“Shen Du, you have severe schizophrenia. You need to be hospitalized.”
“Doctor, I'm not sick.”
“That's what every psychiatric patient says.”
“Then can you explain why I can see the corruption on your body? Your left lung is gone, replaced by a mass of writhing black matter. Have you been coughing a lot lately? Is the phlegm you cough up black?”
The doctor's face went pale.
“Also, stop practicing with that cultivation app you downloaded to your phone. A second mouth has grown on the back of your neck. Don't believe me? Feel it yourself.”
The doctor reached back and felt his neck, then let out a scream.
You see, that's the problem.
I'm not crazy.
I'm just too clearheaded.
And in this world corrupted by immortals and gods, anyone who's clearheaded is bound to be called insane.
