"Blood test..."
"Fat percentage covering 12%..."
"Magic mark activity test..."
Dean lay down and let the youth test his body. He closed his eyes and thought about his own things.
When all the required specimens were collected, the youth helped Dean up and said nervously, "You can go to the side and rest for a while."
Dean looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"
The youth's face changed slightly. He bowed his head and said, "My name is Sang Ba."
"Sang Ba..." Dean muttered and nodded slightly. He got up from the bed and condensed a magic blade on his severed knee. He stood on the ground and pierced the floor, creating a crack. He walked toward the rest area on the other side of the back hall.
At lunchtime, a maidservant brought over a medium-well steak and a cup of milk.
After eating, Dean lay on the sofa and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
Fei Yue stayed in the small room, concentrating on learning the knowledge in the super chip. Other masters transferred from the Monastery and the Monster Research Institute were busy with the experimental tasks given to them by Fei Yue.
In the afternoon, Dean saw three ragged girls, who looked seven or eight years old, being led to the back hall by a golden armored Wilderness Guard.
"Sir, the experimental subjects you wanted are here," the golden armored Wilderness Guard said respectfully.
An old man wearing a white coat and a monocle came forward and soon frowned. He pinched his nose and said, "It stinks. Where did you find them?"
"From the slums. They don't have household registration," the golden armored Wilderness Guard said respectfully.
The old man frowned and waved his hand, "Take them out to wash. Don't send such dirty things here in the future. Don't stain this place!"
The golden-armored Desolate Guard jumped in fright and hurriedly said, "Yes, I'll take them to wash up." With that said, he grabbed the three girls who were looking around in confusion and quickly left the rear hall.
Dean, who was lying on the sofa not far away, opened his eyes and watched the scene. After the golden armored Desolate Guard left, the old man seemed to be aware of something. He tilted his head and looked at Dean. When their eyes met, the old man's mouth revealed a rich smile. He licked his lips, like a hungry prey appreciating a delicious dinner.
Dean closed his eyes and ignored it.
At night, the three clean little girls were sent into the hall. The old man wearing a monocle led them to a separate laboratory room. Not long after, the little girls' screams and cries could be heard from inside.
The voice came abruptly and ended abruptly.
Dean slightly frowned, turned around and continued to close his eyes.
"You are quite honest. Why didn't you go out for a stroll today?" Crimson Moon came to Dean's side and said with a smile.
Dean opened one eye and glanced at her, "Have you finished?"
Crimson Moon stretched lazily, revealing the slender figure of a lovely young girl. "I'm tired from watching, so let's take a break. The people of the old era really do have some redeeming qualities. Perhaps in the future, we will be able to create nuclear weapons, conquer the earth, and reclaim the absolute ruling position of the human race!"
Dean was too lazy to talk. These things were too far away for him.
Crimson Moon's eyes sparkled. She was full of confidence for the future. Seeing that Dean ignored her, she didn't say anything more. Humming a classic song from the old era, she turned around and left.
The next day, Dean's first physical examination report came out.
The report was sent directly to the desk in Crimson Moon's small room. Dean didn't have a chance to look at it. Instead, he cooperated with Sang Ba and continued the second specimen collection.
Time flew.
Dean had been in the back hall for half a month. Every day, he had to complete a specimen collection. Every day, the changes in his body data would be sent to Crimson Moon. He was just like a lab rat in a cage being injected.
In this half a month, the golden armor Desolate Guard had sent some "experimental subjects" one after another. Most of them were "untouchables" from slums without household registration. Even if they died, no one would know, so it was not easy to be investigated. Occasionally, some strong hunters would be sent. The first three little girls who were sent here turned into a pile of strange meat on the third day and were dragged out.
Their heads were wrapped in the strange meat. They were like dry corpses, screaming as if they were in deep despair.
Dean silently watched as batches of experimental products were sent to him. They were turned into piles of failed materials and sent out. For the first time, he clearly felt the horror of the Monster Research Institute. They had been doing such experiments in secret for many years … …
Life was only a string of data here. There was no additional meaning besides that.
"It seems that the small intestine of the Aragami that Bolo had implanted into your body has begun to work." Crimson Moon called Dean to her small room office. In her hand was a stack of 4A paper that recorded the experimental data of Dean's body. She looked up at Dean and said with interest, "Do you feel that the food you ate these days tastes strange?"
Dean knew that he was now a lab rat being interrogated. He didn't struggle and said, "I feel that the taste is a bit disgusting."
Crimson Moon smiled gently and said, "I can give you a delicious dinner later."
Dean didn't care about eating and drinking. He frowned and said, "When are you going to do the experiment for me?"
"What's the hurry? I'm not in a hurry." Crimson Moon chuckled and said, "Let's observe for a few months first. We can also experiment with other experimental materials. Amelia's tribe has a lot of ice worms. It's enough to strengthen these experimental materials."
Dean's face darkened slightly, but he didn't speak.
Crimson Moon saw that he was in a bad mood, so she didn't joke with him anymore. She waved her hand and let him leave. Then she took out the super chip and continued to study.
In the evening, Dean saw the "delicious" that Crimson Moon mentioned. It was a bloody raw steak!
He frowned at the first sight, but the next moment, he suddenly found that the fresh blood on the steak looked as tempting as the butter beside the cooked steak. He couldn't help but salivate.
The smell of blood wafting from the steak made him feel an indescribable urge, and his appetite was greatly stimulated.
He sat down at the dining table and stared at the smell of blood wafting from his plate, causing his nose to itch. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and thought of Crimson Moon's words, his heart trembled. "Is this the change brought about by the Aragami's small intestine? Does it mean that the Aragami eat raw meat? "
Dean shuddered when he thought of the beautiful Aragami tearing the raw meat with its mouth.
After hesitating for a moment, Dean finally raised the knife and fork, cut the raw steak into pieces and ate them. He felt that every piece was delicious. The feeling of blood squeezing out of the beef made him intoxicated.
After eating, Dean wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the empty plate and sighed. What would he become?
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