Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 1066 Dead Space
At this moment, in a ruins in the middle of the Starlink STR-56 space city.

It was almost completely melted by the high temperature generated by the explosion of the controllable nuclear fusion reactor. It houses laboratories, material warehouses, simulated cockpits and crew training centers, simulated outer space environment combat experiments, simulated border planet surface environment planting laboratories, and volunteer human experiment execution. center……

This was originally the research center for the most cutting-edge technology of Starlink. Now only the steel corridor made of special materials escaped from the violent explosion. Everything else has been burned to ashes. Even if it has not been completely burned, it will definitely not be able to survive. Continue to use.

The reason why this place is abandoned is not only that most of the experimental materials and equipment cannot be recycled, but also because of the high concentration of radiation - the radiation intensity here is tens of thousands of times that of the upper levels of the space city. No normal human being can approach this place, let alone enter it. Go to the hinterland of this place to get really useful materials - in just ten seconds after setting foot here, a person will turn into a puddle of pus due to excessive radiation.

But now, at this moment, footsteps sounded in this place of death.

There were not only footsteps, but also clearly audible human voices without using any electronic sound transmission devices:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have explained it again and again, and you should also know that all the raw materials we use to transform our bodies are now abandoned here. Even if we have element reconstruction technology, we cannot collect so many elements through the collector. Contaminated carbon."

The person who spoke was Xanthium, not Miao Shuisheng. This was a very rare scene. After Miao Shui became an adult, Xanthium had already retreated behind the scenes and ignored worldly affairs, leaving all the affairs in front of Miao Shuisheng to take care of. One knows why he was present on a "non-important" occasion like today.

He was followed by a large group of people. Different from him who was dressed coolly, these people wore thick cosmic ray isolation suits. This suit was originally used to allow certain special types of workers to go to the outside of the cabin to perform dangerous repairs when cosmic rays were strong. It is used for work, and its radiation resistance is very strong, enough to allow them to sustain for a long time with sufficient oxygen supply.

Xanthium raised his hand to push aside a steel bar that was thicker than others, clearing the way to continue along the steel corridor. This simple action for him made others look envious - they were not only envious. It’s just about strong strength. Starlink has many technologies that can increase a person’s strength, but there is really no technology that can make a person completely resistant to radiation while maintaining his natural form—unless the person is transformed into an inhuman existence. , that’s not what they want.

All of them have held important positions in the empire and are proud of the fact that they are "pure-blooded" nobles. Bloodline is the key to distinguishing themselves from others, and it is also the reason why they believe that they have dignity and noble character. Because of their spiritual sustenance, they never considered transforming themselves with omniscience when the apocalypse came. The desecration of the body may be tolerated, but the loss of blood is absolutely not allowed.

They have many resources in their hands, and the resources they maintain on the surface through emotions and interests are actually maintained through blood - perhaps a formal marriage, perhaps an impermissible affair, or even an underground lover. Relationships, once a blood connection is established, the connection is immediately maintained by them closer than any other relationship in the world.

They are old aristocrats from the old era, "old money" who are scorned by most people and never dare to be arrogant in front of their faces. They should be buried in the dust of the times, but their vitality is so tenacious that they can crawl out on their own even if they are buried in the grave. old monster.

"Mr. Miao, we want to confirm again."

The leader of the middle-aged man spoke. His fair skin was almost transparent, which made the dark eye sockets between the dark circles even deeper. He looked like some kind of legendary vampire:
"The plan you gave is to improve, not replace, right?"

Xanthium looked at him and said in a very reliable tone and manner:
"Yes, it's just an improvement. Lord Marquis Orlov, I am the same as you saw me 15 years ago. It's just an evolution that should and must happen."

The vampire-like Marquis Orlov glanced at the family members behind him. The searchlight above his head swept across their faces that were equally pale as his. His eyes were in a trance due to their morbid state.

They are sick, family diseases, and the bad consequences of family marriages have existed and will continue.

The elders in the family regard such weakness and the diseases that cause such weakness as an honor. They even use family diseases to judge whether a person is a member of the family. He has endured this perverted and deformed practice for 40 years.

Now that those old guys were dead, he finally put them to death and became the only talker, so he found Xanthium in an attempt to get some blasphemous benefits.

He had provided some conveniences to Xanthium when he was a student, and also helped Xanthia deal with some difficult things. Therefore, he knew what Xanthia was probably doing - blood research and human body experiments. This was Xanthium at Imperial National University. It is obvious that the difficulties he has overcome are not limited to these two subjects.

Marquis Orlov knew that he was lucky. His entire family was the product of royal intermarriage in a special era. His ancestor was just a concubine prince from the British royal family of Suka. Because of the war, he got a wife from the imperial royal family. He had the opportunity to directly join the Duke's family, and because he gave birth to an heir who had repeatedly made contributions on the battlefield, he had the opportunity to restore his own surname and his true title.

The family history of the Orlov family is full of talented people. They exchanged blood, tears and lives for a very solid position in the military. However, after the empire entered modern times, there were not many battles to fight, and because Orlov himself was from Suka. The fact that they have the British surname makes it impossible for them to have a place in the royal family of the Ruk Empire, so until now they are just marquises - second-class lords who have strength but have always been excluded from the real hub of power.

After the era of apocalypse, the Holy Light once again visited the Orlov family - the empire was completely destroyed, and the royal family was completely dead and injured. Even those lucky ones who escaped into the stratosphere were only able to survive and made many requests. The orbit signal was rejected by Starlink and prevented from entering space - "Kill them to death so that everyone does not have to meet and avoid embarrassment and future bloody conflicts" is the unanimous attitude of all forces in Starlink today.

Under such circumstances, the Marquis Orlov family, which had gone to Starlink early and assumed some of the administrative functions, had considerable privileges - especially after Apocalypse truly destroyed most of the STR-56 space city, fortunately The Orlov family, whose entire family has been completely preserved, has become the largest force in the space city - it may not be the strongest, but it is definitely the largest and has the most resources.

Luck doesn't last, but blood does.

Marquis Orlov wanted to strengthen the family's bloodline, not only because he had already suffered from organ failure due to excessive radiation, but also because of the radiation that caused the outbreak of family diseases in him. He had been suffering day and night these days, and finally finally Waiting for Xanthium’s reply——

"Your Majesty, I have been waiting for your call for a long time."

Thinking of this, Marquis Orlov looked at the back of Xanthium in front of him.

"What we need to collect is not just carbon elements. Forcibly piecing carbon elements into the human body can only produce brainless power."

Xanthium gently pushed towards a door, and the door immediately collapsed.

He patted the dust on his sleeves and looked at the corner casually.

Marquis Orlov caught up with his vision and noticed something flashing past in the darkness.

"Element recombination technology is based on established formulas, such as [making burgers], [making sandwiches], [making a harpoon] - we know the structure and components of matter, as long as it is abstracted according to the rules of element recombination into Logical formulas can be input into the machine to produce these things.”

Xanthium's pace quickened, and the Orlov family behind him could barely keep up.

Xanthium was still explaining to them. Marquis Orlov knew that this was a kind of brainwashing, but he had to listen.

"But similar to [creating a bloodline adapted to the physique of Marquis Orlov's family], element recombination technology cannot do it."

Xanthium suddenly took out his gun, aimed at the moving target that was completely invisible in the darkness, and fired quickly.

"boom!"

The gunshot frightened a girl in the rear team. Marquis Orlov turned over and hugged her, and looked at Xanthium with complaining eyes.

As if Xanthium didn't feel his gaze at all, he took a few steps forward and disappeared from the sight of the Orlov family.

When Marquis Orlov was panting and following Xanthium, Xanthium was crouching in the corner. In front of him, there was a pile of ugly, excrement-like deformed spores squirming under the light of the searchlight. It was really disgusting. "We demand salvation from this thing!"

The cheerful voice of cocklebur seemed very eerie in the silent space.

Marquis Orlov took a step forward and saw that Xanthium was holding a finger-sized syringe in his hand, extracting some kind of blood-like liquid from the squirming disgusting thing.

Um?Like blood?
Marquis Orlov squinted his eyes and saw that the liquid in the syringe in Xanthium's hand was indeed the color of normal plasma.

How could there be normal plasma in a place with such a high radiation concentration?

There must have been an adaptive mutation - Marquis Orlov's level of knowledge could only give him such a simple answer.

But how can blood mutate independently of biological individuals?
Just when Marquis Orlov was puzzled, Xanthium gave an explanation:

"This thing is much more valuable than gold - individuals who have undirected mutations due to radiation will mutate into stronger biological organs with a very small probability - they will not be wiped out in an instant by high-concentration radiation. , can survive in an oxygen-free environment for such a long time without deteriorating and producing tumors, and can even withstand cosmic rays without any decay, this kind of organ is really powerful!"

Marquis Orlov felt unbelievable. Is this thing... really just the product of random mutation?
And...is the principle of this kind of thing really that simple?
His instinct told him that Xanthium was lying, but he had no proof.

While collecting the blood, Xanthium said:

"The blood in these biological organs can adapt to radiation and exist. It is an enhanced version of human blood. After special treatment and enrichment through a special elemental recombination formula, it can become a template that the Orlov family bloodline should emulate."

Xanthium looked at them and sighed:

"It's a pity that this blood is too little. There are so many of you, but there's not enough blood."

Marquis Orlov whispered:
"How can it be enough?"

Xanthium looked around, then took out a coin and dipped it on the dead mutant.

"There are many areas in the STR-56 space station that are far away from the controllable nuclear fusion reactor. Lord Marquis Orlov, the living bodies that still exist in those places will provide us with sufficient elements."

Elements... Even if the body mutates, isn't it still carbon?What's the difference?
Xanthium has no explanation.

Then he came to a vent and threw the bloody coin into it.

"That's probably enough."

The blood-stained coins moved forward in the ventilation ducts, turning countless corners, bringing a small amount of special blood to many corners of the lower level of the STR-56 space city, where they were contaminated by some mutated rats and the powerful Xiao Qiang. , fell into a pedestrian passage, and continued to fall like fresh blood food after being snatched by a group of mutants to no avail.

It seems to have its own purpose, so it always moves forward in search of its own goal despite widespread infection.

It goes down along various pipes that are damaged or still intact.

……

……

A moment later, on the lower level of the Starlink STR-56 space city, in a production workshop far away from the controlled nuclear fusion reactor.

This place has been abandoned by the survivors of the upper levels of the space city. To this day, there is no normal human being at all. The strange thing is that human voices can still be heard in the workshop that has stopped working.

"Three twos, a three and a four, anyone want them?"

The voice was not clear, and it sounded like there was an abscess in the mouth.

But this workshop has long been without power supply, and the entire workshop is dark. No one can see the condition of the people who are making noises in the workshop.

The voice sounded excited.

"Wang Zha!
A five!

Won!That piece of bread is mine! "

Another annoyed voice sounded, but this voice was not human at all:
"Grumble rumble..."

Another hoarse electronic voice sounded immediately:
"No, the rules are wrong, you can't have three with two, this one doesn't count!"

The first voice got angry directly:

"I fuck you..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of "Gulu" sounded again, and the gnawing and cracking screams immediately triggered an explosion. A sound wave crashed all the doors and windows in the workshop, leaving the whole scene in a mess.

The almost dead space finally changed when a bloody, dirty coin fell from the ventilation duct onto the minced meat in the center of the room.

(End of this chapter)