Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2850 Tear Marks Of The Son Of The Moon III

Not knowing how long it has passed, the boy woke up from a container.

There was a kind of nagging feeling. The body was soaked in a thick blue liquid, which was neither uncomfortable nor comfortable. The liquid was gradually pumped away, and when the water level dropped enough for him to reveal a head, a sound came from outside the container.

"Are you awake?" It was the voice of the mysterious man before.

prior to? Why is it "before"? The teenager was a little confused. He hadn't heard the sound of that sound, but it sounded familiar, as if he had heard it not too long ago.

"Remember who you are?" The mysterious voice asked again.

The teenager shook his head. Even if I try to think back, I can't remember anything.

"Don't worry, this is normal." Mysterious voice said, saying a bunch of teenagers did not understand: "The transformation was very successful, n373. You are the only experimental body that survived after receiving the n series of reagents, The compatibility between the reagent and you is also very ideal. The compatibility is very high, even exceeding the previous a series of experimental body a07-dd. Your body will continue to reshape in the process of continuous destruction and regeneration until it becomes [ The perfect creature]. The process of destruction and regeneration begins with the brain. Defects and resetting of memory are almost inevitable. Don't care. Think of this as a rebirth. From the original one that has been abandoned by the world You, regenerate into the perfect creature n373. "

(Perfect creature?)

The teenager tried to observe his body in a fluid that was constantly falling. His body was covered with a strange kind of fine scales, like fish scales, but they were perfectly integrated with the skin of the boy.

His body looks strange. But without memory, he didn't feel the contradiction of all this. Now that he doesn't remember what he should look like, what should he use to determine whether he looks weird or normal now?

As that fluid was drained, the teenager's body began to faint.

"Oh, forgot to say." The source of the mysterious voice appeared at the door of the room, and the man in the white robe came in: "The culture fluid originally had analgesic effect. Once the supply is stopped, the continuous destruction and regeneration in your body will Bring you pain. "

"Woo!" The boy half-knelt in the glass container and began to suffer from the pain. The body seems to be cracking.

"I can give you more painkillers, but they are addictive. At this stage it's fine." The man opened easily and wrapped the weird scaly boy with a towel: "Grit your teeth and bear it. From your compatibility level, the pain will disappear after one year, at most one month. After the pain completely disappears, you will be completely reborn. "

The teenager did not answer. The pain from head to toe, from inside to outside, and top to bottom is still suffering from him. As if every flesh on the body is fragmented and reborn, every cell is destroyed and then recombined. It was an unspeakable, deep-hearted pain.

"I" he whispered, "Who am I?"

"Good question, who are you?" The man hummed. "I picked up the dying you from the wild. With your consent, I transformed you into a perfect creature. Other than that, I don't know Your life. "

The child looked at the man, staring at each other's eyes. He saw through the soul of the other person. He knew that most of what the man said was true, but what the man was hiding.

A man probably knows at least the original name of the boy. But I don't know why, the man refused to tell him the boy's name.

"Your past is so meaningless and worthless. Forget it. From now on you will be experiment n373. I gave you a powerful life, and every cell on you belongs to me. Be honest My institute until I finish my research, n373. "

The man called a teenager by his number. It is cold and inorganic like that, without emotion. That man probably passed on a message to the teenager in this way. The relationship between them was only the experimenter and the subject, and there would be no emotional connection.

"So, I'll take you to your room." The man said, "Except for three meals a day, you have to assist me in my research for the rest of the day; you can't take painkillers other than sleeping at night. Okay. ?"

The boy nodded. He knew he couldn't expect anything from this man. He knew that his shelter was not here, and the experiments here were only temporary.

despite this--

The teenager who was delivered to the room sat on the cold bed and curled his body, but felt a slight peace of mind.

"Then, see you later," the man said, turning and planning to leave.

"Wait--" the boy asked awkwardly, in a husky voice. It seemed that his throat didn't belong to him.

"What's your name?"

"Just call me a professor." The other responded.

However, the teenager was not satisfied with this answer. Although he was not satisfied, there was no way to express it in words, so he was anxious and shook his head vigorously:

"Your first name."

"Really. Just knowing that you are not satisfied with calling me a professor." The other side meditated for a few seconds with his cheeks: "Okay. You can call me"

"——Menice." The man left after the next sentence.

"Menny--" What else did the boy want to say.

"Thank you." He wanted to thank him awkwardly, but the other party had gone far and did not hear his voice at all.

Why thank you? The teenager couldn't help asking himself. The other party obviously experimented with his body and transformed him into this. But his intuition told him that he should at least thank him. Without that man, he might have died now.

Alive or dead, what kind of true happiness is uncertain.

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The boy was lying on the bed, curled up tighter, and endured the endless pain.

The day passed.

The man did say the right thing, he was experimenting with the boy's body. Various electric shock and tingling experiments were performed on adolescents, and sometimes he felt more pain than the pain that already existed, although his body was able to heal itself in a short time.

Another day passed.

The same experiment is still ongoing. The man named Menis didn't have any feelings for the teenager. Even if the teenager cried because of the pain in the experiment, he continued the experiments without expression.

Then, a month passed.

Teenagers have become accustomed to various electric shock experiments, and even experiments of cutting various tissues of the body with a scalpel. It's not because he can tolerate the pain, it's not because he is brave, but because he knows that he has no place to hide except this place. Without any memory, he didn't know where he should go. If the experiment here was over, he would have nowhere to go.

Still, it should hurt

"The self-healing ability has deteriorated" While examining the body of the teenager, the man sent the flesh and tissue of the teenager's arm to an electron microscope for observation: "The self-healing ability of the n-series has also come to an end. Can't the regeneration ability keep up with the damage? Obviously, albino ancestral individuals have been specifically selected for experiments. Is such a pure gene not enough? "

Lying on the operating table, the teenager whose body was bloodied by a scalpel, listened silently to all this. His body is still healing, although he can feel that his ability to heal is not as good as before.

"No. No. Is it because the subject's own genes and n-factors are mutually exclusive, can't there be a perfect fusion?" The man was still talking to himself. Juveniles can feel the seriousness of the matter from the other person's tone.

"Am I, will I die?" The boy whispered.

"Everyone will die, n373. There are no immortals in the world, even if you have inherited the Nippon Long factor." The man said, "You are just, um, more difficult than others to die. . "

"But still dead?"

"It will still die." The other responded: "And your regeneration ability suddenly deteriorated. I don't know what went wrong, but you can't even survive the stable period according to this trend."

He threw a towel over it and covered it on the teenager who was covered with crimson: "The experiment was suspended. Go back to your room and stay there. Those painkillers will passivate your self-healing ability, so tonight You can't take painkillers. You're going to have a very long night, get ready. "

The boy got up in pain, panting in a low voice.

Outside the laboratory, another child was shaking. The child also seemed to be an experimental subject, who came to peek because of curiosity.

"What are you doing, a07-dd?" The man rebuked, "This is not where you come from, and contact with other subjects is strictly prohibited! Go back to your room!"

The child with a **** bandage stuck out his tongue and turned away.

That evening.

As the "professor" said, it was a difficult night. The teenager has never tried to stay overnight without painkillers because the constant pain on his body keeps him from falling asleep at all.

His body is changing.

Rebirth gradually couldn't keep up with the damage. Lying on the bed, he felt himself dissolving, and the scales began to fall from him.

Will i die? He huddled tightly with constant pain, weeping and asking himself in horror.

His skin is cracking. The bright red stained the sheets. That man might have expected it to be this way, and even already prepared another set of new sheets for the teenager.

pain! It hurts! Unbelievable pain!

Pala la la. His body made strange sounds, as if the sound of bones being crushed came from the deepest part of his body.

Nose blood and tooth blood were flowing, and even bright red poured from his ears and corners of his eyes. Internal organs are being damaged, atrophied, and bleeding. The power of destruction exceeds the power of regeneration, so that destructive force is violent in his body, holding every cell of him wantonly.

He could do nothing but endure. However, he could not bear it anymore.

"Save me!" He twitched frantically in bed, crying, but no one would come to save him. He sank in despair, waiting for his body to tear apart, waiting for the imminent death of the impending death.

(If death is the real relief-)

(If you die, you won't feel the pain anymore, then-)

Embracing the idea of ​​arrogance, he bit his **** panic. Although he knows that he has the ability to regenerate, he may not die because of this, but only aggravates his pain.

(Please, anyone can!)

(Stop this pain !!!)

Then, as if any **** suddenly heard his wish, a phantom appeared in front of him.

That figure is, another him.