Chapter 1 "Did you take care of the thing I asked you to do a few days ago?" In the empty, mechanical...

"Did you finish what I asked you to do a few days ago?" In the empty, mechanical laboratory, the sound of Madonna's footsteps stood out on the floor.

The voice grew closer, and the assistant standing beside him finally snapped out of her daze. "Is it about that child?"

Maidangluo found it strange. Could there be something else besides this? The lab had been quite quiet lately.

The assistant adjusted her glasses. "The child is still alive," she said, a hint of barely perceptible emotion in her voice.

In fact, the entire laboratory opposed this experiment at the time.

But there's nothing we can do; ultimately, the director has the final say in this lab.

Surprisingly, the child actually survived the beast's sharp teeth.

She went to see it this morning.

The child, covered in blood and curled up in the cold lounge, looked exceptionally thin.

Although the records show that he is already eighteen or nineteen years old, in her eyes he is still a child.

Bloodstains blurred his face, but she still knelt down and spoke to him as an equal.

"How many strange beasts have you killed?"

"......"

The silence lasted for a long time. The assistant thought to herself, "After all, he's just a child. He's probably still scared."

"I don't know, I've never counted, and I don't know how to count."

The assistant paused for a moment, realizing he was answering her question. This surprised her somewhat.

Is this... being unable to count? Lacking even a basic understanding of numbers, has he never been to school?

She didn't actually know much about him; all her impressions came from cold, hard files.

The first time I met him, he was locked in a pure white room.

Director McDangCheese appears to be conducting some kind of test, having released a ferocious beast into it.

Although the child was struggling, he held the beast's neck tightly with both hands and never killed it, even though the beast could tear him to pieces at any moment.

At that time, she thought he was a kind and capable child.

I never imagined that he would turn out like this in just a few days.

She used to love his smile. After all that's happened, he probably won't be able to smile anymore. That made her feel sorry for him.

But she is loyal to McDan cheese and would never betray the director for a test subject.

So she could only sympathize, but was powerless to change anything.

In that space filled with killing, he abandoned all principles simply because of one person's order.

He became no different from those wild beasts. But the difference was that he wasn't doing it for survival or food; it seemed he was only doing it for that person.

Moreover, the child had no complaints about any of this.

He answered her questions patiently throughout.

What a kind child, she thought again.

As the child was leaving, he suddenly spoke up: "Thank you. What would you like to eat next time? Chocolate bread?"

Chocolate bread was just a regular meal provided by the lab; he had only eaten it twice, but he remembered the taste.

For him, that was probably the most delicious thing in the world.

He flashed a smile so bright it was almost exaggerated, as dazzling as the sun, yet so intense it made one worry about being burned.

That smile still lingers in her mind.

"This test subject performed well, demonstrating strong combat abilities and completing all arrangements perfectly without any questions," the assistant reported professionally. "However, he seems illiterate and lacks a knack for numbers; we suggest arranging some cultural classes for him."

Maidangluo looked at her with suspicion, seemingly feeling that the report was too biased.

The assistant lowered her head, concealing all her emotions, as if she were simply doing her job.

"From now on, just report his combat data; nothing else is needed. As for academic classes, they're unnecessary."

The assistant felt a chill run down her spine; she understood the unspoken meaning.

This is merely a tool; all you need to know is its combat effectiveness. Academic subjects, on the other hand, inspire thought, and a tool with its own ideas is much harder to control.

Reaching the end of the room, there was that child—no, now he should be called Experiment A-1.

McDang seemed to have only come to see him on a whim. But when the child noticed him, he immediately rushed to the glass wall and looked him in the eye through the glass.

The assistant saw that the child's eyes had curved into crescent moons and was overjoyed at the director's arrival.

But does he know that all his suffering stems from the person in front of him?

"From now on, your name will be Kentucky Fried Chicken, remember that?"

The assistant looked up in surprise; the director had actually given the experimental subject a name.

The child nodded vigorously, as if trying to etch those words into his heart.

After saying that, McDangluo turned and left, as if it really was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

The assistant, who was following behind him, couldn't help but turn around and glance back.

Sure enough, the child returned to the corner, curled up in a ball with his knees drawn up to him, looking exceptionally thin and small.

This child seems to really like the director. But, Kendall... does that name have any special meaning?

If McDang Cheese knew her question, it would definitely answer: Of course there is.

That's a homonym for "KFC".

As a time traveler, he had no special abilities and could only become the director by working hard and competing fiercely.

Until the cheat finally arrived—a clone system. He couldn't wait to use it for the first time.

And so this 18-year-old boy appeared.

It was a strange feeling, one consciousness controlling two bodies. At first, it was indeed very disjointed.

In order to adapt as quickly as possible, he checked the attributes of this body and threw it into the arena without hesitation.

Its intelligence is only 10, which is indeed pitifully low, but its combat potential is as high as 99%.

After several days of fierce fighting, he finally mastered the use of this alias and only then did he dare to come and see for himself.

As for the name, it's simply because he suddenly wanted to eat KFC.

In this world of spiritual revival, there is neither McDonald's nor KFC, and many delicacies have disappeared.

For some reason, people have a strange filter on him, who became famous at a young age and wears glasses, and think of him as a serious and dedicated scientific fanatic.

This made him too embarrassed to joke with his subordinates.

So he channeled all his hopes into his online persona.

That smile he just now was one he practiced many times.

It must be perfect; the assistant must be very touched.

He had hoped that in this dangerous world, his disguise would have superpowers to protect him.

Unexpectedly, they all had blank attributes and even came with an "undeveloped" debuff.

This means he has to use his main account to support his secondary account.

The goal is to nurture these aliases within the research institute until they can work for him. (What's the benefit of exploiting oneself?)

He was very excited about the historic meeting between the two pseudonyms.

Fortunately, the real person is expressionless, so nothing can be seen. But the assistant must have clearly seen the expectant look in the disguised persona.

She must understand his good intentions, right? It's all about unlocking the potential of his alternate accounts.

Moreover, he's expending his own energy to add points to his alternate account.

He didn't need to report anything else, and he knew that Ma Jia wouldn't hold a grudge against him.

As for academic subjects? This body only has an intelligence of 10, so it's pointless to attend them. Anyway, there's the original body here.

He plans to maintain this persona as one of high combat prowess and low intelligence.

I must survive in this world.

As someone who had read the original novel, he knew that it would be difficult for ordinary people to survive here. That eunuch novel was abandoned after only 40-odd chapters.

The original story was a pseudonym story, where the protagonist controlled two bodies and caused quite a few laughs. But he believed that with his control, he would never make such a mistake.

I still clocked out on time every day.

Strangely, despite his punctuality in arriving and leaving get off work every day, everyone thought he was conscientious and hardworking.

Is it just because he always manages to win experimental projects?

In fact, he went home and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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