Xu Chu swallowed hard, and finally walked up to the chair, trembling, and lay down.

“He’s a reborn person. Lie down.” Helmod glanced at the materials in Shi Yin’s hand, and his brows furrowed at just one glance: “Because his younger brother stole the family’s affection, and in order to please the family, he died in the end? What kind of death is that?”

How strange, why does trying to please one's family end in death? And what does dying have to do with the younger brother stealing the family's affection?

"Because of being a simp," Shi Yin said slowly, "simps end up with nothing."

Isn't this a bit too direct?

The group of people standing nearby were drenched in sweat!

Among those who died, how many of those who were reborn hadn't been sycophants? Even if their cause of death had little to do with being a sycophant, they were still somewhat involved in the karma. Thinking about it, they probably deserved it.

Being exposed so suddenly, the faces of the group felt a burning pain.

Okay, okay, we know we were stupid in our past lives, let's stop talking about it.

“Aren’t you all independent?” Helmut couldn’t understand this way of dying at all: “I’ve never seen anything so strange in my life.”

According to the information, Xu Chu had lived with his family for ten years. Helmod didn't believe that someone could have killed him. If it had only happened once or twice in more than ten years, it must have been a frequent case of exclusion and oppression.

Is it really not enough for two years to make someone lose heart, but ten years plus dying once?

Furthermore, the records show that this guy was already working, so why didn't he just leave?

“Education and philosophy are different.” Shi Yin said succinctly, not wanting to discuss this further: “Let’s begin.”

The familiar pain and struggle continued, but in less than three minutes, everyone noticed something was wrong.

Xu Chu was clearly not in good condition in his seat. He struggled violently, and the whimpers in his throat gradually turned into low growls. Ji Chuan and Lin Beiyue had also experienced this kind of pain, so they knew how unbearable it was.

The people around had heard about the three people's miserable state and were somewhat used to it, but the voice coming from Xu Chu in the chair sounded increasingly strange.

That seemed to be a kind of irrational shouting.

"Beep beep beep—"

The data on the instruments started fluctuating wildly. Of the twelve monitors, one had already turned red. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, seven or eight instruments simultaneously turned red.

The incessant sirens were terrifying.

The person in the seat struggled frantically, and the restraints showed signs of loosening. Veins bulged on his body, and blood vessels stood out, turning blue and red, almost bursting out of his skin.

The world fell silent.

The alarm suddenly stopped.

The red light that filled the laboratory suddenly dimmed, turning from red to gray.

Those with their backs to Shi Yin only felt Shi Yin raise her right hand, a flash of silver light, and accompanied by a strong smell of blood, the painful screams fell completely silent.

Fresh blood dripped onto the cold steel floor, making a "drip-drip" sound, and a stench spread.

Finally, someone turned pale and collapsed to the ground.

"Even if it failed, it's too pathetic to last only three minutes." Helmod shook his head as he wrote data in his notebook.

"I'll give you the next batch." Shi Yin crossed out Xu Chu's information and placed it at the bottom.

"It's alright, it's alright. You brought these people, so the decision-making power is naturally yours." Helmod shrugged indifferently.

While they were talking, several squares in the ceiling were opened, and seven or eight robotic arms extended down from the roof, carrying cleaning tools and pliers. They quickly cleaned up the body and began a thorough cleaning of the equipment and the ground.

In less than ten minutes, the laboratory, which had been filled with the stench of blood, was clean as new, with only a faint smell of disinfectant reminding everyone that what had just happened was not a dream.

One of them is indeed missing!

The death of one person caused no ripples or waves. The perpetrator stood aside, still holding the dagger he had just used to kill, slowly wiping the blood off with a disinfectant cotton swab.

The slightly older assistant beside him was diligently writing something in a notebook, his face showing no sign of disappointment.

What is he disappointed about?

Was it disappointment that the person didn't awaken their superpowers? Was it disappointment that the person didn't struggle a little longer? Or was it disappointment that the person didn't let out a longer, more painful wail?

“Theoretically speaking, we can kill them when the first instrument turns red.” Shi Yin raised her hands, and two daggers appeared in her left and right hands respectively. She handed them to Ji Chuan and Lin Beiyue: “The losers will become mindless madmen and have no reason to exist. The first batch is for you to clean up.”

Lin Beiyue and Ji Chuan tremblingly reached out and caught the dagger. They felt their hands were extremely cold and shaking violently.

Lin Beiyue had only killed a few zombies in her previous life, and Ji Chuan was even less likely to have seen a zombie, yet now he was about to start killing people.

“Every successful person must kill at least one failure.” Shi Yin walked to the side, picked up a disinfectant towel and wiped her hands: “Those who can’t bring themselves to do it, I will not only take care of the failures, but also deal with you.”

"Why should we?" Driven by fear, someone finally couldn't help but speak up: "This is a human life! And, if we all succeed, wouldn't we all be spared from death? Why should we die even if we don't kill someone!"

"Who told you that you don't have to die if you succeed?" Shi Yin narrowed her eyes slightly: "In the apocalypse, the mortality rate of soldiers and special teams is 40% higher than that of ordinary people. Moreover, why do you think that awakening superpowers is success?"

Awakening superpowers is just the first step. If awakening superpowers equates to success, why don't we wait six months for the meteorite? That would be much more comfortable.” Helmod knew Shi Yin didn't like wasting words, so he simply explained directly, “You don't actually think the 70% mortality rate is because of this, do you?”

"Aren't you underestimating me? As a scientist, if I can't control the probability of failure, am I just going to offer it up for you to use?"

"Hermod." Shi Yin's voice was calm as she gently interrupted Hermod.

Helmod shrugged and immediately fell silent.

“From the moment I notified you, until you were on your way here, until you arrived here, and before you entered the lab, I gave you countless opportunities to choose to leave,” Shi Yin said coldly. “Clearly, you didn’t cherish those many opportunities.”

"When you voluntarily came here, you had only two choices: obey or die." Shi Yin casually glanced around, her eyes devoid of any emotion, as if she were looking at a group of inanimate objects.

“Listen carefully, I have absolutely no interest in your anger, pain, sorrow, doubts, questions…”

"From the moment you signed the agreement and entered the laboratory, you became my direct subordinates, with only two fates: obedience and death."

"Whether I explain or not is my mood, but absolute obedience to orders is your duty. Either you think carefully about why you are standing here, or you'd better die a quick death."