Complete Author: I Have a Divine Medical Record Library

What is illuminated by gaslight is not necessarily civilization. It may also be a lesion. The steam train passed through the bell tower and the river bank, the knights guarded the black steel wall, the church sang hymns, and the nobles toasted in the opera house. This era still believes in order. Believe that high walls will always keep out the darkness. Until the "lesions" begin to appear. At first, there were just a few unexplained corpses in the lower city. They have stopped breathing. But still active. What followed were out-of-control patients, proliferating flesh and blood, contamination that began to spread, and ancient myths buried deep in history. And Lord Riddle discovered something was wrong earlier than anyone else. Because he always dreams of a library. There are records of organology, neurology, and human body structure that are far beyond this era, and the knowledge in dreams is appearing in reality bit by bit. When death starts to go wrong. When the disease begins to spread. When the whole world begins to slowly crawl like some kind of "alive" life. Lord finally realized. The so-called extraordinary. Maybe it's not a miracle. But life itself is reawakening.