Transformation

"I still have humanity, and I use it to fight against the beastly nature of unknown origin, and humanity is great and transcends everything."

The smile representing victory gradually disappeared and was replaced by heavy seriousness.

"But I'm still hungry, still... hungry for brains."

"I long for something in my brain that is not the brainstem, hypothalamus, cerebral cortex, or cerebellum."

He gestured wildly with his hands.

"A mere part of it has no effect."

"Together, we can help relieve my hunger."

He took a deep breath.

"In the days to come, I will record a part of today's life every day."

"The next day, I will watch the video from the previous day to combat the fading of my memory."

When he finished saying this, a smile appeared on his face.

It's the kind of smile unique to men.

"Today's recording begins.

I saw Mrs. Jones from the flower shop next door showing a shy face while praying."

The corners of his mouth curled up even more.

"It's really shameful. It's simply blasphemy."

"I told Leah about it, and Leah said it was my imagination."

"Maybe, anyway, I have been nervous these days and always forget things.

Now I’m hallucinating—compared to eating brains, maybe hallucinations aren’t so bad.”

He made himself a boring imperial joke and succeeded in making himself laugh.

After a brief period of happiness, he concentrated some attention.

"Today, as usual, I took Vivian to the church to pray."

“Father Andile’s church is in the community across the street from High Street.

It was a small one-story bungalow donated by believers. The area was not large, only about 80 square meters.

But there is a place to pray, a platform to sing hymns, and a confessional.”

Chen Yan noticed that when talking about these things, Johnny Mogwen's memory was very clear and his thoughts were very organized.

“Before I met Father Andile, I really didn’t believe that faith could really cure diseases.

I came to the high street through business. Apart from my family, I only believed in money.

But this thing called God... He actually works and can really cure diseases!

Vivian has been frail and sick since she was a child, and her fragile body has always been a concern of mine. Ever since she was a child, I have been seeking medical advice, but I have never been able to make her get better.

If it weren't for Father Andile's help, Vivian might have lost her life long ago.

This is one of the biggest surprises to me this year: prayer can actually heal!

Does the god that the choir believes in, the god named [Light], really exist?

Did a miracle really come because of Father Andile's prayer?

I felt very uneasy inside.

To this day, I can still recall the scene when I took Vivian to pray for the first time:

It was a sunny afternoon. Although it was already spring and the willow trees had sprouted, there was still some snow on the ground.

Father Andile stepped on the snow.

His shiny moccasin boots were so beautiful. How could a priest afford such high-end goods?

I don’t know, maybe it’s sponsored by the choir members.”

"I was very confused at that time. At that time, I still didn't believe in the power of prayer. I thought to myself that there must be something else... Father Andile must rely on something else to cure diseases.

Father Andile...did he secretly give some medicine to the patients?

I searched the whole church and asked many people privately, but everyone said the same thing - they did not take any medicine, but just prayed, and their condition was alleviated, or even cured!

Even cancer can be cured by Father Andile's prayers!

I was surprised that I could eat an elephant in my mouth.

Maybe... maybe Father Andile's prayer really works, maybe...

Anyway, it doesn’t cost anything to pray.

That day, after praying with the priest in the church and taking Vivian back to the toy store, I saw Mrs. Jones also returned to her flower shop - and an old man about her age entered the house.

Closed the door.

No matter what age you are, you will have needs. In fact, I really understand.

But Vivian told me that Mrs. Jones came back alone.

Am I... hallucinating again?

Mrs. Jones's husband was a soldier and had been dead on the battlefield for nearly ten years.

She herself is a loyal person who believes in gods. Logically speaking, it is really impossible to bring another man home.

Did I see it wrong?

But I clearly saw it...

I'm a little panicked.

I know I'm hallucinating again.

Is it because I have been under too much stress recently, or is it because... my condition has worsened?

What am I now?

He is an abnormal human being, a ghoul who likes to eat brains, a monster in human skin...

If Father Andile discovered my true nature, what measures would he take against me?

Will he give up praying for Vivian because of this?

I was panicked, very panicked. I was not afraid of death, but I was afraid that he would not pray for Vivian.

I can die, but Vivian must live well. She is only 12 years old and she still has great years. She deserves to enjoy a better life, instead of just sitting in a glass room watching other children playing outside.

.

Maybe... maybe I should confess to Father Andile.

Maybe... I want to tell him all my secrets.

Perhaps...his prayers can help me return to a normal human being."

When he said these words, there was no confidence in Johnny Murgwen's voice.

Listening to his tone, Chen Yan knew that it was impossible for him to go to Father Andier.

"Okay...that's it for today."

After this video was finished, the screen turned black.

Chen Yan thought to himself that he should switch to the next video.

He waited patiently for a few seconds, and sure enough, the screen turned white again.

In the vision camera, Johnny Murgwen is horribly thin.

He was almost too thin to lose his shape. Compared to the round and chubby face in the first video, he was now so thin that even his cheeks were clearly visible.

Even his nose was flat, and there were not many hairs left. He used a short octagonal hat to cover his almost bald head.

The reason why Chen Yan could see the pitiful look on his head was because he had lost enough hair and the octagonal hat was no longer enough to cover it up.

"Ahem..."

His voice was hoarse.

"I got through it."

There was pride in his weak tone.

"I didn't hurt anyone, even when I got angry."

"My humanity triumphed over my instincts!"

He faced the camera, grinned, and gave Chen Yan a smile that, although ugly, somehow made him feel handsome, and then made a scissor hand sign that represented victory.

Then, he took a deep breath.

"I didn't tell Father Andile about my situation. I... couldn't afford to take that risk."
Chapter completed!