Douluo Dalu - The Story of Sheng Feilong

Within the confounds of an undisclosed location, an old man casually sat in a comfortable chair,taking a sip from the glass of wine on the table next to him. The man wore completely white clothes that matched his head full of white hair and his long beard.

On a chair across from him sat another old man. Unlike the first one, he looked unhealthily thin andhad a badly balding head and a stubbly beard. Dark tear sacks had formed beneath hhis eyes and his greyish clothes were in disarray. Still, he smiled for the whole time while facing the first old man.

Putting down his glass of wine, the white haired old man finally looked at the man across of him. "So, how have the experiments been going? You've had quite some time by now, but I haven't received a single report until now. I even had to come personally – Just who do you think you are to let me wait?"

The thin, bald old man still continued to smile, quickly standing up and pulling out a few sheets of paper before handing them to the first man. He didn't seem intimidated at all and casually began to speak in an unhurried manner. "Please forgive me, Sir, we didn't find the right time to make a report yet. A man of your standing is always so busy; We really couldn't do anything about it."

Taking the documents from the thin man's hands, the white haired old man skimmed over them. For a while, the room was silent. Just as the thin old man was about to sit down again, the white haired old man spoke up. "What is with this trash? I was expecting a report and you hand me a useless list of dead people?"

"Oh no, Sir, please don't misunderstand. They aren't casualties but material components. They themselves were too weak so recycled them instead, turning their blood into purified essence. But even then, we only managed to create twelve portions of the serum. We took the twelve with the highest bloodline purity and started the experiments with the newly created serum." The thin old man said while pouring himself a glass of wine.

The white haired old man didn't bother with his attitude and instead just continued his questions with a cold look on his face. "And the results of that experiment?" The thin old man smiled, looking the other man straight into the eyes, but his smile had vanished. "Three died on the spot, six lost their rationality, one turned into a full fledged beast – a really interesting result – and two of them are still holding on, with various changes to their bodies, like mutations, times where they lose their rationality for a moment as well or just outright lose consciousness before waking up while screaming from pain."

The white haired old man remained silent for a moment, staring at the thin old man. "...So you have no results to speak of? Then, do you have any speculations for the two who are still holding on?" The thin old man showed a toothy smile at the question. "Why don't you come and see fr yourself, Sir? Coincidentally, it's almost time for a few tests to be made on one of them."

A while later, the two old men stood in front of a big window overseeing a operation room of some sorts. In the middle of the room stood a big bench with a naked person on top of it. His hands and feet were fixed with thick metal cuffs and their posture spread out on the bench. Six people in white coats with green hats stood around the table, going through various tools while discussing things from time to time.

The white haired old man indifferently looked at the situation below, not minding the naked man on the bench in the slightest. He quietly observed the white coated men and their tools before turning to the thin old man at his side. "Why does the subject have a bag over his head?"

Still smiling, the thin old man replied with an amused tone. "I didn't like his face. Constantly crying, pleading for mercy or roaring in rage; He was just too unsightly. So I told them to hide his face and give him some drugs so he shuts up."

The white haired old man just stared at the thin old man with contempt, but remembering the latter's eccentric personality, he refrained from saying anything. The thin old man ignored the stare, happily looking at the scene below and then spoke up again. "Oh, it seems like they're starting now, Sir. The interesting part is about to begin."

The white coated men in the room below started applying various needles with tubes attached to them to the person on the bench, piercing them into the veins of his arms and even his neck. The person on the bench didn't react in the slightest, as if he was already dead. One of the white coated men brought forth a syringe with a syrupy reddish fluid in it and just rammed it into the person's chest, then pushed the fluid into the subjects body.

The person on the table still didn't react and the white coated man pushed of of the liquid in before removing the syringe. Now, all of the white coated men took a step or two back and waited. A few moments passed before a gurgling sound could be heard. His body began shaking more and more violently and soon animalistic roars could be heard; The man on the bench sounded nothing like a human but more like a beast!

As he continued to roar, his body slowly changed. Light brown fur began covering his whole body, as well as his arms and legs, his muscles bulged and retracted violently again and again while his screams became more and more twisted. The person tried to rip himself free from the metal cuffs, straining his muscles so much that obvious injuries could be seen near his shoulders; They were dislocated by the persons own force.

Ripping sounds could be heard and blood began pouring out from between the fur, but the wounds healed so fast that it could be seen by the naked eye. This continued for nearly twenty minutes until the persons light brown fur slowly started to become a more yellowish colour, slowly turning more vibrant until it was nearly golden. The person became more and more violent the longer the procedure continued, but when the fur had nearly completely turned golden, the violent thrashing suddenly stopped.

The persons body twitched for a while and the nearly golden fur suddenly turned pitch black and completely lost its luster. The persons body just slumped down, not moving other then the occasional twitch of their muscles. After that the black fur slowly started to fall out, leaving the person with no hair on their body, just like at the beginning.

The bench was now painted red and blood dripped down at the sides, while some had even splashed onto the white coated men, who now stepped up to the bench again and started to take blood samples directly from the persons body and removing the various needles. After everything was done, five of them pushed the bench with the person on it out of the room, while the remaining one turned around to face the window where the white haired old man and the thin old men stood. He shook his head in disappointment before leaving the room as well.

"It seems like this marks another failure. Though we'll have to await the blood tests to say that for sure." The thin man said with a light sigh before turning back to face the white haired old man. "So, what do you think, Sir? Are the experiments to your satisfaction?"

The white haired old man looked as indifferent as before, as if he didn't see anything that had happened inside the operation room just now and faced the thin old man again. "What about the other one? You said two of them were still ready to be experimented on?"

"Yes, other than this boy, there's still a girl around the same age as him. Her bloodline isn't quite as pure as the boy's, but still much purer than the other's. Though I have to admit, what really surprised me is her stubbornness; Unlike the boy, she didn't beg for mercy or anything. Instead, she remained silent for the whole time, only viciously staring at my staff, ha, ha. Some even said they don't want to be involved in her experiments because they're scared of her.", the thin old man said while laughing about his own staff members.

The white haired old man didn't care about it, though, and just continued to stare at the thin old man. "So? Where is she?" The thin old man stopped laughing, facing the white haired old man with a serious expression again. "She's recovering. We did some experiments on her yesterday. The intensity is a few times that of the experiments we can do on the boy; Her endurance is truly amazing. If we don't give her time to rest for at least a day, she would just die like the rest of them."

The white haired old man nodded indifferently again and started to walk away. The thin old man quickly walked after him, always remaining half a step behind. They walked to an elevator at the end of the hallway and boarded it. Walking out at the end of their ride, the white haired old man glanced at the thin old man and threw a token to him. "Inform me immediately when there's any new developments. You know where to find me."

Catching the token, the thin old man looked at it and smiled at the white haired old man's back. Lightly waving his left hand, he spoke to the white haired old man in a casual voice. "Certainly. If there's anything worth reporting, we'll immediately inform you, Elder Thosun..."