Nine Hundred and Seventy-Three Process of Despair

Along with despair, those voices still echoed in the darkness.

Moreover, these voices became more and more dense and clearer, as if telling the collapsed experimental subject that he was still alive, and he still had hope to persevere.

Just when the man's soul was about to lose consciousness due to the struggle, these voices began to become coherent: "It is possible that after entering the container, many senses will also be lost. For example, the sense of taste... will be completely lost... "

"What was lost at the same time was related to eating. These are all mentioned in the Frundsberg experiment report..." At this moment, he could already distinguish whether these words were spoken by a man or a woman, and he could even hear them some accents.

"Then what's the difference between him and a vegetative person?" So he stopped struggling, and just stopped in place, listening to the voices of the gods who ruled his destiny.

He swore that if there was a voice saying "Let's kill him, he is useless", he would thank that voice from the bottom of his heart.

As for his daughter? Fuck your mother's daughter! Not to mention that he was sent to the Demon Realm to condolence to those soldiers, even if he was sent to the Demon Race to condolence to the Demon Race soldiers, he would not make such a stupid choice again.

That's right, if he was given another chance to choose, he would definitely choose to die immediately, whether it was hanged or shot, no matter what, it didn't matter, he didn't care anymore.

What he cares about now is that he can die immediately. For him now, death is really a luxury...

"I can hear you! What the hell are you talking about?" He let out the craziest cry, but no one seemed to be able to hear him screaming at the top of his lungs.

"He has a slight trembling... This means that he should be able to hear us... He can hear it! He can really hear it!" The voices that were far away and in an unknown direction were still following the content of their conversation continue.

In the darkness, he heard someone shouting excitedly again, as if it was a great thing that he could hear the voice.

This really made him dumbfounded, these people were not torturing him, but really giving him a chance to live again?

Regaining hope in despair, he was even a little moved, just when he was about to say something, he heard someone among those voices say: "My God... so, we At least half of the experiment has been successful!"

"God bless!" A woman's voice even started to cry,

This made him couldn't help but want to shed tears.

It's a pity that he has no tears to shed, and even at this moment he realizes that he has no way to find out where his eyes are...

Without any reference, he didn't know whether his arm existed or not, and he didn't know whether his hand could touch the position of his eyes. He couldn't even confirm whether he could really control his hand.

"I still..." While speaking, he suddenly found a light appeared in front of his eyes. For him who was used to the darkness, it was like seeing endless hope.

He struggled to get closer to the light, and then he saw a circle of technicians and engineers surrounding his bed.

At the beginning, it was a picture, and then countless pictures overlapped together, and finally it became a three-dimensional real scene with some subtle changes.

At this moment, he saw the joyful expressions on the faces of the people around him.

He tried hard to open his mouth, just like when a baby is learning to speak, and in the next second, he heard a strange voice: "I..."

"Okay! He is learning to control his pronunciation... that's great!" A technician looked down at his own masterpiece and said with satisfaction: "We finally succeeded!"

"Ah..." Because the voice was so unfamiliar, the man lying on the table used for the experiment wasn't even sure if he was talking just now. So he let out another ah, and found that his voice had become hoarse, with mechanical edges and corners.

"You... What exactly did you do to me?" The man felt the pain in his body, the pain from the depths of his soul. It seemed that every time he moved, he would be tortured millions of times, bitten by countless ants, whipped by countless whips...

He tried to stand up hard, but found that an arm suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't know whose arm it was, because he saw strange metal materials on this arm, as well as gorgeous various magical inscriptions.

These inscriptions are really beautiful, and even flashing, representing the light blue light of magic.

However, he didn't have the heart to observe these now, he wanted to sit up, so he waved his hands hard, hoping to find a decent support point.

Suddenly, he realized something. With the consciousness that had begun to become disordered, he controlled his hands and stopped in front of his eyes.

Then he saw his own hands, which were full of metal parts and carved with various inscriptions...

"This is not my hand..." He began to speak fluently gradually, obviously his mental strength, or his soul has begun to adapt to this new body.

"It's not my hand! Where's my hand? Where's my hand?" He yelled and sat up from the "operating table" he was on.

With so much force, he even tore off a belt fastened around his waist. Next, he saw his own legs, which were also a pair of mechanical legs engraved with runes.

"You took my legs away too... Take it away?" He looked at his legs dully, muttered this sentence in his mouth, then suddenly realized something, lowered his head deeper, and observed himself body.

In the past, he was a fair and slightly fat man. After all, he used to be a wealthy nobleman, so his figure is not very impressive.

However, after being arrested for collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country, he lost a lot of weight and had some scars on his body. But he still didn't expect that he would like that imperfect body so much.

The body in front of him is full of inscriptions of machinery and magic. He can even see some parts moving a little bit, replacing his previous organs, driving the magic energy in the body to run.

However, even if this is a perfect body, it is not made of flesh and blood! How could he accept that such a terrible body replaced his own?

"I want to change it back... I want to change it back..." The man struggled to stand up, but his legs were not stable, and they stumbled into each other suddenly.

He fell heavily to the ground, and that delicate, expensive body hit the concrete floor with a dull bang.

"Calm down! Your daughter is already on her way!" A technician stepped forward to help the man who had fallen to the ground.

On the other side, there are still many wires connected to the man. At the end of the wires, a technician tapped twice on the keyboard in front of him, and very self-aware, reduced the strength value of this very successful experimental subject to that of a normal person. half.

He didn't want this seemingly broken experimental subject to make a fuss in the laboratory, eventually triggering a series of traumatic incidents.

"What did you do to me? What... did you do to me?" The man roared angrily over and over again, hitting the ground, not knowing whether he was venting or destroying his terrible body.

"Actually, we changed your body! A body that can make you, almost immortal!" An experimenter excitedly explained to the man, "No disease, no aging! You can live like this forever..."

In fact, standing in this laboratory, more than half of the experimenters are no longer thinking about the simple task of extending Gurlo's life.

What makes them excited, what makes them tremble, what makes them tremble, what makes them so crazy is actually a bigger and more distant goal. Whether it is a magician or a mortal, they are tirelessly pursuing the great goal of "immortality".

This is an infinite temptation to human beings. Being able to live forever is the pursuit of countless people in their lives!

It is also because of this that the people in this laboratory feel that they are completing the greatest experiment in human history. As long as this experiment is completed, human beings can embark on an unprecedented path.

One they don't know yet, but Chris has known for a long time, the great "path" called mechanical ascension.

"I hope that when you see your daughter, you can have a better image!" A technician helped the "mortal version of the god puppet" lying on the ground, and persuaded him.

Hearing the word daughter, the man finally calmed down somewhat. He has gone through untold hardships, although he has given up in the middle, but now the most painful time has passed... So, his daughter, for him, has returned to a comparison. important position.

"My whole body is hurting...Is there any way..." The man who had been helped into a wheelchair and had become a puppet finally asked in his unique, hoarse voice.

"This pain will last for a while, maybe ten days, maybe thirty days... In short, you won't be too comfortable recently." The head technician answered, and then began to arrange his subordinates to detect this Is the state of the puppet stable now——

I don’t want to procrastinate any longer, so I have to stay up all night to make up the update. Everyone will come back tomorrow morning to see at least one update.