Chapter 298 Conditions

"He observed too many futures that do not belong to this universe."

"It's like a person's stomach; if you stuff it with too much garbage, problems will arise."

"So I'll become just like the other me who escaped."

Bell wiped the bits of blood and flesh from his face and looked up at Gu Heng.

The man ran behind the desk, rummaged through the drawer for a long time, then took out an injection, quickly walked to Belle, and squatted down next to her. His movements were swift and efficient, like that of a seasoned surgeon—something Anru knew all too well. Everyone working at Eoubs had a clear understanding of their role; they were the kind of people who frequently injected themselves with illegal drugs.

This medicine was prepared for Bell.

Gu Heng picked up the syringe and inserted the insignificant needle into the back of her nailed hand, slowly pushing all the golden medicine inside in—he knew what to do in what place and how to maximize his self-worth—of course, at least he had to be conscious.

An Ru didn't know how he found the potion. He must have seen it in that mysterious future vision before, or he saw it in advance when she wasn't paying attention. Oh well, she didn't care about that.

She put down the empty test tube; the last vial of inhibitors had finally taken effect. In just a short while, the restlessness of the creatures behind Bell ceased; they were as if paralyzed, completely silent.

"So, what do we do now?" An Ru asked. She thought that after all this trouble, she couldn't just kill the other half of Bell right here, could she? Didn't he just say that this person was the key?

"It's simple, just pull her out."

Thank goodness, Gu Heng was still lucid.

He glanced at the old, dead mutants. Well, Anru thought, they just happen to be short of knives.

So she went over and began collecting any insect forelimbs that could help her cut them—like the one that had initially tried to attack Gu Heng, and then she found another claw as long as her forearm. The process was incredibly easy, like tearing off a piece of cooked meat; these monsters didn't even have bones between their limbs.

An Ru turned her head and saw Gu Heng handing her a vial of medicine. She paused for a moment, seeing the label on it—No. 3 Stabilizing Functional Material—completely clueless about what it was for, but still accepted it.

"Assimilation".

"So we have to implant this thing in advance."

The other party offered an explanation.

After completing these tedious preparations, Anru carefully pried open the toothed joint connecting Bell to the wall and severed the spine inside, which was almost broken. She trembled slightly as she did this, but that was all—but the person in question still had a cold face, with the same expression that was used to enduring any pain.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, slowing her movements as much as possible. "Does it hurt a lot?"

Bell didn't say anything.

She merely turned her head and glanced at her, her eyes still filled with meticulous calculation, as if weighing the significance of the problem. Then she picked up a fragment of an insect limb, raised her hand, and threw it in a certain direction without even looking at it, her movements casual and listless, like throwing away a piece of waste paper.

An Ru glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a monster resembling a snail crawling out of the cave filled with broken corpses. It had only crawled halfway when it was blown in the head by a flying shard.

That's incredible, lady.

An Ru was shocked by her.

After such a long and desperate ordeal, Bell's method of killing remained unchanged, still steady, not at all like someone on the verge of death.

Even as Gu Heng and An Ru were transferring her out, this B01 operative threw a few more pieces of debris behind her and killed all the monsters that crawled out of the wall. Her clothes were completely soaked with her own blood, and her remaining upper body was trembling uncontrollably. But her methods remained unchanged, and she didn't even use her survival skills. She was incredibly strong.

An Ru thought to herself, "Indeed, you're amazing. You, Bel Hera, are definitely the key factor in our escape." She had never seen such a fierce woman. Her entire abdomen and below were bitten raw and mangled, completely torn open. It was unimaginable what kind of pain that must have been. It was like being thrown alive into a shredder as a failed experiment. It was a phenomenal murder scene.

God knows how she managed to survive in that environment.

“Imperfectionism,” Gu Heng suddenly said.

"What the heck?" An Ru asked subconsciously, then realized what it meant. That made sense; with that kind of conceptual ability, all she needed to do was give herself a false sense of security to activate it.

Bell pushed away Gu Heng, who was trying to help her up, and then took out a capsule from her empty abdominal cavity. It was about the length of her little finger—it looked a bit like a capsule—but also like the egg of some kind of creature. She bit it and a cloudy, yellowish liquid flowed out and entered her body.

The pus-like substance spread at a visible speed in the next second.

Anru stared wide-eyed as she watched these things bustle inside her body, replacing rotten flesh and blood and giving birth to new organs.

She looked at the capsule shell, which was worn and old. She hadn't expected the contents to be so high-tech. It was probably extracted from some kind of forbidden object. Eoubs treated high-ranking operatives like his own father.

Bell moved slightly, turning her head to look at the desk, her gaze calm, showing no sign of breaking down in pain.

“The detonator,” she said, her voice more childlike than she looked, the kind of tone a child would have before a voice changer. “I don’t know where my other half has gone, but this is important.”

Gu Heng immediately stood up, walked in that direction, opened all the drawers, then hovered his finger in the air, moved it downwards, and stopped.

He found it very easily.

The detonator didn't look like a technological product at all; it was a bloody eyeball, as big as a fist, with a label on it containing only one line of black text: "Do not activate the program unless necessary."

An Ru felt that this thing looked too sinister, so Gu Heng reached out and picked it up carefully.

Instead of giving the detonator to Bell, he put it in his own pocket.

"We reversed your future."

“You should have died at Sunset Hill and been replaced by that negative personality.”

"But now that we've rescued you, it's time for you to offer your bargaining chips."

Without warning, Gu Heng started speaking in a language that An Ru couldn't understand.

Just then, everyone heard a piercing friction sound, like flesh being pressed tightly against a rough wall and sliding, or a chilling sucking sound. He looked up and around and found that the sound was coming from the hole.

Something is about to emerge.