glacial, “if you die again, I’ll use your corpse for practice.”
Xiao gasped, coughing, blade trembling in his grip.
“Then don’t you die first.”
They locked eyes.
Then turned, side by side, toward the island’s core.
A massive stone dais loomed ahead. Upon it pulsed a heart—red, glistening, skinned alive.
Each beat shook the ground.
Corpses gathered around it in concentric rings.
Gu pulled three final syringes from his coat and thrust them into the soil.
“Corrosive compound. Ten seconds till detonation.”
“Ten seconds enough?” Xiao asked.
“—Enough to die.”
The heart throbbed faster. Blood mist thickened in the air.
The dead shrieked—thousands of mouths opening in soundless agony.
Gu raised his scalpel and drew it across his own palm.
He dipped his fingers into the blood and traced a symbol onto the heart’s surface.
“A doctor’s signature,” he murmured, almost smiling.
Then he drove the shock needle into the heart.
Boom.
The island erupted.
Blood waves surged. Corpses vaporized.
Blinding white light swallowed the sea.
The camera feed shook violently.
Is it over?
The heart exploded!
Look—the system’s rebooting!
The screen went black.
When the light returned, they were back in the white medical wing.
In front of them sat the trainee doctor—Liu Ye—smiling faintly, eyes glinting like scalpels.
The air was spotless, sterile, as though nothing had happened.
Gu sat at the edge of a hospital bed, calmly wiping blood from his hands.
Xiao leaned against the wall, a new patch over his chest, breathing shallow but steady.
[Comments flooded the feed]
They survived?!
That smile—Gu’s not human.
His heart stopped for almost three minutes—how is he alive?
Side Mission “Blood Island,” cleared. Survivors: 2. Reward: 1,000 points each.
Gu looked up at the camera.
His expression was gentle—his eyes as cold as a surgical blade.
“Cardiac resuscitation successful,” he said quietly.
“All corpses—terminated.
…For now.”
The screen flickered, then went dark.
The world fell back into white silence.
