Chapter 35
For as long as Blue Walrus can remember, the sky has been a cold, silvery white.
At first, it would raise its head curiously, using the shiny sky as a mirror and swaying its head and tail.
It couldn't help laughing as it watched the tiny reflection in the mirror twist and turn, open its mouth, show its teeth, pat its belly, and make corresponding silly gestures.
But later, as I spent more time looking at the mirror sky, this fun lost its novelty.
It even made it so suffocating that it was difficult to breathe.
The blue walrus told his friend about this feeling, but his friend gave him a strange look.
The other party asked it: "Why do you think it's fun to imprison yourself in a cage?"
These words were like a thorn, which pierced the blue walrus' heart the moment it entered his ears.
It didn't even understand what this sentence meant, but when it met the look in its little friend's eyes, it felt uncomfortable.
However, at that time, the blue walrus was still a young walrus that had just come into the world.
Like all newly-talking cubs, it possesses an intellectual curiosity that amazes the adult mutants.
Not quite understanding the question, the little walrus immediately went to find a mutant octopus.
It is said that the other party is well-informed and will definitely be able to answer its questions.
The mutant octopus just looked at it helplessly, with an unspeakable emotion in its eyes.
That emotion is called compassion.
It is the compassion one feels when, after experiencing many vicissitudes and seeing through all the dangers in the world, one suddenly discovers that a pure soul is about to enter his afterlife.
To a little walrus who knows nothing, this emotion is too obscure and difficult to understand, and it is not an answer.
Unable to find an answer to its question, it continued to ask the mutant octopus questions.
Chattering, lively and talkative.
In the end, the octopus was annoyed by the questioning, so he helplessly pushed its little head away with his tentacles and said with a sigh, "You will know later."
You will know later.
When will this come later?
The little walrus shook his head and grunted expectantly.
As a cub, it has so many questions it wants to know.
Wondering why the walls and sky are cold silver, and why they have glowing red iron blocks around their necks and hearts.
I wonder why they can't just run out and play, and why the humans who feed them are always so indifferent.
Its little friend also has many questions like it, but each question is much more profound.
The little friend asked: "How long will it take for us to escape from here?"
This is a question that other variants ask as well.
At that time, a legend was circulating in the base.
Legend has it that all living things originated from the sea. The sea encompasses everything and is mysterious and ancient. All unknown secrets from ancient times to the present can be answered in it.
Therefore, when the mutants born in the ocean become strong enough, they will have the ability to predict the future.
For example, the mutant octopus that the little walrus knew.
So this time, the mutant octopus has to face not only an energetic little walrus, but also a very stubborn little elk.
The octopus couldn't stand it anymore, so he told them the answer.
If we wait just one more year, we will have a chance to escape from the base.
A year is 365 days.
The cubs began to count, one counting the spines on their front flippers and the other counting their own hooves.
"1, 2, 3..."
They only need to endure 365 days of blood drawing before they can go out into the outside world.
It sounds a bit tough, but luckily they can cheer each other up.
And so, the days passed one after another.
The growing cubs gradually discovered that during this year, they had to endure not only endless blood draws, but also electric shocks when training could not be completed.
Electric shocks are very painful, and if you don't eat after that you will be very hungry.
Being locked in a dark room while feeling hungry and in pain was simply despair for the cub.
After finally adapting a little, various tests came one after another.
Pain tolerance test, self-healing test, power burst test under shock...
This year has become an increasingly long year.
One day, the little walrus began to count the spines on its front flippers again, hoping that the year would pass quickly, but he could not hear any response from his little friends.
It turned around suddenly and saw that its little friend had fallen to the ground without knowing when, and its pupils suddenly contracted.
The other's body was covered with scars, his once shiny fur had dulled, his abdomen was rising and falling weakly, and his breathing was intermittent.
The little walrus was stunned.
It crawled over and touched the fawn's head with its head, causing the fawn's breathing to speed up.
The little walrus helplessly went around to the back and tried to use its front flippers to push the fawn's back to help it stand steady.
But when the deer's hooves stepped on the ground, they collapsed softly.
The little walrus opened his mouth and saw his dark and shiny eyes gradually turn gray. He stammered, "Only, only 51 days left!"
Only 51 days left to go until the year is over.
The fawn panted and asked it a question weakly.
"Number 18...what's wrong with your voice?"
What does it sound like?
The little walrus opened his mouth in confusion, but found that he could not make a coherent sound.
Even if they could call out, they would be short, breathy sounds that could not form a sentence.
The little walrus then remembered that it had had problems with its throat during a drug resistance experiment long ago.
The fawn couldn't hear the answer, and his head sank again.
The other person's cloudy eyes kept looking upwards, but he could never see through the silver-white metal wall.
After a while, the little walrus heard it murmur softly: "A year is so long..."
That day, the fawn died.
Even the gentle little walrus went crazy.
It overturned the food bowl and bit off a researcher's hand.
The electric shock device worn on the body lit up red, shocking it cruelly.
After waking up, the little walrus roared and screamed, and in less than a second, it was electrocuted again.
After repeating this process over and over again, it finally became like the deer, almost out of breath.
"What the hell is wrong with this mutant?"
The little walrus was thrown into a dark confinement room.
Its chest rose and fell rapidly as it listened to the curses gradually fading away.
The little walrus felt angry, angrier than ever before, so angry that he wanted to bite everything to pieces.
But then, it thought of the death of the fawn and the fact that the fawn did not wait for a full year, and its anger turned into unbearable pain.
In the darkness, it slowly raised its front flippers, trying to count how long it would take to get out of this hellhole.
"1..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
The little walrus couldn't count anymore.
Soon after, the base staff opened the door of the confinement room.
They held the stun guns cautiously to prevent the mutants from suddenly erupting.
But they found the little walrus lying on the floor with its eyes half closed. It seemed very sleepy and tired, and even its breathing was almost inaudible.
This scared a lot of people.
You know, there are only a handful of mutants born with A-level. If this one dies, the higher-ups will definitely hold them accountable!
But when they rushed the baby walrus to the infirmary, they found that no matter how much nutrients and repair fluids were injected, they could not maintain the baby walrus's precarious vital signs.
This cub, which had not yet had a chance to grow up, withered irreversibly like a sapling whose vitality had been suddenly drained away.
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The little walrus was groggy.
It seemed to hear an ethereal call coming from afar.
Soon, the dissipated consciousness sank into the quiet blue seabed along with this call.
The little walrus looked up blankly and saw a whale.
The other party's body was huge and beautiful, blending wonderfully with the water flow, and did not cause any ripples when it swam over.
So the little walrus reacted immediately.
The mysterious being before him was the Blue Whale, the S-class, extremely dangerous mutant that was rumored to be held in solitary confinement.
After more than half a year, the ignorant little walrus has learned the law of the jungle.
If it were its normal self, it would definitely bow to this adult with excitement and longing.
But now, it felt dizzy and had no strength left.
The blue whale quickly flapped its fins and circled around the walrus.
Theoretically, there is no affection or love between mutants that can upgrade by devouring each other.
But it recently got a glimpse of what the future holds.
In the future, this little walrus will become its successor, and will grow up to be the king who rules the sea tribe.
How could the blue whale sit still after hearing this news?
It hurried over, but found that it was a step too late.
This fatal negligence put his successor into the most critical turning point in his life.
The blue whale was anxious to comfort the little walrus.
"Kid, you are very talented."
"If you can survive this time, you will definitely be able to evolve to S-rank in the future."
"You have survived the first three hundred days. Excluding today, there are only fifty days left. After fifty days, you will be able to escape from this base and go to the outside world."
The walrus baby moved and raised his head slightly.
The blue whale thought that after hearing these words, the other party's eyes would glow again.
Unexpectedly, those eyes were still as dull and lifeless, and the deathly aura lingering around him had not dissipated at all.
The blue whale was stunned.
As long as you become strong, you won't have a superficial understanding of everything.
As long as we can escape from the base, we will no longer have to endure inhuman pain and torture.
Isn't this what the little walrus has been looking for?
After that, the blue whale tried his best and said all the nice things he could, but it failed to cheer up the little walrus.
Instead, it was the frequent mention of the number "50" that made the little walrus become more introverted and curled up into a ball.
Noticing that the opponent's aura was gradually dissipating, the usually stable blue whale almost had a mental breakdown.
He suspected that the little walrus did not believe him at all.
The two sides are in a stalemate, and the latter is in imminent danger.
The blue whale was desperate and tried all kinds of methods, so it cruelly left a mental mark on the little walrus that had no mental strength to resist.
"Just take a look. I really didn't lie to you."
As the blue whale transmitted the memory, a hazy soft light appeared in front of the little walrus' eyes.
The future scenes unfold slowly like a scroll.
It was there, sitting expressionlessly on a throne made of coral and pearls, with its head lowered indifferently.
Countless sea creatures stood on both sides, looking respectful, as if they were respecting it.
Seeing it looking downward, the followers also turned their heads.
Some looked hateful, some raised their lips and sneered, none of them were friendly.
And where their sights converged, there stood a young human in a diving suit.
The young man completely ignored the hostility around him, bent slightly, and saluted it in a high position with neither arrogance nor servility.
"Wen Xin, Deputy Executive Officer of the Fifth Survivor Base, extends my sincerest greetings to you."
That was the first time the little walrus knew about Wen Xin's existence.
【Author’s words】
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