King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 744 Eye of God

"Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock!"

In the dim basement, water leaked from somewhere and dripped down, appearing so clearly in this extremely silent space.

This place feels like a prison, with dying chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, as powerless as the people in the cells along the corridor.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, followed by a strong smell of disinfectant.

After hearing this, the people in the cell shrank their thin bodies, even though the smell would make their wounds heal faster.

"despair!"

The footsteps stopped in front of a dungeon whose walls were covered with scratches.

At this time, the people locked in the narrow cages barely had a little vitality - they could hear faint gasps from inside the iron cages.

"Open."

"No...no, I've been very obedient..., I've taken all your medicines..."

The curled up figure in the cage cried out in fear when he heard the cage lock being opened.

As he cried, he took out bottles and jars from the moldy little bed behind him. He opened them all and found they were empty.

Holding up the medicine jar that was cleaner than the air, the man forced a flattering smile through his scarred face with tears in his eyes.

"That's why you are qualified to be a test subject." The man in a white robe who looked like a doctor smiled slightly.

After laughing, his tone suddenly turned cold.

"Pull him out!"

"No...I won't go out! I won't go out!"

Thinking of the fate of those who were taken away, the man's fear grew even greater. He hugged the steel pipe beside him like crazy and stuffed his head tightly into his arms.

"come out!"

Soon, two sturdy Fatui squeezed into the cage. They each held one leg and tried to pull the subject out.

"Bah!"

With such great force, the clothes on the man, which had not been washed for who knows how many days, were torn to pieces by the Fatui.

But it was obvious that the expressions of the people present did not change at all. Perhaps in their eyes, the person crying in front of them was not a human being at all.

And from the outside, it was indeed so. The man's torso and limbs were covered with various scars, some of which were healed, some were scabbed, and some were bleeding.

There are countless spots on his skin, making him look like a patchwork.

"Gulu——"

As they tore apart, blood gushed out from the wounds that had not yet healed, staining the arms of the two Fatui red.

But even so, the two Fatui still showed no mercy. They violently tore and pulled the scarred, skinny boy in front of them.

After a while of stalemate, the two Fatui seemed to understand something. They consciously let go of the subject's thighs and let him curl up near the steel pipe.

"Sir, he seems..."

"I understand!" The doctor's eyes sparkled, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Take a mixture of No. 65 grinding powder, No. 34 medicine, No. 56 subcutaneous injection, and No. 21 stimulant for three weeks to significantly increase your strength..."

The doctor was muttering something excitedly. He saw the bright red on the subject's thigh. The wound that had just been torn had healed in such a short time.

So he laughed even more happily.

"Perhaps it should also be added that it can significantly improve self-healing ability..."

"Go report it to the higher-ups and tell them that we have developed a new drug combination that can improve your strength."

"Tell the logistics department to increase the supply of those medicines, and send over a hundred new test subjects!"

The doctor turned around and gave a series of instructions to the recorder behind him. He wanted to make sure whether the effect of this medicine could be replicated on a large scale.

If that were possible, the Fatui's strength would take a leap forward, and he might be able to climb to a higher position as a result.

"Hahaha!" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. This laughter was very arrogant, making the experimental subject in the cage tremble even more violently.

"Oh, I almost forgot about your great contribution." After laughing, the doctor turned his attention back to the experimental subject.

The doctor couldn't help but frown when he saw him burying his head in his arms, curling up like a hairless hedgehog, looking helpless.

"Come out yourself!" the doctor shouted in a stern tone.

The trembling man didn't reply, he just hugged his arms tighter. Even if he was beaten to death here, it would be much better than turning into a monster outside.

"Okay." The doctor nodded, and then ordered the debt collector beside him:

"Cut off both of his hands."

"clear."

The debt collector didn't hesitate at all, and bent down and entered the cramped cell. He didn't even use invisibility, and it was unnecessary to deal with these experimental subjects who were weaker than ordinary people.

"Let me go...let me go...I haven't done anything bad..."

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, the man huddled in a ball became extremely frightened. His voice was hoarse with sobs.

But the debt handler has heard this voice so many times that he has no sense of it anymore.

The debt collector reached out and grabbed the subject's bamboo-like arm, but as soon as he grabbed the arm, the subject in front of him began to struggle violently.

"Let me go!!! I won't go out!!! I won't go out!!!"

After the extreme fear, he turned into hysterical madness. The man's thin limbs kept flapping, hoping to change his fate.

And he did change.

"boom!!!"

The corpse with half of its head missing fell at the feet of the subject. He looked at his arm with trembling pupils. It was red and white and sticky like mud.

[Do you want to go out now, Zahn?]

Strange words came to his mind, and what made Zahn cry even more was that the man called out his long lost name.

It’s not that cold number, but the “Zen” that friends and relatives once called.

But now they...

Zen clenched his palms in a daze. He picked up the hunting knife that had fallen on the ground, squeezed it lightly, and the blade bent down.

He seems to have... great power?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zain laughed, his whole body trembling. Under his disheveled hair and face, his eyes were red.

As fearful as he was before, as resentful he was now. No... maybe the hatred was even greater than the fear.

He had been imprisoned for many years, and only today did he have the opportunity to resist. In just a few breaths, countless images of revenge appeared in Zain's mind, and each of them made him feel extremely excited.

[The feeling of hatred running through your body is indeed unforgettable, but before you are consumed by hatred, I suggest you look around you. ]

The voice in his mind sounded again. Zaen lowered his gaze and suddenly found that a bright glass bead had appeared next to him.

The glass bead was pitch black, but the outside was tightly wrapped by a fiery red outline. Now, the outside of the glass bead was flickering with fire, emitting waves of warm heat.

【Did you see that, Zahn?】

"God... Eye of God..."

With blood all over his face, Zeen grabbed the glass bead beside him, feeling the strength and warmth on his chest, and his tears mixed with blood dripped down.

He once had absolute faith in the gods, because according to legend, when a person's desire is extremely strong, the gods will look at him.

Later, Zeen didn't believe it, because he had seen countless strong desires here, which were the desire to survive when the experimental subjects were dragged out.

Zahn didn't think anyone had a stronger desire than them. This place was made of steel, and they were weaker than normal children.

But even so, those dying people still left hideous claw marks on the steel.

From the beginning to the end, no god was willing to even look at them, as if they were born to squat in a dark corner and be trampled upon by others.

(End of this chapter)