Chapter 74

The roars of beasts and the indistinct wails of humanoid monsters that suddenly rose from everywhere drowned out the performance of the celebration band.

The monsters that suddenly appeared above the crowd were ugly and monstrous, tied tightly to a dirty operating table covered with layers of dried-up stains. Even if you didn't feel it, you could still sense their pain.

The crowd, filled with joy, fell silent and scrambled to escape, until the picture continued to play, only to realize that it was just an illusion.

The beggars, who were originally planned to be abandoned after throwing stones, stared blankly at the scene above their heads, along with the surging crowd at the celebration.

This... was released by us?

The remnants of the photo stone were not far in front of him, reminding him that all of this came from this small stone that he once looked down upon.

After the initial panic, everyone, including the musicians who were supposed to perform and the nobles who were dressed up and sitting on the platform, stared at the void. It's not that no one tried to dispel the terrifying picture, but no matter what means they used, they couldn't stop the picture from playing automatically, so they had to let it go.

——After all, the things played on it have nothing to do with them, so why bother themselves?

In the first half, Jeff's indifference to the experimental subjects did not cause a stir among the crowd. From his words, people knew that he just wanted to make a potion that would enhance the power of warlocks and allow ordinary people to access the arcane. Rather, many people became interested in his research because of this.

Although each test subject was in great pain, and although they gained power, they also lost their minds and became extremely ugly.

But... experiments always require sacrifices.

Many of the nobles standing on the platform with their chins held high had subtle expressions and said in unhappy tones: "This Jeff is really stupid. What's the point of doing experiments on animals? Can't they just find some humans?"

The footage continued to play, and this time, the experimental subjects changed from animals to humans.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd:

"Isn't this our senior?! Didn't he go to work after graduation? Why is he here?!"

People around looked at her. She was wearing the uniform of the Warlock Academy.

The senior she knew expanded more than three times in size under the effects of the drugs. His originally handsome face swelled into a fat tumor, and finally exploded into a pool of minced meat.

"Tsk, useless garbage, clean it up and bring in the next one."

Jeff's cold words overlapped with her screams of fear, making her feel uncomfortable.

——It was hard to tell whether the discomfort was caused by the girl's sharp cry distorted by complex emotions, or by Jeff's nonchalant look towards the passing of a life, and the death of a warlock who was universally recognized as being high and mighty.

Many people frowned unconsciously.

"Turn it off, please, no matter who it is, turn it off, don't play it anymore!" The girl struggled and was taken away by her companions, but the picture continued to play.

One after another, the lives of the majority were students from the Warlock Academy. Their relatives and friends watched in disbelief, unable to believe that someone they knew died in such a painful way.

"This must be fake... This joke is too much!"

"Why are all the people above students from the Warlock Academy?"

Yes, why?

Even the nobles, who were usually indifferent, were discussing with each other.

"Isn't the Warlock Academy the safest academy on the continent?"

Their doubts and panic were answered by Pus and Jeff's private meeting and conversation. It turned out that the management of the Warlock Academy colluded with the laboratory and used their official positions and the students' trust in their teachers to lure them to the long laboratory table, making them consumables that could be slaughtered at will.

The nobles could not sit still. Most of them were graduates of the Warlock Academy, and even their descendants studied there. But now, the Warlock Academy was colluding with this dangerous laboratory that appeared out of nowhere, sending students there for experiments. Even if their children were still standing behind them, what if?

Soon, people dressed as guards came out and tried to find out who was behind the incident.

The beggars, realizing that the situation was not favorable, had already taken advantage of their thin bodies and, like slippery fish, slipped into the crowd and disappeared without a trace. Naturally, the guards gained nothing.

The crowd that had been buzzing about the experiment fell silent. Apart from the screams of pain from students who once had a bright future, the huge and magnificent celebration venue was completely silent.

How could...how could you be so cruel?

Countless people had expressions of pity on their faces, some turned their backs and sobbed silently, while the relatives of the students in the picture had already collapsed to the ground, their faces pale.

Even though they kept muttering to themselves, "No, no, no, this is all fake, all fake. My child is a warlock, a powerful warlock. How could he suffer such torture..."

But from the moment they left school, they never received any letters from their children, and the letters they sent home to inquire about their children fell into the sea. They knew clearly that their children would never come back.

Their children, in this dim laboratory, quietly and unnoticed, rotted into mud, no longer recognizable as human beings.

Martin, who was mixed in the crowd with Cross, sighed silently and noticed that the stone he was holding tightly in his hand was slightly warm. He poked Cross and put it in his hand.

Cross took the stone and placed it in a special metal box. He moved his fingers slightly under his wide robe and cast an arcane spell.

In the crowd, a small square box rose up tremblingly. Golden light continued to emanate from its unsealed top. After a few moments, a new scene gradually appeared.

"Can the so-called bright cause really be realized?" A clear male voice rang out, attracting everyone's attention.

Jeff, who seemed a little irritated due to the continuous failure of the experiment, glared at Jiang Zhulang with a fake smile on his face, and said decisively: "Of course! Aren't those experimental subjects with enhanced strength the best proof?"

The nobles present also nodded secretly.

After the initial panic about the possibility of harm to their descendants, they quickly calmed down and got the list of experimental subjects. They were not stupid, and they could easily see that the missing students of the Warlock Academy were all sons of poor commoners. Even the empty-shell nobles whose families were reduced to empty names did not appear on the list.

Since it did not involve their own interests and this potion could indeed enhance their strength, they thought more:

——Although the test subjects became hideously ugly and mentally insane after taking the drug, wouldn’t it be great if we could control the drug in our own hands and create a mindless super-powered army?

If there are not enough civilian warlocks, then capture wandering warlocks. If there are not enough wandering warlocks, there are still so many ordinary people... Even if there are only a few dozen of them, if they are formed into a team, they will be a powerful force.

Some people with extensive connections have discovered that the researchers who showed up are all members of the Holy Spirit Medicine Society. They have instructed their confidants to prepare money and materials in an attempt to win them over.

Hearing Jeff's answer, Jiang Zhulang curled his lips: "But they are in great pain, and their minds have long been worn out. Moreover, after several rounds of experiments, this point seems to have not improved at all. The current experiments are just torture and killing."

Jeff didn't care: "So what? People who have achieved great things don't care about trivial matters. Besides, if they die, they die. Who will care?"

In Nadine City, the crowd was furious, and countless people shouted:

"I care!"

"Damn it, who are you to decide life and death for others?!"

“…”

"Since this is your great cause, why don't you experiment on yourself? Are you afraid?"

Dada mixed in the crowd and shouted this sentence, and instantly everyone shouted at the same time.

“Yes, experiment on yourself!”

"If you have the guts, try the medicine yourself!"

"Try it yourself! Try it yourself!"

They all hated Jeff's phantom and wished they could rush in and throw him into the unknown green smoke to let him taste the pain of being a test subject.

Angry people and those who were trying to cause trouble attacked the floating iron box. The small iron box trembled, causing the picture to become unstable.

Cross increased the power of arcane transmission, trying to stabilize the iron box containing the upgraded photo beads. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and Martin's "Divine Protection" was put on his body to increase its power.

Martin's movements were clumsy. In order not to expose himself and Cross, he focused all his attention and pushed his strength to one point. Using his body as a cover, he transferred the strength to Cross and helped him stabilize the iron box.

The anger of the people in Nadine seemed to be transmitted to the distant Holy Spirit Potion Congregation along with this inexplicable device.

Jiang Zhulang looked at the live broadcast device flickering in the corner as if he had sensed something, and slowly put a bubble on his head to isolate himself from the outside air.

Jeff was puzzled: "You..."

The young man with black hair and black eyes had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold and disgusted. He was clearly standing in the light, but at this moment he looked cold and malicious.

He said: "In this case, please try it yourself and experience the feeling of a great cause..."