Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3743

When Matthew reached the fourth floor, it felt as if the world had shifted beneath his feet.

Before him stretched a vision that looked torn from another age. Buildings rose with carved beams and painted ceilings, their edges curved into arches that framed pools of still water. Pavilions glimmered in the light, each one echoing with the beauty of a paradise untouched by decay.

It became clear that power reshaped not only fate but also taste. The higher a person climbed, the more refined their world became.

Once Matthew confirmed he had not wandered into the wrong place, he stood silent. The scene clashed violently with the darkness below.

The three lower levels might have differed in purpose, but they shared a single design. Each floor carried a twisted, suffocating air that made the skin crawl.

This floor, however, calmed him. It coaxed his defenses to ease, wrapping him in an odd sense of familiarity.

But this was Blackshore Island, buried deep in West Montiria Island. The buildings standing here copied the style of another land, one far removed. Cathay.

The thought struck him like a chill. Could the envoy of Medusa Gang be from that land? Or worse, had the grip of this corrupted order already reached into his own country?

Dread pushed hard against his chest. He knew the danger. The softer the air, the easier it was to lose focus.

He had not yet seen the envoy's face when Serpent broke beside him. His body writhed on the floor, every muscle pulled tight as his craving took control again. His groans were low, but they carried enough weight to summon the serpent that ruled this place.

"Serpent, did you collect the one hundred units of material?"

The words struck like frost, slipping through the sheer veil of a curtain. The voice belonged to a woman, sharp and stripped of warmth.

At first, Matthew thought the speaker must be some companion of the envoy.

But Serpent, gripping his own body as though fire burned in his blood, fell to his knees. He answered with broken words meant for her.

"My envoy, I failed you. Please, let me drink. I am begging you, give me just one taste."

His voice cracked apart under the weight of his need. His knees scraped against the floor as he collapsed forward, turning away from the curtain and toward Matthew instead.

So, the woman hidden behind the veil was the envoy herself. No wonder she had been so quick to toss Feefee to Serpent.

How fitting.

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