Chapter 207 Awakening
Open the door!
【We are not your enemy, please trust us, operative He Yu.】
【We will help you wake up, dear operative.】
I know you have concerns, but I think you should know that you have to trust us.
"I'm sorry, your medical report does not meet the requirements for the Wanwu Blood Transplant surgery."
"That's right, we will bring you the reward you deserve. Your travel and accommodation expenses for this experiment will be handled by Heaven's Gospel, so please don't worry too much."
"You should trust us; who else could be closer to you than the Creator?"
"Participation in the Bloodline Project now requires certain qualifications..."
"Is that so?! Please be sure to tell me your child's information."
"Congratulations, the application process has been approved. Your child will be responsible for the experimental standards. However, please note that this experiment carries a risk of death."
"Yes, the compensation is seven hundred thousand US dollars."
"You agree, right?"
A new day of work.
So...boring.
Printer.
A job that He Yu relies on to make a living.
[Your daily tasks are simply this: print out three thousand copies of the documents handed over by the executives, leave them all at headquarters, then reprint one thousand copies and send them to those damn stupid clients. Finally, print another ten thousand copies and put them in that archive room where everyone's family died. You must—and you don't need to—collect post-operative evaluations from the transplant recipients regarding the Bloodline of All Things—including changes in appetite, whether they enjoy killing, whether they have a penchant for violence, whether their personalities have become more and more uncontrollable. Please, wake up! I fucking idiot, wake up! I fucking idiot!]
He knew very well what he needed to do, and he also understood what those people were doing.
He stared at the ever-increasing data on the panoramic screen, sitting alone in the unique workstation bestowed upon him by the gospel of heaven. This was the so-called excellent employee benefit—surrounded by all kinds of snacks, high-end liquors, and custom-made cigarettes—a bliss that ordinary people could never experience in their lifetime.
At the same time, he could hear faint shouts from the conference room outside the office area. Countless "new humans" who had been successfully transformed were invited to come closer to this paradise—according to the planners, they had been reborn.
And this world, so meticulously crafted to be sacred... it stands alone in its grotesque and deformed insect nest, its towering spire pointing towards the blood-stained sky, lonely and tragic.
He Yu turned to glance at his other colleagues, who were all frantically venting their desire to perform into the microphone. Everyone was doing the same. This situation had a very professional name in Paradise Gospel Company: "mass rational work time." They needed top-notch verbal skills, numerical sensitivity, and highly focused attention.
The head office's database was laid bare before them, displaying countless reports, lines, statistics, and permissions related to successes and failures.
On the terminal displaying the permission request, an encrypted message flashed by, stating that the Heavenly Gospel's Blood Origin Project had received strong support from the military and was ready for mass production. The propaganda department and planning team had arranged a grand and extravagant party. A bunch of idiots commented that no banquet was needed; contributing to that creator was the only way to repay him.
He Yu felt nauseous at the sight and almost vomited on the spot. He could clearly feel the extremely violent power outside, like some kind of colossal beast about to fully awaken. Every breath of that monster carried the stench of war, blood, and control.
That is... the power of blind following.
He suddenly began to hallucinate. After a series of colorful overlapping images, the metal doors of the elevator outside the office area opened, and He Yu fell inside.
He instinctively tried to grab onto something to steady himself, then slid back a little with difficulty, dragging the gun... Where did the gun come from?
He Yu was bewildered, but his body reacted—he fired several shots at a pale head that had poked its head in. The sound was heavy and silent, but there was no reaction. He then realized that he was out of bullets.
He threw down his pistol and kicked the monster in the head while reaching for his other gun.
Luckily, he managed to find a large-caliber musket, the single-shot kind—to hell with it, as long as it's powerful enough, he aimed and fired, blowing the thing's head off. The bullet entered its exposed brain, instantly generating a high impact and explosion, tearing flesh apart, killing it beyond any hope of survival.
Even without its head, the creature's extra limbs struggled to crawl inside. He Yu gritted his teeth, raised his foot, and kicked the mangled neck, finally sending it flying out the door.
The metal door closed again, he coughed up blood, and stubbornly got up.
And so we return to reality.
【no. 】
This phase is almost over.
You won't like the ending for you two at this point, damn it... Let me find another possibility.
There are just too many branches. Do you know how long it took me to eliminate all those meaningless nodes? That's over two thousand years in the fluctuation layer!
[Sigh, what can I do when I'm so devoted to you, Agent He Yu.]
However, I won't appear rashly. I've said it before... I can always sense you, in every place you go, in every injury you suffer, I'll be there for you.
Although it was a huge favor, I did it willingly.
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