Old Qin was led to the pigeon coop, but only had time to glance at his own nest before being lured out by a whistle.
The whistle was the direction the pigeons were following, and Old Qin couldn't control his feet; even though he was starving, he couldn't stop.
He mingled with the flock of pigeons, running around incessantly.
The feeling of being controlled continued until I ran to the place where the whistle blew, where a majestic pigeon stood.
It was the green-headed pigeon that arranged the pigeon coops for the pigeons.
The mallard pigeon said succinctly: "Coo, it took you two hours to get here, that's too slow. You can go back to your coop to eat now, but I want to see you here again in two hours."
Some pigeons are lazy and shirk their duties, standing still and choosing to go hungry for two hours before eating.
Old Qin thought about it and realized that the way the dungeon was arranged had its reasons. It was only the first day, and he couldn't cause any trouble.
He obediently ran back.
Among the racing pigeons, only one mercenary was an acquaintance of Lao Qin.
The mercenary's special ability is easy acceleration, which is best suited for long-distance running, so the green-headed pigeon's requirements are not difficult for him.
But Lao Qin's special ability is to heal the sick and save lives, and finishing a meal and traveling back and forth within two hours is a bit difficult for him.
Unsurprisingly, Lao Qin did not reach the outpost within two hours.
As he hurried toward the outpost, he encountered mercenaries running back.
The mercenary explained the situation to him: "The green-headed pigeon is playing tricks on us, making us run back and forth within two hours. It even set up a checkpoint along the way, where we have to go to check in. By the way, you just do whatever it tells you to do. Those lazy pigeons from the last round also have to run, or they'll go hungry until the next round. I reckon we still can't rest in the next round. If we don't run this time, we won't be able to run at all next round."
Old Qin thanked the mercenary and huffed and puffed as he ran to the outpost.
There were only two other racing pigeons that were late like him. The green-headed pigeon scolded them a few times, and then the two pigeons suddenly disappeared.
The green-headed pigeon, with its wings folded, strolled up to Old Qin and said, "Coo, why are you so slow?"
Old Qin was honest-looking, and his smile was quite silly: "Instructor... I'm fat, I can't run."
The green-headed pigeon drooped its eyelids and said, "Coo, it's quite fat. This is the first time I've ever seen such a fat racing pigeon."
Old Qin didn't reply, just smiled.
"Coo?" The green-headed pigeon tilted its head and circled around Old Qin. "Alright, you! You're no good pigeon! Lock me up for two hours and reflect on your mistakes!"
Old Qin was completely baffled. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and found himself in the dark room.
The small dark room was pitch black, not the blurry darkness of the dead of night, but a complete loss of color, so dark that it made one feel as if they had become blind.
Along with vision, hearing, smell, and taste also fail.
It is said that all five senses have been lost, but the sense of touch is still retained.
Old Qin clenched his fist, his fingertips digging into his palm. The harder he squeezed, the more painful it was, and the more it made him feel alive.
He floated aimlessly in the small dark room, his arms moving haphazardly a few times, as if he were exerting force, as if he were moving forward, but it was as if... he wasn't moving at all.
In the silence, Old Qin suddenly remembered the first time he had ever seen blood.
That was a memory from more than twenty years ago, so long ago that he thought he had forgotten it.
He is an artificial human who grew up in the base's nursery and has never seen the world outside the base.
As androids, although they have no parents or relatives and face the risk of genetic collapse as they grow up, they are at least more fortunate than natural humans in one aspect—because their genes have been modified, the evolutionary probability of androids can be maintained at over 90%.
Natural persons make up less than 10%.
Young people, even those who have been raised and disciplined from a young age, have more courage and curiosity to explore the world than others.
When a group of teenagers with special abilities get together, they believe they are invincible and that the vast world is waiting for them to conquer.
The nursery rooms are for eight people each, and the artificial humans living in the same room are often as close as brothers.
They were all fortunate enough to awaken supernatural abilities: some possessed immense strength, some were as swift as lightning, some were healers, and some could transform in countless ways...
Having lived in the childcare center for over a decade, they had long since figured out when there were fewer people and where the loopholes were for sneaking out.
The base was dark at night, and the eight people managed to slip out of the nursery thanks to their night vision.
The base was filled with guards. The eight people lay in wait, bewildered. When daylight came, they inexplicably mingled with the evolved humans and left the base.
Much later, he realized that everything had been foreshadowed.
They left the base easily because the underground guards had already been affected by the monsters.
The boy was unaware of this.
They walked out of the base with great joy, seeing for the first time the hazy sunlight filtering through the yellow sand and dust, breathing in the polluted but flowing air for the first time, and feeling the freshness rushing towards them.
They were determined to form an invincible team, raid dungeons, collect rewards, buy delicious food, wear clothes of all colors, wear cool watches like adults, casually recount the monsters they encountered, and return to the nursery in triumph, holding their heads high in front of the director...
They all have bright, promising, and dazzling futures...
All the dreams for the future came to an abrupt end when blood burst from one of the people's chests.
A sharp, earthy-yellow thorn silently grew from the ground, piercing the boy's chest and watering a delicate bud with the boy's heart's blood.
Young people have strength, but they don't know how to use it.
The spikes are like finding a fun balloon toy; the toy will escape, but it's very fragile.
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