I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend

The phone rang.
Someone was looking for Han Shihu.

It was a failure.
He had missed the doctor, and the drugs were no closer to being a cure.
Perhaps it was a mistake to repeatedly inject dozens of doses into himself, raising his drug resistance to absurd levels.
Even with Shihu’s formidable mental fortitude, he had overdone it.

The once-urgent voice pressuring him had gone silent.
It didn’t matter anymore.
It was all a failure.
There was no cure—nothing.

The call was from Lena.
Shihu had no intention of answering.
She would just ask where he was.

Better to destroy the phone.
Though Shihu searched for it, it was nowhere to be found.
Because the phone had long since been smashed and was lying in pieces on the floor.

"...Ah."

Hallucinations and auditory delusions.
Probably from lack of proper sleep.
Even though he used a skill to force himself to sleep, it was unstable at best.

"Damn it..."@@novelbin@@

Still, he used more drugs.

[Drug Resistance IX]

One more level, and there might be something.
That was why he kept pumping more drugs into his body.
If this didn’t work, there was no other answer.

—Restart? Restart? Restart?

"Shut up."

Shihu knew.
The skill descriptions never lied.
If a skill required him to give up everything, there had to be a problem with it.

The tempting escape always came with risks.