Number 277 did not have a name.
"Clay Fetus S-277" was her serial number. It was printed on the back of her neck and came with a barcode to record her data.
She was the 277th born sample of the second batch of experimental subjects of the Clay Fetus Project. That was the significance of the serial number.
Since the Truth Society's mechanical research project was launched, there had been a total of three batches of experimental subjects, with a total of 3,050 serial numbers.
The first batch of 50 started with F, the second batch of 1,000 started with S, and the third batch of 2,000 started with T.
Number 277 was one of the failed experimental subjects.
However, Number 277 did not feel depressed because of this, because these 3,050 serial numbers were all failures.
Occasionally, she would hear a researcher in a white lab coat outside the transparent container complaining, "The intensity of the experiments is getting heavier and heavier. Every day, they collect data from morning till night. When will it end? The higher-ups don't plan to allocate funds, and there's not much progress in the experiments. Sigh, because of the confidentiality regulations, I can only live in the laboratory. I'm going to die of boredom."
Someone beside asked, "No progress? Didn't the data I compiled for the ether affinity already reach 200%? "
The researcher reached out and knocked on the glass in front of her. Through the light blurred by the culture fluid, his eyes were cold and condescending as he said, "Look, this is the best experimental subject so far. It's estimated that she can reach the highest affinity of 200%. However, the concentration of the Philosopher's Stone in her flesh and blood is too high, resulting in her lifespan being only about one year."
"One year... What will happen after one year?"
"Bang!"
The researcher made an explosion gesture and said with a smile, "The power of the Philosopher's Stone is gradually unable to be metabolized, and the ether affinity is getting higher and higher. In the end, the flow of ether cannot be controlled, and the experimental subject will inflate like a balloon... Therefore, if the next batch has any results, this batch must be destroyed as soon as possible."
"In a few days, the first batch of experimental subjects will be destroyed together."
Therefore, Number 277 knew that she only had one year left to live.
The double isolation of the glass and the culture fluid caused everything outside to seem a little distorted. People came and went, and the lights flickered day after day.
When all the lights in the laboratory were extinguished, leaving only the flashing automatic indicator lights, the surroundings were silent.
Number 277 tried to touch the wall of the container.
Her slender and white fingers gently overlapped with the reflection on the transparent glass, forming a pale and smooth oval — she had no fingerprints.
The hard and cold feeling of the glass was so novel. It was completely different from the water flow and the needle.
277's heart suddenly had a trace of curiosity. He leaned forward on the glass and carefully looked outside. It turned out that there were so many different and unknown things outside.
After a long while.
She retracted her hand. The glass was unable to bear the burden of her strength. It made a small creaking sound and was on the verge of cracking.
From that day onwards, 277 began to wait for the night.
She noticed many details that she had never seen before, and many thoughts flashed through her mind. Her extraordinary hearing and vision allowed her to get the information she wanted in an instant.
She knew the daily turnover and movement patterns of the staff in this laboratory. She also knew what happened in the other laboratories and factories. She also knew the structural map of the entire Machinery Transmigration.
He also knew that …
Someone was going to make a move tonight.
He was among the group of scholars, chatting with the people next to him. At the same time, he tampered with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. Then, at a certain moment, it exploded.
The thunderous sound shook the entire building. Flames engulfed everything, and the glass containers all exploded. The fragments splashed all over the ground.
At the same time, the person had already taken out the necessary containers and quickly left.
277 stood up from the ground and looked around.
The flames rushed towards her, and the scorching temperature made her hair curl slightly. She had never experienced this before. Sharp pain came from all over her body. She almost suffocated when she breathed. Her whole body trembled, and her heart beat like a drum.
She slowly took two steps forward. Her entire body was dripping wet, and her long hair stuck to her white and slender waist.
Then she looked down at her hands. She used the aether to dry her body. Then she squatted down and took off the clothes and badge of one of the corpses.
Boom! The corpse was thrown into the fire. With her help, it almost instantly turned into charcoal.
She lay down and stared at the collapsed ceiling. Then she quietly turned to her side and curled up on the floor. She counted in her heart.
One.
Two.
Three.
Bang!
Armed men broke through the door.
— —
The night wind blew past 277's ears, bringing with it a thick and cold humidity.
The air was mixed with a large amount of blood. But for a normal person, they could only smell the smell of mud and other random smells after the rain.
She shuttled through the huge city, like a cat, vigilantly avoiding strangers that she might meet. Her spacious white coat was blown by the wind.
But in this quiet and noisy street, she could not help but feel lost. At the same time, her body temperature seemed to be rapidly rising.
A glimpse of light in the dark street made her suddenly stop.
"Ugh …"
277 jumped off the roof. Her body shook, and her vision began to blur.
She suddenly saw a large amount of blood on her chest.
Her body still needed to be injected with the liquid to maintain stability. Although it was possible to adjust on her own, it needed time …
277 did not finish her thought before her vision turned black and she lost consciousness.
— —
Lin Jie rarely woke up in the middle of the night because of the interruption of the dream.
He sat on the bed and looked at the long sword on the table beside him.
"Kandra …"
Lin Jie rubbed his forehead and stood up. The dream in his mind was vivid and the memory was very clear.
If it was just the memory of the instance dungeon that was very clear, then it was fine. But when he held the sword in front of Kandra's chest, he could see Kandra's life in that short moment.
As he looked at the sword, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if it had been tempered thousands of times.
Lin Jie sighed, "It must be because I haven't woken up yet. Go and wash your face."
He walked into the bathroom and washed his face. He suddenly noticed that the rain outside seemed to have stopped, but it seemed like something else had happened. There were bursts of flames outside the window and all kinds of lively sounds came from far away.
Lin Jie had enough of this terrible weather. He went downstairs with a trace of pleasant surprise and opened the door.
The fresh air after the rain hit him in the face, bringing with it a trace of coolness that cleansed his senses.
The rain really stopped.
Only the edge of the street still had water flowing.
Lin Jie took a deep breath. He felt refreshed and excited.
As far as his eyes could see, there seemed to be a fire in the distance. Thick smoke surged into the sky. The tall buildings collapsed and the ground slightly trembled.
"Huh?"
He wanted to go out and take a look at the situation, but his sharp eyes suddenly noticed the figure on the ground not far away and the white clothes covered in blood.
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