I don't know how much time passed before the boy woke up from a container.
There was a trancelike feeling, as his body was soaked in a sky-blue viscous liquid. It was neither uncomfortable nor comfortable. The liquid was gradually drained away, and when the water level dropped enough for him to reveal his head, there was a sound.
Passed from outside the container.
"Are you awake?" It was the voice of the mysterious man from before.
Before? Why do you say "before"? The boy was a little confused. He had no memory of hearing that voice, but the voice felt familiar, as if he had heard it not long ago.
"Do you still remember who you are?" the mysterious voice asked again.
The young man shook his head. Even if he tried to recall, he couldn't remember anything.
"Don't worry, this is normal." The mysterious voice said, saying something that a bunch of teenagers couldn't understand at all: "The transformation was very successful, N373. You are the only experimental subject who survived after receiving N-series reagents.
The compatibility between the reagent and you is also very ideal. The compatibility is so high that it even exceeds the previous A-series experimental subject A07-dd. Your body will continue to be reshaped through continuous destruction and regeneration until it becomes [
Perfect creature]. The process of destruction and regeneration starts with the brain. The loss and reset of memory are almost inevitable. Don't worry about it. Just think of this as a rebirth. From the original one that has been abandoned by the world
You are reborn as a perfect creature N373."
(Perfect... creature?)
In the liquid that was constantly falling, the boy tried to observe his body. His body was covered with a strange kind of thin scales, like fish scales, but they were perfectly integrated with the boy's skin.
His body looked so strange. But he, who had no memory, did not feel any violation. Since he could no longer remember what he should have looked like, how could he be sure that his current appearance was weird?
Or is it normal?
As the fluid was drained away, the boy's body began to feel a dull pain.
"Oh, I forgot to mention it." The source of the mysterious voice appeared at the door of the room, and the man in white robe walked in: "The culture fluid originally has an analgesic effect. Once the supply is stopped, the continued destruction and regeneration in your body will
I'll bring you pain."
"Ugh...!" The boy was half-kneeling in the glass container and began to suffer from the pain. His body felt like it was about to split.
"I can give you more painkillers, but they have addictive effects, so forget it at this stage." The man opened it easily and wrapped the weird scaly boy in a towel: "Bite your teeth and endure it."
Judging from your level of compatibility, this pain will eventually disappear in a year...no, a month at most. When the pain completely disappears, you will be completely transformed."
The young man didn't reply. From head to toe, from the inside to the outside, the pain from top to bottom was still tormenting him. It was as if every piece of flesh on his body was being broken and then reborn, and every cell was being destroyed and then reorganized. That
It's an indescribable, heart-piercing pain.
"I..." he asked in a low voice, "Who am I...?"
"That's a good question, who are you?" The man hummed, "I picked you up from the wild and turned you into a perfect creature with your consent. Other than that, I don't know.
Your life experience."
The child looked at the man, staring into his eyes. He saw through the other man's soul, and he knew that most of what the man said was true, but that man was hiding something.
The man probably at least knew the boy's original name. But for some reason, the man refused to tell him the boy's name.
"Your past is so meaningless and worthless. Forget it. From now on, you are Experimental Subject N373. I gave you a powerful life, and every cell in your body belongs to me. Stay here honestly
My research institute, until I complete the research, N373."
The man called the boy by his number. It was so cold and inorganic, so emotionless. The man probably used this method to convey a message to the boy. The relationship between them was just that of the experimenter and the subject.
There will be no emotional involvement beyond that.
"Then, let me take you to your room." The man said: "Except for three fixed meals a day, you have to assist me in research the rest of the time; except for sleeping at night, you are not allowed to take painkillers the rest of the time. Got it.
?"
The young man nodded. He knew that he could not expect anything from this man. He knew that his place was not here, and the experiment here was only temporary.
despite this------
After being sent to the room, the boy sat on the cold bed, curled up, but felt a slight sense of relief.
"Well, see you later," the man said, turning around and planning to leave.
"Wait------" the young man asked awkwardly in a hoarse voice. His throat seemed to not belong to him, and was so unruly.
"What's your...name?"
"You can just call me professor." the other party replied.
However, the young man was not satisfied with this answer. Although he was not satisfied, he had no way to express it properly in words, so he became anxious and shook his head vigorously:
"Your...name...name."
"Really? Are you not satisfied with just calling me professor?" The other party held his chin in his hands and thought for a few seconds: "Okay. You can call me..."
"------Menis." The man left after saying this.
"Meini------" What else did the young man want to say.
"Thank you..." He awkwardly wanted to say thank you, but the other party had already walked away and didn't hear his voice at all.
Why should he say thank you? The young man couldn't help but ask himself. The other party obviously used his body for experiments and transformed him into this. But his intuition told him that he should at least say thank you. If it hadn't been for that man, he might have been where he is now.
dead.
Living or dying, which kind of real happiness is still uncertain.
The boy lay on the bed, curling up tighter and enduring the endless pain.
One day passed.
The man was indeed telling the truth. He was conducting experiments on the boy's body. Various electric shock and sting experiments were performed on the boy. Sometimes he would feel pain that was stronger than the original pain.
Although his body was able to heal itself in a short period of time.
Another day passed.
The same experiment was still going on. The man named Menis did not have any affection for the boy. Even if the boy cried out because of the pain during the experiment, he continued to carry out various experiments expressionlessly.
Then, a month passed.
The boy has become accustomed to various electric shock experiments, and even experiments in which various tissues of the body are cut open with a scalpel. It is not because of his tolerance for pain, nor because of how brave he is, but because of his
He knew that he had no other place to stay except this place. Without any memory, he didn't know where he should go. If the experiment here ended, he would have nowhere to go.
Despite this, it will still hurt when it should hurt...
"The self-healing ability has deteriorated..." The man examined the boy's body and sent the skin and flesh tissue on the boy's arm to an electron microscope for observation: "The self-healing ability of the N series has also come to an end. Regeneration
Is the ability unable to keep up with the destruction? Obviously albino atavistic individuals have been specially selected for experiments, but such pure genes are still not enough..."
The boy lying on the operating table, his body cut bloody by the scalpel, listened to all this silently. His body was still healing itself, although he could feel that his self-healing ability was not as good as before.
"No. That's not right. It's because the genes of the experimental subject and the N factor are mutually exclusive, so there's no way to perfectly integrate them..." The man was still talking to himself. The young man could sense something from the other person's tone.
the severity of.
"Am I... going to die...?" the young man asked in a low voice.
"Everyone will die, N373. There is no immortal person in the world, even you who inherited the Niperon root factor are no exception." The man said: "You are just, well, less likely to die than others."
."
"But...still...will...die...?"
"You will still die." The other party replied: "And your regeneration ability suddenly deteriorated... I don't know what went wrong... But according to this trend... you will even survive
But it’s a stable period."
He threw a towel over and covered the boy who was covered in crimson: "The experiment is suspended. Go back to your room and stay there. Those painkillers will dull your self-healing ability, so...
....No painkillers tonight. You are going to have a very long night, so be prepared."
The young man got up in severe pain and gasped softly.
Outside the laboratory, the figure of another child was shaking. That child seemed to be an experimental subject and came to take a peek out of curiosity.
"What are you doing, A07-dd?" the man reprimanded loudly: "This is not where you came from, and contact with other experimental subjects is strictly prohibited! Go back to your room!"
The child with bloody bandages stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran away.
that night.
As the "Professor" said, it was a difficult night. The boy had never tried to spend the night without painkillers, because the constant pain in his body would make it impossible for him to sleep.
His body is changing.
The regeneration gradually failed to keep up with the destruction. Lying on the bed, he felt himself dissolving and the scales began to fall off his body.
Will I die? He huddled up tightly due to the continuous severe pain, sobbing and asking himself in panic.
His skin was cracking. The bright red stained the sheets. The man might have expected this to happen, and even prepared a new set of sheets for the boy.
It hurts! It hurts so much! It hurts so unbelievably!
Bang, bang, bang. His body made a strange sound, like the sound of bones being crushed, coming from the deepest part of his body.
Nosebleeds and toothbleeds were flowing, and bright red was even gushing out from his ears and the corners of his eyes. His internal organs were being damaged, atrophied, and bleeding. The power of destruction exceeded the power of regeneration, so the destructive power was rioting and ravaging in his body.
every cell of his.
He could do nothing but endure. However, he could no longer endure it.
"Save...save me!" He was twitching and crying crazily on the bed, but no one would come to save him. He was sinking in despair, waiting for his body to be torn apart, waiting
That coming death comes fairly and impartially.
(If death is the real liberation------)
(If you die and you no longer feel pain, then------)
With the thought of giving up on himself, he bit off his tongue in panic. Although he knew that he might not die from this because he had the ability to regenerate, and it would only intensify his pain.
(Please, anyone can!)
(Let this pain stop!!)
Then, as if suddenly some god heard his wish, a phantom appeared in front of him.