Doomsday Roulette

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"It's already past two in the morning and I've just finished this chapter. I can't add more today, but I'll continue tomorrow..."

“Liu Zhenghong, Dr. Liu, Sister Liu...” Dr. He lay weakly on the experiment table, completely naked, and the wounds from the Yama Tree's branches had been smeared with an unknown medication. His injuries were healing.

Liu Zhenghong, along with two assistants and the now smaller Yama Tree, stood to the side, staring at the wound.

“Very good, the healing ability is rated A+. Record the current blood pressure, body temperature, and the frequency of heart tremors.”

Ignoring Dr. He's words, Liu Zhenghong instructed her assistants while taking out a set of gleaming silver tools from the box she brought.

These tools were specially made for her by Ye Zhongming.

“Save me, save me, and I will tell you a secret.” Dr. He felt a deep-seated fear in his soul.

As an expert in genetic inheritance, he was acutely aware that in this world, many things are far more terrifying than death.

Seeing Liu Zhenghong's demeanor, he understood that dealing with him was not a whim of Ye Zhongming or Liu Zhenghong; it was premeditated. They had already decided how to handle him.

Although Liu Zhenghong did not have the reputation of the Red Creator in this life, she was still someone who created gene warriors. The thought of possibly becoming her test subject left him feeling numb from head to tail.

When he experimented on other living beings, the wails and screams of those lives, the mutations that occurred without any anesthesia, the soul-ripping pain made him involuntarily recall the twisted expressions of those lives and the desperation in their eyes when they begged for a quick end. At this moment, under the onslaught of these thoughts, Dr. He had lost any principles and bottom lines.

As long as Liu Zhenghong would spare him, he was willing to pay any price.

“A secret?” Liu Zhenghong chuckled coldly, her hands never pausing. “What secrets does this world need? Treasures?”

“No, no, it's the research results from the divine hall! It's the results of our director's research!”

Liu Zhenghong smiled, showing no interest at all in the reaction Dr. He had hoped for.

“Do you know? I see the essence of the divine hall within you.” As she spoke, she injected a bottle of blood-red liquid into his left kidney amidst Dr. He's cries of 'What is that? What is that?'

“What you call research is merely the assembly of genetic organs. You don't study how to eliminate rejection, you don't study how to achieve smooth genetic integration, and you don't study how to truly create life. Instead, you focus your energy on how to assemble a more advanced life form.”

Liu Zhenghong continued to observe the values displayed on the instrument. Based on the changes, she injected unknown substances into various organs of Dr. He, including a tube of brownish-black, worm-shaped life form. She used her characteristic mocking tone to speak to Dr. He, whose consciousness was already starting to blur.

“You are not a research institute; you are a store. The only difference from the previous merchandise of baby formula and spicy strips is that now, it's all about mutated life forms.”

Saying this, Liu Zhenghong lifted Dr. He's eyelid to examine the changes in his pupils, and continued, “You know, I’m quite suspicious. The organisms you create, won't the magic crystals be rejected by the roulette?”

Dr. He was now too weak to argue. He felt extremely uncomfortable but had no power to retaliate.

“Oh, what you call your director's secret is just experimenting on humans, right? I already know, you don’t need to tell me.”

As soon as he said this, there was a sudden change in Dr. He's indicators on the instrument before returning to calm.

“Thank you for providing me with such a good test subject. Don’t worry, Dr. He, you won’t die; you will simply exist in another form. Perhaps in the near future, you will represent the pinnacle of technology from Cloud Summit.”