"Bang!"
Zerom was startled by the sudden sound.
He was still immersed in his imagination of a beautiful future and didn't stop working, sorting out all the experimental data of S-227.
Although Zerom had his own deeply buried ambitions, he was still just a data sorting assistant with a little more intelligence than a cleaning robot.
After Lord Rachel settled the bookstore, he might be promoted again. From the current position of Deputy Director of Pharmacy, he might be able to replace Margaret as the Director.
Oh, when he mentioned Margaret, he couldn't help but show a gloating smile.
This woman was clearly just a junior, but she was so arrogant that she didn't even put him, her uncle, in her eyes. Relying on her talent in secret medicine refining, she was so domineering that it made people's hair stand on end.
To put it simply, Zerom hated Marguerite.
When he was fighting for the position of the director of the pharmacy department, he secretly contacted and bribed Margaret, hoping that she would give up the position to him.
Margaret raised her chin and coldly said "you don't deserve it" to him, which made him smile on the surface, but inside, he was flustered and exasperated. He secretly hated her until now.
More importantly, after she became his superior, she wantonly changed the illegal drug trading channels that he used to earn extra money without leaving him any face. The first website was m.9biquge. com
"Of course, that's all in the past."
Zerom thought in his heart. While sorting out the data, he narrowed his eyes and showed a happy expression.
Margaret. The last time he saw her was in the laboratory of this secret research base.
This woman who often showed an arrogant and disdainful expression was already full of tubes. Half of her brain was peeled open and used as material for research on cyborgs' consciousness.
Of course, her consciousness still existed and was even very active, which was a necessary condition for the experiment.
But she couldn't move, nor could she perceive anything around her.
Her soul was fixed in her body, as if she was imprisoned in a cell that was always dark, and the pain was unimaginable.
Every time he thought of this, Zerom almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Sir Rachel's research required a large number of scholars with a high level of brain development and strong minds to be used as material for research on cyborgs. And these materials naturally came from the Truth Society.
The Truth Society's biggest resource was these scholars …
Of course, the one who put Marguerite on the list was Zerom.
Now that Margaret couldn't make a comeback, and Zerom had already taken the position of acting director. It was only a matter of time before he became the real director of pharmaceutics.
After that … it was even simpler.
Andrew had been controlled by Zerom with his Touch of Spirit. He had gone to the bookstore and attacked the bookstore owner directly. He had become Zerom's scapegoat and would most likely be killed by the bookstore owner.
The position of Vice President was now vacant.
The president, who claimed to be still in seclusion to break through to the god level, had actually gone to explore a mysterious ruin in the lower city. He had been missing for almost half a year. According to the current information, it seemed that there was a high probability that he would not return.
In the end, Zerom would be the president of the Truth Society, the next god-level being …
His thoughts about the future came to an abrupt end here.
The sudden sound from behind almost scared Zerom out of his wits. His heart skipped a beat, and his hands trembled. He almost deleted the file.
This was Lord Rachel's laboratory, a place with a god overseeing it. How could there be such a huge commotion, and there were obvious aether waves behind them?
Could it be that Lord Rachel was conducting an experiment?
Zerom recalled the scene of the bookstore in Rachel's mirror just now. Therefore, he changed his mind.
Or could it be that Lord Rachel and the bookstore owner were fighting in the air, and this sound was the aftermath of the battle?
Zerom was full of doubts and confusion. He stood up and turned around in shock. He saw Rachel standing still in front of the mirror.
Unlike before, Rachel was retreating, and the chair he was sitting on had disappeared and turned into a pile of powder on the ground.
Strangely, Rachel maintained this posture and stared at the bookstore in the mirror that didn't change at all.
"Lord … Lord Rachel?"
Zerom asked cautiously and tremblingly, "Lord Rachel, are you okay?"
There was no response.
Rachel still stared in front of him as if he couldn't hear his voice. Zerom suddenly found that the body of the greatest and wisest ancient scholar was trembling …
Zerom felt that he was dazzled.
How could this be?!
He opened his eyes wide and confirmed that Rachel was really trembling.
Like an ordinary person who had seen something terrifying, this great scholar's body was trembling violently. It was almost to the extent that he was about to turn around and run away. Even his breathing was very rapid and heavy.
Zerom's scalp suddenly became numb. This quiet laboratory with only two people seemed to have become strange and cold, making him want to run away.
What's going on?!
What's wrong with Lord Rachel?
What was it that could frighten a God-ranked being?
The moment these three questions popped up in Zerom's mind, he saw Rachel move.
Before he had time to be happy, he found that Rachel was pointlessly "dancing" with some inexplicable small movements, as if he was thinking about something.
But at the same time, Rachel's mouth was muttering some strange, strange, and incomprehensible ravings.
It was as if he was being controlled by something invisible. He kept doing incomprehensible actions, speaking a language that didn't exist, and laughing in a low voice, from soft to loud.
Zerom looked at this scene with fear. He swallowed his saliva and stepped back while stammering, "Sir Rachel, Sir Rachel, please wake up, please don't scare me … Sir Rachel? 'Rachel! Stop! Stop it! "
He almost collapsed.
Everything was fine just now, how could he suddenly become like this?!
Nothing … Wait, Rachel only did one thing, that was to look at the bookstore through the mirror!
Could it be … No, no, no, how could it be …
Zerom desperately shook his head, his face full of disbelief. When he stepped back in a trance, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
After laughing for a while, Rachel's whole body strangely stiffened with his fingers on his temples. Then he dug into his own brain with his hands.
Zerom looked at this god-level scholar with a dull face. He squeezed his own brain with his hands, making a loud sound and forcefully stirring it.
"Ha … Hahaha …"
A strange smile hung on Rachel's face as he pulled his hand out. The red and white pieces on his hand were mixed together, leaving only a huge hole in his head. The thing inside was gone.
Zerom's expression couldn't be described with words. His teeth were trembling, and his heart almost stopped beating for a moment. A huge fear seized him.
Since Rachel didn't have a brain, he let out a long sigh with a smile as if he had done something that made him feel very comfortable. He turned his head to look at Zerom and walked towards him as if nothing had happened. He patted Zerom's shoulder and said, "What's wrong? Did I scare you? "
Rachel smiled happily. "It's okay. It's all over. You can continue to organize the data. Don't worry."
Zerom's body stiffens as he looks at the red and white palm on his left shoulder. He can see the empty internal structure of Rachel's head. The remaining wriggling tissue suddenly opens its eyes.
He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his hair. With a strength that almost tore his scalp off, he let out a scream.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
"Zerom?"
"Ah, ah ah ah — don't come over!"
"Zerom, don't be afraid. Can you continue to organize the data? I think you can do it. "
"Ah ah ah —"
"Crack."
With the sound of his neck being broken, Zerom's body was thrown aside by Rachel.
"Noisy."
He frowned and sat in Zerom's original position. He patted his head and muttered, "What a lunatic …"
Rachel shook his head and operated the computer. He smiled. "The owner of the bookstore really did something to my consciousness. Now it's much easier."
"That's right, what should I do? Ah right, perfect my creation. S-227 doesn't seem to be made from the most perfect materials, how could she have any flaws? Perhaps I should give her a better quality Philosopher's Stone as the driving force …"
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