Holy Land
Today is the first day that the Holy Land conducts super evolution experiments, and the number of people in the central area is several times more than before.
Because only people with special abilities can enter the holy land, and Noah's deliberate guidance over the past year, in addition to the few family members who originally participated in super evolution, some people with rarer abilities or high enough levels have gradually heard of and become interested in "super evolution".
In the eyes of these "new members", those who are chosen to become super-evolutionary experimental subjects must be the top psychics in the world today, and it is a symbol of honor.
Of course, this is what Noah wanted to achieve, and only the core group of old members of the first few families would secretly rejoice and laugh at it.
Fortunately, they can reduce the energy supply for super evolution experiments in the future, so that their family members, including their immediate blood relatives, can maintain normal lives.
Laugh at those self-righteous people who have stepped into an irreversible chasm and can only be pushed forward from then on.
"I heard that the president himself also participated in the super evolution experiment. Is it true?" Someone started chatting in the exchange under the laser tower.
"It should be true. Otherwise, why would he think so highly of Patriarch Ryan and let him take over the management of the holy land right after it was developed? Maybe it's because he has to participate in the super evolution experiment and is too busy to be there."
"Then the person conducting the experiment today wouldn't be..."
In the laser tower, Noah gave it a thorough inspection and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he gave his subordinates a few instructions: "Remember, his threshold is constantly fluctuating and cannot be measured by previous standards. If necessary, increasing the concentration can promote energy regeneration and fusion. He can withstand it."
"Yes." "I understand." Noah nodded and left with satisfaction.
Most of those who remained were members of the Ryan family's branches and affiliated families, so they naturally knew the identity of the experimental subject inside. The lead operator, A, and his supervisor, L, exchanged glances before entering the core operating cabin and activating the device.
Invisible energy surged from the center of the earth beneath the laser tower, converging along the tower's structure toward the center. Those outside could only see the landmark buildings illuminated, and the entire holy land officially entered night. Operator A initially ignored the low roar emanating from within the "core," focusing solely on the non-tangible symbols that undulated and shifted around the ring, representing numerical fluctuations.
As the beast-like roar grew louder, the mixture within it became clearer. Listening to the extreme pain gushing out from the extreme distortion, A's entire body trembled with excitement.
Ah, Lord President. How great. This is the most sublime being in the supernatural world. He was in pain, so much so that he wished he could die, but he endured it nonetheless.
Suffering for us. Us.
A's face flushed strangely. He reached orgasm due to his own imagination. At the climax, he stretched out his hand. He wanted to continue to increase the energy density and make the person inside moan in more pain.
Because the more painful “he” is, the greater “he” is.
At this moment, L, who was in charge of supervising the operation, stopped A and said in a strange tone: "The clan leader said it was a necessary situation, and it's not yet time. Don't do anything rash." A looked at his wrist that was being grabbed and giggled: "Stop pretending."
"The fact that you were chosen to join me doesn't mean we're the same kind of people." A's entire body was shaking more and more violently, clearly caught in a state of unconscious extreme excitement. "Don't you want to see him at his most painful and broken?"
L's hands loosened their strength, and he actually murmured, "I... think about it all the time, even in my dreams." A roared, "I know! I know you can understand me! I can understand you too!" As he said that, he was about to launch the highest level of attack.
"How can such a superficial relationship like yours be compared to mine?" However, L's sudden words made A feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. "Do you like him? What's the point of just standing here and watching? Go in and be with him."
....
L opened the hatch expressionlessly. The people left outside had already lost consciousness, lying scattered about. He casually tossed aside a cluster of strangely shaped black crystals, then carefully lifted an unconscious person from inside, looking at him with a look of heartache as he left the laser tower in the night.
The moment the black crystal touched the ground, it shattered, breaking into thousands of tiny honeycomb-shaped particles. Strangely, bursts of screaming and wailing could be heard emanating from these particles.
L carried the man back to his own quarters, cleaned him up, changed him into dry clothes, and then laid down beside the bed, staring intently at him. As he watched, he reached out and played with the man's long, black and purple hair, muttering, "Yun Gui, it hurts, doesn't it? It doesn't hurt anymore, I've already brought you out." The person lying on the bed with his eyes closed was none other than the current president of the association, Ying Yun Gui.
L muttered to himself, "Why are you so stubborn? You went whenever he asked you to, and you endured whenever he asked you to. And you even let him take over the Holy Land and gave him so much power that I almost couldn't deceive him."
"Why are you so nice to him?"
"You don't like him, do you?"
L's hand suddenly froze, then he let go of the strand of hair and placed it on Ying Yungui's neck, his five fingers gradually tightening.
"..." His eyes became increasingly dark and paranoid, like a mad beast, shouting frantically: "You can't like him, he's the one who made you like this, how can you like him?! I like you, I love you, can you, can you like me too?"
The person lying there didn't move at all, not even reacting to the fact that his throat was being strangled and he couldn't breathe. L suddenly let go of his hand, took a few steps back and fell to the ground. He raised his hand and looked at his trembling knuckles in disbelief. "I... I didn't want to hurt you... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."
It was not until the evening of the next day that the man in bed slowly woke up. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was L lying beside him.
"Why did you bring me out?" The tone was calm, not even a question. L looked up dazedly, meeting a pair of weak and tired purple eyes. Those eyes were calm, as if they saw through everything, as if they had already guessed that someone would take him out of the laser tower, out of that hell.
L swallowed uncomfortably and said, "You're awake. How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?" If it were someone else, he would probably be bewitched by his cautious and flattering look, because he looked really worried.
But Ying Yungui didn't. He glanced calmly, or rather indifferently, at L's wrists, which were shackled to the bedside. "Have you had enough of your affectionate scenes? Answer my question, why did you bring me out here, Red?"
L was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and took off his disguise, revealing his somewhat feminine face that was full of compassion all the time.
It was Rhett Ryan.
"I knew you could recognize me." Red looked at him hopefully, "It's because you believe in my feelings for you, right?"
Ying Yungui's eyes revealed doubt: "It's because your voice is unique." The light in Reid's eyes quickly went out. He could change his appearance, but he couldn't change his voice which was peculiar because of his "spell" ability.
And... Ying Yungui said a long time ago that his voice made people uncomfortable, so he told him not to speak easily.
Red lowered his head dejectedly. "I know it was you in the tower today. How could I bear to watch you being treated like that?" Ying Yungui frowned. "So you killed the original supervisor and took his place to sneak in? Putting aside how self-righteous that is, do you know that you're going against your father?"
"Why not?" Red suddenly stared at him intently. "Who told him to hurt you? I've come this far for you! I'm the one who likes you, I'm the one who feels sorry for you, I'm the one who's willing to betray my family for you! Why do you always care about him? Huh? Can't you just look at me?"
Ying Yungui closed his eyes, then said with a cold gaze, "I rejected you a long time ago, and there's no need for me to respond to your wishful thinking now."
"I don't believe it! You clearly... you clearly cared about me! Otherwise, why would you have sent someone to treat my injuries?" Red shook his head and muttered, "I knew it a long time ago. My eldest brother, that idiot, confessed after a beating. He admitted that it was you who told Father not to put me in solitary confinement again."
He still remembers clearly how he felt when he heard those words under the blood-red setting sun that day. How could Ying Yungui say that he didn't care?
"Can you tell the difference between caring and liking?" Ying Yungui's voice was icy. "I've cared about many people. I can say that I care about everyone who's useful to me. I even care about your father, but I've never liked them."
"Of course, that includes you."
Red's eyes gradually widened, as if he had suffered a great shock.
Seeing that he was still listening, Ying Yungui continued, "You can't tell the difference. It's not your fault. It's the Ryan family who didn't teach you the difference between these emotions, which led to this misunderstanding."
"No!" Ryan shouted unbearably. "I didn't misunderstand! I know the difference! Even if I didn't know you asked my father for mercy, I still liked you!" Saying this seemed to have exhausted all his strength, so he buried his head in his knees and curled up. But he was too strong, and the shackles cut his wrists into two bloody lacerations.
Seeing this, Ying Yungui reached out to the head of the bed, and the shackles were unlocked with a "click" and fell to the ground.
"Red, you..." Before he could finish his words, Ying Yungui was thrown back in an instant. "Don't move." Shocked, he was locked in place by a curse, unable to move.
Red placed his hands on either side of his face, staring at him from head to toe almost crazily: "Maybe I really don't understand the difference between those emotions you're talking about, but it doesn't matter. As long as I can be sure of one thing, it's enough."
"I want you to be mine. I want you to have eyes only for me."
"Just like when you were in the Alpha team, you only had eyes for that person."
"The one who died long ago."
Red's eyes were red with jealousy, and when he was about to lean over and force a kiss, there was a sound of something breaking, and the next moment, Red's body was knocked against the wall and fainted.
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