Chapter 307 Escape Plan
Roy Anderson, the man from the past, was still sitting on the bed, staring at them expressionlessly.
He woke up from his dream, still looking like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but the characteristics within him had been activated to the extreme, spreading out in a radial pattern, like a huge net, covering everything in sight—whether it was the dome or the floor, everything began to undergo a cycle of life and death, seeping out constantly changing blood and bodily fluids, and echoing with cries of agony.
For a fleeting moment, a figure appeared in the center of the laboratory—very small, resembling the outline of an infant, suspended in mid-air, curled up in a ball, trembling and twitching.
Sheen could even hear a pitiful cry, so shrill it sounded like an abandoned fetus.
She didn't know how she came up with this description, or how she could understand its creation process, but she realized very accurately that the thing that looked like a baby was actually just a shell.
Meanwhile, in the area outside the center—those insect-like things finally broke through the wall—well, they were more like insects, except they had human faces. For some reason, they had evolved; although their main bodies were still reptilian, they had grown human spines, limbs, and brains, becoming completely deformed fetuses.
The young man on the experimental bed had an indifferent expression and empty eyes, but everything was because of him. At this moment, the power Roy wielded was comparable to that of the creator from the outside world—cruel and despairing.
Bell ignored the situation inside the lab and simply walked outside.
Part of the alloy door melted, and it too was infected by the signs of death and aging.
She placed her hand on the combination lock, and the restraints shattered instantly, revealing the fleshy texture inside, like human skin.
At the same time, new things kept trying to break free from the skin growing around the walls, and the whole space was filled with sticky swallowing sounds, the sounds of constantly devouring their own kind, a struggle between rebirth and death.
Suddenly, a thin crack appeared in the wrinkled skin of the ceiling, and a scarlet creature fell down—it looked like an underdeveloped worm, with smooth skin, no eyes, and a huge head containing only a mouth from which saliva flowed.
The instant it fell, Sheen saw again inside the ceiling, in that dark red, disgusting slime, countless humanoid limbs growing out, thin and eerie, with hundreds of mouths constantly opening and closing.
She couldn't see any more details, and she didn't want to see any more.
Since arriving here, Shin has only seen one consciousness in all the visible alien beings: they are hungry.
Roy was still sitting on the operating table in the middle, his eyes and the rest of his body still empty, like a puppet, which looked particularly terrifying in this bizarre scene.
But he kept staring at Bell.
Then, Sheen saw Roy's lips move slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
He didn't make a sound, but a terrifying wail echoed from the depths of the entire laboratory, like chalk that had been soaking in water for too long being pulled forcefully across a blackboard, sliding down everyone's nerves.
Roy shook his head, seemingly having mastered some technique, and spoke again.
"What are you?" he asked.
Amidst the cacophony of swallowing, the child's voice was low and steady, as if he were just an ordinary student.
After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Bell.
"C01? A taboo against diversity?"
"No...it's not that simple."
He thought for a moment, then sat up, his body trembling slightly.
There was a strange sense of astonishment about the young man in the hospital gown, and Sheen could sense a mixture of uncontrollable speculation and relief in him.
"Hahaha."
"I see."
"In those endless dreams, I've seen too much, so I'm a traveler from different points in time, right?"
"Eoubs, from decades in the future, was tricked into this hell by the higher-ups as a new batch of experimental subjects, and was forced to carry out control missions that he could never complete in his lifetime."
"How pathetic."
"It's really... disgusting."
“You’re a B-level operative, close to A-level, so you must know about the second wave zone.”
“I can sense… an uneasy aura emanating from you.”
He pointed at Bell, as if he were a thin, broken shadow of a ghost.
Sheen stood behind them, seemingly lost in thought, like a bystander—damn it, how old are you, kid? You're spouting off like that. I didn't think you were this talkative when you were in your thirties. You've really been brutally tortured by Eoubs. It's a good thing you're one of those few conscientious operatives, otherwise the world would have been destroyed long ago.
The laboratory was a mess, with too many things falling from the ceiling in no fixed location and without any pattern.
Sheen symbolically lit a few of her most recently acquired altered entities—she certainly didn't intend for Pombell to handle it alone, after all, the other party was a B01 operative, the holder of conceptual characteristics—so she should at least play a role, she didn't want to be a babysitter for the rest of her life.
—Bell took a scalpel from somewhere, probably from the tray—it was only about half the size of a palm, but it had serrated edges and looked rather menacing, like a slaughterhouse knife used for bleeding people.
Then, with lightning speed, she plunged her blade into the monster closest to her, the entire blade piercing its neck and lodging in its spine.
In just a few seconds, she severed the thing's head. With a swift arc of her arm, she plunged the knife into the other eye socket.
Belle's slender frame made this seem rather odd, yet her every movement was perfectly natural—this was what she was born to do. This was all she did, and this was all she ever thought about.
At the same time, she twisted her free hand and opened the door. The hallway outside was still perfectly level; perhaps he had also convinced it was a smooth, straight road.
"We can go now."
Blood splattered all over him, Bell wiped it off nonchalantly and walked towards Sheen—well, at this moment, this "companion" did indeed demonstrate some ability to protect herself. No matter who it was or what journey they embarked on, having her along would provide a greater sense of security—at least at times, they wouldn't have to worry about whether a burden in the team would hold them back.
Then, the change happened in those few seconds.
Actually, there wasn't anything particularly unusual—first, the ground and walls began to crack, as if trying to prevent Sheen from going outside. The cracks grew larger and larger, and you could even see organs that looked like teeth and tongues.
Roy remained unmoved, still sitting on the operating table in the middle, looking like a white sculpture with no interest in getting out of bed.
But when Sheen’s gaze swept over him, for some reason, he got goosebumps all over his body.
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