[I hold a different view.]
[I would appreciate hearing the specifics.]
[Given that he is a zombie, is it plausible that cool downs are unnecessary?]
[…Fuck!]
[Awesome.]
[ Tiger and Wolf Words]
[The velocity of the vehicle is excessively high; I suggest fastening your seat belts.]
[‘No Cooldown’]
[I instantaneously understood the ferocity of the zombie big boss. Woo woo woo! Thank you, dear master of scientific knowledge. My peculiar knowledge points and attributes have once again increased.]
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Just as everyone was engrossed in their own affairs, a resounding noise reverberated outside.
Everyone peered out the window vigilantly, witnessing cement and gravel swirling not far away. Amidst the concrete storm, three individuals stood steadfastly in a semi-crouched posture.
All three were drenched in blood, showing the fierce battle they had undergone.
The animosity in their eyes lingered, while blood and carnage encircled them.
The leader with a beard was holding a black figure in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that he was clutching a zombie.
Its throat was constricted, and its limbs had long been severed. The zombie, with tattered cloth strips hanging from its body, emitted soundless wails as it futilely struggled to break free from the bearded man’s grip.
Seeing that the bearded man had returned, the long-haired ability user and Naia alighted from the car and hurried over. Bai Lixin and Dr. Sang chose to follow suit.
Upon seeing someone approach, the bearded man restrained his killing intent and adorned a slightly affable smile. “Dr. Sang, come and witness this.”
Dr. Sang and Bai Lixin exchanged glances, then approached.
The long-haired ability user asked, “What’s going on?”
The bearded man responded, “We led those zombies far away, and among them, we discovered something peculiar about this particular zombie.”
“Dr. Sang, it can speak.”
The long-haired ability user exclaimed, “What? You mean it can speak human language?!”
Bai Lixin’s drooping eyes concealed his flickering pupils.
The system had previously stated that ordinary zombies were incapable of speech, only a minuscule number of special zombies possessed such ability.
He had been able to comprehend the words of that special zombie, but it didn’t mean the zombie could speak. Their connection was established through the mind, enabling communication.
On that night, within Dr. Sang’s spiritual realm, he had witnessed the Zombie King. However, the Zombie King did not utter a word. In other words, the Zombie King did not truly speak; communication occurred through the spiritual connection.
Perhaps because he was within Dr. Sang’s spiritual realm, he could faintly hear it as well.
For the longest time, Dr. Sang was the sole zombie he had encountered who could genuinely speak.
The bearded man callously flung the zombie to the ground.
The zombie tumbled headlong into a pool of rainwater on the ground, struggling awkwardly to extricate itself from the watery entanglement.
Bai Lixin observed that its eyes had not completely turned white; a trace of blackness still remained in its pupils.
The zombie had not decomposed, but its withered, yellowish skin clung tightly to its skeletal frame. Its emaciated body bore no resemblance to that of a typical human, as its skin was covered in a thick layer of lizard-like scales.
Its limbs contorted into peculiar postures, indicating that the bearded man had dismembered them during the battle.
After discarding it, the bearded man retrieved a cigarette from his backpack,
After igniting it, he took a deep drag, relinquishing all tension.
Holding the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, the bearded man gestured towards the prone zombie, exhaling wisps of white smoke. “At that moment, I sensed something unusual, Dr. Sang. I have never encountered this type of zombie before. Have you? It attacked us, seemingly devoid of consciousness, yet it appears that it has not entirely lost its mind. Could this zombie be the one with the antigen?”
As if in response to the bearded man’s words, the zombie weakly knelt on the ground, muttering incoherently.
“Ah.”
“No.”
“It hurts.”
“Help.”
Words tumbled out one after another, devoid of any logical coherence.
While it could indeed speak, the words lacked logical sense. It was not so much that it could speak, but it was a bit like a parrot.
“Those zombies should not be here to attack us,” the bearded man pointed at the zombie with a cigarette, “They appear to be here for it.”
“If it wasn’t for a zombie that dragged them down, we would probably still be fighting now. I cannot comprehend what it is saying, but given that one of those zombies was protecting it, there may be some secrets within this particular zombie.”
Bai Lixin silently observed the zombie, his expression numb.
Why are other zombies protecting it?
And what about its pupil color?
Bai Lixin glanced at the zombie, and suddenly, a white glint reflecting the sunlight froze his vision in an instant.
He took two steps forward, and to everyone’s astonishment, he inserted his hand directly into the tattered clothes of the zombie and retrieved something from its chest.
It was a heavily worn card.
Pure black in color, the words “prop card” could vaguely be seen on the back. The once gilded characters on the front had faded to the point of near illegibility.
This was a prop card exclusive to players.
Bai Lixin’s pupils contracted slightly as he gazed down at the terrified and numb zombie before him once again.
Could this zombie be a player who had participated in the game before?
“Experiment.”
The zombie spoke again, this time uttering a different word.
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In the live broadcast room.
[Damn it, a prop card!]
[Oh my god, was this zombie a player before?]
[I’m a bit shocked. It’s still able to speak, and its eyes haven’t completely turned black. Could it be the zombie with the antigen?]
[I feel a bit uneasy. If there’s one zombie player, could there be more? All the players who participated in the mission are accounted for. Judging by the attire of this zombie, it seems to have been here for a long time. So, this was a former player? God, we thought they were all dead, but in fact, the players were left here, turned into zombiefo]
[Ah, I see.]
[He must be the antigen zombie. Didn’t he just say the word ‘experiment’?]
[Is it that easy? God Xin simply captured the antigen that wiped out the teams before. Isn’t that lucky? Doesn’t it contradict God Xin’s attributes?]
[If you put it that way, it does make sense.]
[If it were the Xia Chi, the master of luck, there wouldn’t be so many doubts.]
[God Xin and Xia Chi: “…”]
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Dr. Sang retrieved latex gloves from somewhere and put them on. When Dr. Sang extended his gloved hand, it struck a nerve with the zombie. It let out a sudden yell and desperately thrashed about, using all it’s limbs, even attempting to bite Dr. Sang.
The bearded man snorted and lightly grasped the back of the zombie’s neck with one hand from behind. The zombie immediately went still, like a cat whose neck had been bitten.
However, the trembling pupils easily revealed the fear within the zombie.
Dr. Sang opened its eyes, nostrils, and mouth to observe it carefully, then took out a detection device from the backpack.
After conducting thorough checks for approximately ten minutes, Dr. Sang nodded to the bearded man. “Release it.”
The bearded man let go, and the zombie slumped to the ground.
“I don’t know which zombie carries the antigen, but it isn’t this one,” Dr. Sang explained simply. “As far as I know, that zombie possesses higher intelligence and has developed antibodies that neutralize the virus. So, although it has mutated into a zombie, it can communicate normally, just like humans.”
“However, this zombie hasn’t undergone complete mutation. Its pupils are extremely dilated, and although it can speak, only a few simple words remain in its cerebral cortex. Data fragments.”
“It doesn’t experience pain, but it is very afraid of me, or rather, afraid of my gloves, as gloves are standard equipment for experiments.” Dr. Sang crossed his hands, turned the latex gloves inside out, and removed them, revealing the impeccably attractive hands beneath.
Bai Lixin couldn’t help but be captivated by those hands.
To be honest, his lover’s hands were truly beautiful, not just the individual joints, but every joint was perfect, flawlessly faultless.
Dr. Sang locked eyes with Bai Lixin in silence. He cautiously extended the glove, causing the zombie to tremble in fear. “It has endured inhuman torture during the process, so it is extremely sensitive to gloves.”
Bearded Man: “So, what should we do with this?”
“Release it? Kill it? Or take it back?”
Dr. Sang pondered, “If possible, I’d like to take it back to the ark for research. But I assume the ark doesn’t allow zombies to enter, right?”
“It’s up to you how to handle it.”
The group’s attention shifted to the bearded man. He smoked a cigarette, staring at the zombie with dark eyes. After a long pause, he made a decision, “For now, let’s keep it. Third brother, tie it up securely with a strong rope and throw it In the trunk. Since those zombies protected it, maybe we can use it as bait or a tool for blackmail.”
The ability user referred to as Third Brother immediately nodded, “Okay, boss.”
Ten minutes later, the third brother tightly bound the helpless zombie, leaving only its eyes able to move. Even its mouth, filled with fangs, was sealed with hemp rope.
He forcefully threw the zombie into the trunk and slammed it shut, causing the armored vehicle to shake three times.
“Oh, damn it,” the bearded man glared at the Third Brother, “I worked so hard to get this armored vehicle. Can’t you take care? Well, the armored vehicle didn’t cost you a penny, did it?!”
The third brother laughed, “Boss, take a walk and then rest in the car for a while to calm down. If you were as gentle with women as you are with this vehicle, you wouldn’t be single at your age.”
The bearded man crushed his cigarette with one foot and charged towards the third brother, “Third brother, I think you’re getting tired of working.”
Ten minutes later, after the fighting was over, the group got into the car and continued their journey.
Bai Lixin silently retreated into a corner, closed his eyes, and released a few strands of red threads.
Within this confined space, he quickly located the player’s zombie crystal nucleus. Amidst the strong and intense flames surrounding it, the white light emitted by the crystal nucleus seemed insignificant.
He couldn’t simply use all the red threads, as it would directly kill the zombie.
Carefully connecting the red thread to the white light, Bai Lixin attempted to establish a spiritual connection with the zombie.
One, two, three… When the tenth red thread connected to the white light, he heard a painful cry.
The cry of the soul was horrifying, filled with pain and despair.
Bai Lixin tried to initiate a conversation: [Hello, are you a player?]
However, the voice didn’t respond to Bai Lixin. The previous unknown experiment had driven it completely insane, immersed in its own world, it was unable to hear any external voices.
—It hurts so much. I’m in so much pain. Please, no more needles.
—Leave me alone. I just want to go home.
—Help! I’m still alive. I’m still alive.
—Doctor, don’t throw me into the sea of corpses.
—Doctor, no more experiments, please.
Bai Lixin managed to catch a few words from the chaotic thoughts, and even if he didn’t receive a response, he continued to ask patiently, attempting to awaken the buried memories within the zombie.
Bai Lixin: [Doctor? What doctor? What kind of experiments are they conducting?]
Bai Lixin’s question enraged the zombie completely. The black and gray viscous colors in its mind churned violently, and its body desperately slammed against the armored vehicle.
Suddenly, a scream resonated in the zombie’s mind, and Bai Lixin’s vision went blank.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a blue and white laboratory.
Outside the thick bulletproof glass window, more than a dozen researchers in surgical and protective suits were attentively observing the laboratory.
Inside the glass, a man was tied to a bed, accompanied by two heavily armed doctors.
The man’s pupils appeared whitish, but traces of black could still be seen.
Outside the window, a composed and cold man issued orders into a black microphone, “Experiment No. 8, proceed with the 453rd injection test. Sever his arm, I want to observe its regrowth ability.”
The voice transmitted directly without any modification or concealment, reaching the laboratory.
In an instant, terror flashed across the man’s face on the bed.
The next second, the two doctors in surgical gowns grabbed a chainsaw and ruthlessly severed the man’s arm, disregarding his hoarse pleas.
A spurt of blood gushed out, and chunks of flesh flew in all directions.
The man’s agonizing screams reached those outside through the glass, but everyone watched the spectacle with numb eyes.
Through the window, the individual in charge of the experiment ordered once more, “Administer the genetic modification drug.”
In the following moment, a needle as thin as an embroidery needle pierced the man’s body.
Within just a minute, rapid changes began to occur in the man’s body.
The freshly severed arm swiftly extended outward, with flesh and bones condensing into tendons, muscles, blood vessels, and finally layers of fat and skin.
Within an hour, the man’s previously severed arm miraculously regrew.
Throughout the process, the man screamed in agonizing pain, illustrating the excruciating torment caused by the hyperplasia.
When the arm had fully regrown, the man gave another order, “Proceed to the third step and test the durability of the arm.”
Various testing instruments were attached to the man’s arm, and the green ripples on the black instruments fluctuated up and down.
Seeing that all the data appeared normal, an excited voice exclaimed, “Doctor, the genetic enhancement experiment has finally succeeded!”
The tense man finally relaxed a bit and spoke into the loudspeaker, “Continue observing for another 24 hours. If there are no issues, this experimental subject can serve as a petri dish for proliferating genetically enhanced weapons.”
With that, another genetic experiment was concluded. As the man finished speaking, everyone in the observation room, who had been suppressing their seriousness, erupted in cheers. They embraced each other, wearing joyful smiles as they welcomed the fruits of their victory.
It appeared that the person lying on the bed was not seen as a human life in their eyes at all.
Someone tossed a test report into the air. Bai Lixin glanced up and noticed a few prominent words written on the cover.
Human Gene Experiment Project
– Top Secret
– The 13th Biological Laboratory in the 24th District]
[I hold a different view.]
[I would appreciate hearing the specifics.]
[Given that he is a zombie, is it plausible that cool downs are unnecessary?]
[…Fuck!]
[Awesome.]
[ Tiger and Wolf Words]
[The velocity of the vehicle is excessively high; I suggest fastening your seat belts.]
[‘No Cooldown’]
[I instantaneously understood the ferocity of the zombie big boss. Woo woo woo! Thank you, dear master of scientific knowledge. My peculiar knowledge points and attributes have once again increased.]
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Just as everyone was engrossed in their own affairs, a resounding noise reverberated outside.
Everyone peered out the window vigilantly, witnessing cement and gravel swirling not far away. Amidst the concrete storm, three individuals stood steadfastly in a semi-crouched posture.
All three were drenched in blood, showing the fierce battle they had undergone.
The animosity in their eyes lingered, while blood and carnage encircled them.
The leader with a beard was holding a black figure in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that he was clutching a zombie.
Its throat was constricted, and its limbs had long been severed. The zombie, with tattered cloth strips hanging from its body, emitted soundless wails as it futilely struggled to break free from the bearded man’s grip.
Seeing that the bearded man had returned, the long-haired ability user and Naia alighted from the car and hurried over. Bai Lixin and Dr. Sang chose to follow suit.
Upon seeing someone approach, the bearded man restrained his killing intent and adorned a slightly affable smile. “Dr. Sang, come and witness this.”
Dr. Sang and Bai Lixin exchanged glances, then approached.
The long-haired ability user asked, “What’s going on?”
The bearded man responded, “We led those zombies far away, and among them, we discovered something peculiar about this particular zombie.”
“Dr. Sang, it can speak.”
The long-haired ability user exclaimed, “What? You mean it can speak human language?!”
Bai Lixin’s drooping eyes concealed his flickering pupils.
The system had previously stated that ordinary zombies were incapable of speech, only a minuscule number of special zombies possessed such ability.
He had been able to comprehend the words of that special zombie, but it didn’t mean the zombie could speak. Their connection was established through the mind, enabling communication.
On that night, within Dr. Sang’s spiritual realm, he had witnessed the Zombie King. However, the Zombie King did not utter a word. In other words, the Zombie King did not truly speak; communication occurred through the spiritual connection.
Perhaps because he was within Dr. Sang’s spiritual realm, he could faintly hear it as well.
For the longest time, Dr. Sang was the sole zombie he had encountered who could genuinely speak.
The bearded man callously flung the zombie to the ground.
The zombie tumbled headlong into a pool of rainwater on the ground, struggling awkwardly to extricate itself from the watery entanglement.
Bai Lixin observed that its eyes had not completely turned white; a trace of blackness still remained in its pupils.
The zombie had not decomposed, but its withered, yellowish skin clung tightly to its skeletal frame. Its emaciated body bore no resemblance to that of a typical human, as its skin was covered in a thick layer of lizard-like scales.
Its limbs contorted into peculiar postures, indicating that the bearded man had dismembered them during the battle.
After discarding it, the bearded man retrieved a cigarette from his backpack,
After igniting it, he took a deep drag, relinquishing all tension.
Holding the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, the bearded man gestured towards the prone zombie, exhaling wisps of white smoke. “At that moment, I sensed something unusual, Dr. Sang. I have never encountered this type of zombie before. Have you? It attacked us, seemingly devoid of consciousness, yet it appears that it has not entirely lost its mind. Could this zombie be the one with the antigen?”
As if in response to the bearded man’s words, the zombie weakly knelt on the ground, muttering incoherently.
“Ah.”
“No.”
“It hurts.”
“Help.”
Words tumbled out one after another, devoid of any logical coherence.
While it could indeed speak, the words lacked logical sense. It was not so much that it could speak, but it was a bit like a parrot.
“Those zombies should not be here to attack us,” the bearded man pointed at the zombie with a cigarette, “They appear to be here for it.”
“If it wasn’t for a zombie that dragged them down, we would probably still be fighting now. I cannot comprehend what it is saying, but given that one of those zombies was protecting it, there may be some secrets within this particular zombie.”
Bai Lixin silently observed the zombie, his expression numb.
Why are other zombies protecting it?
And what about its pupil color?
Bai Lixin glanced at the zombie, and suddenly, a white glint reflecting the sunlight froze his vision in an instant.
He took two steps forward, and to everyone’s astonishment, he inserted his hand directly into the tattered clothes of the zombie and retrieved something from its chest.
It was a heavily worn card.
Pure black in color, the words “prop card” could vaguely be seen on the back. The once gilded characters on the front had faded to the point of near illegibility.
This was a prop card exclusive to players.
Bai Lixin’s pupils contracted slightly as he gazed down at the terrified and numb zombie before him once again.
Could this zombie be a player who had participated in the game before?
“Experiment.”
The zombie spoke again, this time uttering a different word.
——————————–
In the live broadcast room.
[Damn it, a prop card!]
[Oh my god, was this zombie a player before?]
[I’m a bit shocked. It’s still able to speak, and its eyes haven’t completely turned black. Could it be the zombie with the antigen?]
[I feel a bit uneasy. If there’s one zombie player, could there be more? All the players who participated in the mission are accounted for. Judging by the attire of this zombie, it seems to have been here for a long time. So, this was a former player? God, we thought they were all dead, but in fact, the players were left here, turned into zombiefo]
[Ah, I see.]
[He must be the antigen zombie. Didn’t he just say the word ‘experiment’?]
[Is it that easy? God Xin simply captured the antigen that wiped out the teams before. Isn’t that lucky? Doesn’t it contradict God Xin’s attributes?]
[If you put it that way, it does make sense.]
[If it were the Xia Chi, the master of luck, there wouldn’t be so many doubts.]
[God Xin and Xia Chi: “…”]
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Dr. Sang retrieved latex gloves from somewhere and put them on. When Dr. Sang extended his gloved hand, it struck a nerve with the zombie. It let out a sudden yell and desperately thrashed about, using all it’s limbs, even attempting to bite Dr. Sang.
The bearded man snorted and lightly grasped the back of the zombie’s neck with one hand from behind. The zombie immediately went still, like a cat whose neck had been bitten.
However, the trembling pupils easily revealed the fear within the zombie.
Dr. Sang opened its eyes, nostrils, and mouth to observe it carefully, then took out a detection device from the backpack.
After conducting thorough checks for approximately ten minutes, Dr. Sang nodded to the bearded man. “Release it.”
The bearded man let go, and the zombie slumped to the ground.
“I don’t know which zombie carries the antigen, but it isn’t this one,” Dr. Sang explained simply. “As far as I know, that zombie possesses higher intelligence and has developed antibodies that neutralize the virus. So, although it has mutated into a zombie, it can communicate normally, just like humans.”
“However, this zombie hasn’t undergone complete mutation. Its pupils are extremely dilated, and although it can speak, only a few simple words remain in its cerebral cortex. Data fragments.”
“It doesn’t experience pain, but it is very afraid of me, or rather, afraid of my gloves, as gloves are standard equipment for experiments.” Dr. Sang crossed his hands, turned the latex gloves inside out, and removed them, revealing the impeccably attractive hands beneath.
Bai Lixin couldn’t help but be captivated by those hands.
To be honest, his lover’s hands were truly beautiful, not just the individual joints, but every joint was perfect, flawlessly faultless.
Dr. Sang locked eyes with Bai Lixin in silence. He cautiously extended the glove, causing the zombie to tremble in fear. “It has endured inhuman torture during the process, so it is extremely sensitive to gloves.”
Bearded Man: “So, what should we do with this?”
“Release it? Kill it? Or take it back?”
Dr. Sang pondered, “If possible, I’d like to take it back to the ark for research. But I assume the ark doesn’t allow zombies to enter, right?”
“It’s up to you how to handle it.”
The group’s attention shifted to the bearded man. He smoked a cigarette, staring at the zombie with dark eyes. After a long pause, he made a decision, “For now, let’s keep it. Third brother, tie it up securely with a strong rope and throw it In the trunk. Since those zombies protected it, maybe we can use it as bait or a tool for blackmail.”
The ability user referred to as Third Brother immediately nodded, “Okay, boss.”
Ten minutes later, the third brother tightly bound the helpless zombie, leaving only its eyes able to move. Even its mouth, filled with fangs, was sealed with hemp rope.
He forcefully threw the zombie into the trunk and slammed it shut, causing the armored vehicle to shake three times.
“Oh, damn it,” the bearded man glared at the Third Brother, “I worked so hard to get this armored vehicle. Can’t you take care? Well, the armored vehicle didn’t cost you a penny, did it?!”
The third brother laughed, “Boss, take a walk and then rest in the car for a while to calm down. If you were as gentle with women as you are with this vehicle, you wouldn’t be single at your age.”
The bearded man crushed his cigarette with one foot and charged towards the third brother, “Third brother, I think you’re getting tired of working.”
Ten minutes later, after the fighting was over, the group got into the car and continued their journey.
Bai Lixin silently retreated into a corner, closed his eyes, and released a few strands of red threads.
Within this confined space, he quickly located the player’s zombie crystal nucleus. Amidst the strong and intense flames surrounding it, the white light emitted by the crystal nucleus seemed insignificant.
He couldn’t simply use all the red threads, as it would directly kill the zombie.
Carefully connecting the red thread to the white light, Bai Lixin attempted to establish a spiritual connection with the zombie.
One, two, three… When the tenth red thread connected to the white light, he heard a painful cry.
The cry of the soul was horrifying, filled with pain and despair.
Bai Lixin tried to initiate a conversation: [Hello, are you a player?]
However, the voice didn’t respond to Bai Lixin. The previous unknown experiment had driven it completely insane, immersed in its own world, it was unable to hear any external voices.
—It hurts so much. I’m in so much pain. Please, no more needles.
—Leave me alone. I just want to go home.
—Help! I’m still alive. I’m still alive.
—Doctor, don’t throw me into the sea of corpses.
—Doctor, no more experiments, please.
Bai Lixin managed to catch a few words from the chaotic thoughts, and even if he didn’t receive a response, he continued to ask patiently, attempting to awaken the buried memories within the zombie.
Bai Lixin: [Doctor? What doctor? What kind of experiments are they conducting?]
Bai Lixin’s question enraged the zombie completely. The black and gray viscous colors in its mind churned violently, and its body desperately slammed against the armored vehicle.
Suddenly, a scream resonated in the zombie’s mind, and Bai Lixin’s vision went blank.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a blue and white laboratory.
Outside the thick bulletproof glass window, more than a dozen researchers in surgical and protective suits were attentively observing the laboratory.
Inside the glass, a man was tied to a bed, accompanied by two heavily armed doctors.
The man’s pupils appeared whitish, but traces of black could still be seen.
Outside the window, a composed and cold man issued orders into a black microphone, “Experiment No. 8, proceed with the 453rd injection test. Sever his arm, I want to observe its regrowth ability.”
The voice transmitted directly without any modification or concealment, reaching the laboratory.
In an instant, terror flashed across the man’s face on the bed.
The next second, the two doctors in surgical gowns grabbed a chainsaw and ruthlessly severed the man’s arm, disregarding his hoarse pleas.
A spurt of blood gushed out, and chunks of flesh flew in all directions.
The man’s agonizing screams reached those outside through the glass, but everyone watched the spectacle with numb eyes.
Through the window, the individual in charge of the experiment ordered once more, “Administer the genetic modification drug.”
In the following moment, a needle as thin as an embroidery needle pierced the man’s body.
Within just a minute, rapid changes began to occur in the man’s body.
The freshly severed arm swiftly extended outward, with flesh and bones condensing into tendons, muscles, blood vessels, and finally layers of fat and skin.
Within an hour, the man’s previously severed arm miraculously regrew.
Throughout the process, the man screamed in agonizing pain, illustrating the excruciating torment caused by the hyperplasia.
When the arm had fully regrown, the man gave another order, “Proceed to the third step and test the durability of the arm.”
Various testing instruments were attached to the man’s arm, and the green ripples on the black instruments fluctuated up and down.
Seeing that all the data appeared normal, an excited voice exclaimed, “Doctor, the genetic enhancement experiment has finally succeeded!”
The tense man finally relaxed a bit and spoke into the loudspeaker, “Continue observing for another 24 hours. If there are no issues, this experimental subject can serve as a petri dish for proliferating genetically enhanced weapons.”
With that, another genetic experiment was concluded. As the man finished speaking, everyone in the observation room, who had been suppressing their seriousness, erupted in cheers. They embraced each other, wearing joyful smiles as they welcomed the fruits of their victory.
It appeared that the person lying on the bed was not seen as a human life in their eyes at all.
Someone tossed a test report into the air. Bai Lixin glanced up and noticed a few prominent words written on the cover.
Human Gene Experiment Project
– Top Secret
– The 13th Biological Laboratory in the 24th District]
