From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 455, Victor, Another Victor, So Many Victors
"Six days left in the year?"

"Six days left in the year?"

"There are still six days left in the year!"

This sentence seemed to become a nightmare and began to replay over and over in the mind of this young rat man. What else, what else, there were still a few days left in the year, six days left, and a year.

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable panic.

It's like drowning and then suddenly waking up.

Covering his head, the young and wealthy guy began to struggle in pain and rolled down from the luxurious and soft chair. The secretary on the side wanted to come over to support him, but strangely, she missed.

Everything is fading, just because of the clarity of one question.

There are still six days left in the year.

There are still six days until the end of the year.

Another year has passed.

Everything around him was fading. A prisoner recalled his memories, and naturally, this illusory space began to collapse.

In the observation room, peeking at the laboratory in front through the one-way glass wall, nothing has changed. Experiment No. 2 is still lying obediently on the chair, but the shrill alarm has sounded.

On the wall of the laboratory, on the large screen that allowed them to see everything, everything gradually dimmed, leaving only the young rat man, the young guy with a tired face. He raised his head in the darkness, as if he was spying on something, or as if he was looking at some guy.

He said tiredly but through gritted teeth.

“Another year has passed!”

The image went dark because the subject had removed the helmet from his head.

He should not be able to remember his memories of the past two hundred years. His entire life has been frozen on that day two hundred years ago. This is the price to pay for immortality. The rat engineers have deleted his memory. Every year of the past two hundred years has been deleted. He should not be able to remember anything.

But look at his current appearance, tired, haggard, gritting his teeth, he doesn't look like a young ratman, but rather like a madman whose spirit is about to reach its limit.

The rat engineer who was observing all this, looked at the abnormal behavior of Experiment No. 2, made a decision, and waved his arms.

"Control him and give him a sedative, quickly!"

This is a very precious experimental subject, the one that has experienced the second most reincarnations in the hands of the rat engineers. It is an important material for the longevity plan and no problems can be allowed to occur to it.

Before the assistants of the rat engineer could take action, the weathered and tired young rat man stood up from the experimental bed. He walked unsteadily and unsteadily.

There was nothing wrong with his body. The ratmen engineers used rigorous technology, including mature biological memory and restoration techniques, to freeze his body forever at that moment two hundred years ago. His muscles had not atrophied due to lying down for a long time.

In fact, this Experiment No. 2 is almost the same as he was two hundred years ago. The only difference is in terms of body, including the brain.

This shouldn't be the case. This situation is hard to understand. Isn't a living thing just a mass of flesh made up of cells at the microscopic level? Memories are stored in billions of synapses. Personality comes from hormones and external influences. Talents are determined by small differences in the birth process.

The rats should have been able to stop individual humans from dying naturally, and they had already conquered the problem of telomere attrition. Biotechnology has been the absolute mainstream of the Rat Empire in the past three hundred years. In the headquarters of the Royal Rat Engineers Association, there is a biological exhibition that records a rat's life from genes to each cell slice to the final macroscopic combination. Such an exhibition was completed a hundred years ago.

The rat people themselves should have no secrets from each other.

But why, but why, their attempts at immortality are always so difficult.

One experimental subject after another, even if their bodies did not show any signs of aging, their memories did not change at all, their brains were still so young, and the diseases were far away from them, but they would still die suddenly at some point.

And will ramble madly before dying.

The rat engineers have never figured out why this is happening, but now, perhaps there is a way that will allow them to understand why their attempts always end in failure.

The second experimental subject of the Immortality Project is very special. He seems to have recalled all his experiences in the past two hundred years.

Staggering, step by step, until it slammed hard into the silver wall.

The expression is extremely ferocious.

"Victor, Victor! I know you are watching me, get out, get out! I want to see you! I'm dying! I want to see you!"

He seemed to know something. He seemed to know that the ratmen engineers were looking at him from behind this wall, shouting loudly with ferocious faces, calling Victor's name. This made the ratmen engineer hesitate.

At this time, a team of guards arrived, broke into the laboratory, and grabbed the young rat man.

With very skillful movements, they pried open the mouth of Subject No. 2. They had a lot of white pills in their hands, and they were about to pour them into the mouth of Subject No. 2, which triggered a struggle. Subject No. 2 struggled continuously, and shouted Victor's name loudly.

The rat engineer in a white coat made his choice and stopped the guards through the microphone.

Beside him, the ratman assistants witnessed the ratman engineer making his decision. They did not stop him, but instead cast strange glances at him.

Those rude rat guards left, and soon after, the rat engineer entered the laboratory. When he entered the laboratory, subject No. 2 was also looking at him.

Suddenly, he uttered a strange sentence.

"You bastard, you've become a young boy this time!"

Such a simple sentence made the rat engineer frown. He did not investigate further because during the entire research process, the experimental subjects would often talk nonsense.

Experienced ratmen engineers would not delve too deeply into these experiments.

There was just one thing he couldn't figure out, and that was the name of Subject No. 2 in front of him. Why did he know his name? He clearly remembered that he had never had any contact with this guy before.

This shouldn't be the case. He was sure that he had never come into contact with Subject No. 2.

This vicissitudes of life, tired and young rat man, he helped himself to climb up little by little from the ground. Victor looked at his crazy appearance and asked with a frown.

"How did you know my name? How did you know the name Victor?"

This sentence made the guy in front of him start laughing wildly.

"How did I know your name?"

"You're more pathetic than I thought, you bastard, but I'm going to be free, I'm going to be free!"

"You bastards have locked me up for two hundred years. I'm finally going to be free!"

"Who else can tell me your name! Victor, Victor, who else can tell me your name! Victor, brown-haired, the great forerunner!"

"It's you! You told me your name!"

He laughed so hard that tears came out and wet the hair on his face. He couldn't close his mouth while laughing. He couldn't close his mouth while laughing.

"I am about to be liberated! You poor creature! You poor creature!"

Amid the crazy words, the guards rushed in from outside the laboratory again. They strode forward and even bumped into Victor, causing his body to tilt.

Subject No. 2 was once again held up, and a large number of white pills were forced into his mouth. Soon, another memory recovery was about to begin.

This has happened more than once in the past two hundred years. The poor guy was struggling constantly, first roaring angrily.

"I won't. I will never go back. You damned things, I will never let you manipulate me again!"

But it is obvious that he has no control over whether he will be manipulated or not.

The problem the rat engineers are facing now is that they have clearly erased their memories time and time again, and nothing has been missed, but these rats whose memories have been restored will still remember something at some point.

This is something that shouldn't happen. After all, the billions of synapses in their brains have been restored one by one, so it would be impossible to retain their memories even if they wanted to.

But things like this always happen.

This guy who was about to be revived, the Experiment No. 2, suddenly remembered something while struggling and roaring. He was no longer afraid or angry, but laughed wildly.

"You can't restrain me anymore. I'm dying! I'm dying! I'm finally dying!"

He looked crazy and shouted loudly. Who would have known that he was a young rat businessman just an hour ago, but turned into such a madman an hour later.

His principles and experiences were telling him one thing, repeatedly telling him one thing, which was not to listen, not to listen to the words of these experimental subjects.

But why, why does he know my name?
Victor found it difficult to think about this question and covered his head. Soon, more people entered the laboratory, accompanied by panicked shouts.

Subject No. 2 died. Yes, he died just like that. He no longer responded to the outside world, and his brain no longer produced the slightest fluctuation.

Strictly and accurately speaking, Subject No. 2 is not actually dead in the biological sense, because every part of his body and every cell are still alive, including his silent brain, in which every neuron is alive. But he is still dead and will no longer respond to the outside world. He has become silent.

Experiment No. 2 died, and Victor suddenly lost the material for his research. Later, the Royal Institution of Engineers should punish him. After all, Experiment No. 2 was a very precious material, but now, this material died in his hands.

He felt a little confused. So what should he do now?

His experience and skills told him that the most important thing to do now was to write a report as soon as possible and distance himself from the matter completely.

But for some reason, he suddenly lost his enthusiasm and was extremely confused.

What Victor didn't notice was that in the observation room, the looks of his ratman assistants and his ratman garrisons had become even more strange.

The gazes falling on him were becoming more and more dangerous, but he didn't notice it. He just sat blankly in front of the long table, staring at the empty laboratory in front of him. The experimental reports on the table were piled up in a mess.

In recent years, the hot topic in the Rat Empire is not only the immortality plan, but another technology has also been proposed, a technology that is also epoch-making and can change everything.

Artificial intelligence technology.

The prospects of this technology are unquestionable. It can change almost everything. The Skaven Empire needs this technology.

What is difficult to understand is that this artificial intelligence technology was only popular in the Ratman Empire for a very short period of time and then disappeared without a trace.

It is closely related to the misbehavior of the rat engineers. These guys always come up with some weird solutions to some technologies.

Artificial intelligence is not a completely safe technology. It can change everything and also destroy everything.

The Skaven engineers did not care about the danger and rushed along the narrow branch of the line based on the technology and understanding they had.

Victor finally overcame his fatigue. He was a professional ratman engineer, a ratman engineer who was about to become a great pioneer. He would not be completely depressed because of such sudden confusion.

But damn, I still have to hurry up and write a report to fool those bastards from the Royal Rat Engineers Association.

He was going to start his experiment again. He would never give up until the real result was born.

This guy became excited again, but just when he was about to do something, a rat man assistant came behind him and without much nonsense, hit him hard with a stick.

In an instant, Victor, who had been excited, became silent and collapsed on the table with his eyes rolled up.

A ratman assistant came over with a thick notebook. He opened the cover and saw Victor's name densely written on the thick book.

He put a check mark after another Victor's name, the number was (31124), and closed the thick notebook. On the cover of the notebook, a big "" was printed on it.

(End of this chapter)