Experimental Subject
Gurgle——Gurgle——
Tiny, transparent bubbles overflowed from his mouth, then slowly floated up before bursting with a "pop".
This dream appeared again.
Wen Ling opened her eyes hazily. All she could see was a dreamy veil, but it also looked like colorful waves, swaying in front of her.
Hmm...
The girl tried hard to open her eyes, trying to see clearly where she was. Was she still in the translucent cocoon?
Wen Ling remembered that last time she seemed to have been slowly cutting open the thin membrane that bound herself. Where... where was the previous scratch?
She stretched out her hand and slid it forward twice. Warm and sticky water flowed down her skin, as if moisturizing her. However, Wen Ling could actually feel that her strength was disappearing quickly. Even that one movement made her feel a little strenuous.
Hmm, I found it, the mark I scratched before.
Wen Ling slowly moved her body and carefully applied the film.
She placed her finger on the white mark again, then slowly applied force, and the scratch widened a little again. When Wen Ling was about to tear the seemingly thin membrane in one go, she suddenly heard the sound of the ground shaking.
Gulp. Gulp.
Trying hard to see through the thin film that she had scratched to make it thinner, Wen Ling saw a group of black things moving towards her. The sound of their movement was so loud that she could hear it even from inside.
What are those black ink blobs? Hmm... They seem to be carrying something like a bucket towards me... Is there some liquid in it? It looks golden...
But she really had no strength left in her dream, and darkness came again.
Well, this dream was quite continuous, and even the traces created by the last dream could be seen... She fell into a deep sleep again.
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On a planet in the Centaurus Arm, underground in a towering white building, black steel monsters lay in countless sleeping cabins.
The cold yet smooth lines of their bodies show that they were born to be weapons of battle, and their pointed front claws and sharp scales glow coldly in the air.
There was no doubt that if one were to come into direct physical contact with one of these monsters, one would be instantly wounded and lacerated by their sharp, scaly claws, without even needing to react. Behind them, they had wings as dark as the abyss, folded into their sturdy hind legs. This appearance made them look as terrifying as demons, even in their dreams.
This is the most famous of the low-level Zerg—the Bladewing Clan. They are always the vanguard of the battlefield, fearless of pain. Once the superiors issue an order, only death can stop them.
A researcher in a white lab coat walked slowly over, moving among these sleeping demons with a happy expression on his face. He didn't seem to be worried at all that these monsters would suddenly wake up.
"Pax, are there any fluctuations in the data of these test subjects today?"
As the man finished speaking, the robot following him, hovering above his head, immediately responded, "Dear Researcher 0645, these Blade Wing spirits are still dormant today. Even after using electric shocks, the fluctuation amplitude is still less than 0.01. We recommend a different method."
The little robot answered the researcher's words in a serious manner, and did not think that using methods such as electric shock was too cruel. After all, it was just a cold machine and could not understand what "pain" was.
"Hmm... let's try a different approach." Researcher 0645 rubbed his chin in thought for a moment before saying, "These bugs have thick skin and aren't afraid of pain at all. It's going to be quite difficult to induce mental fluctuations in them."
This experiment on the Zerg has been going on for several years. They started with the lower Zerg and tried to decipher the DNA code of the Zerg's complex pyramid structure, thinking that this would be an easy task.
But no one expected that what made the Zerg obey orders was not the physical structure, but the spiritual body.
The spirit of a single Zerg can be easily controlled, but once countless low-level Zergs build a mental network, its complexity increases exponentially.
The experiment started a few years ago, but to this day, their mental control over the Red Blade Clan has not even reached the entry level, and they can't even force them to wake up and connect to the Internet.
If I can't get this damned low-level Zerg to build a unified mental network, how can I even talk about controlling the Zerg? If I can't control this group of Zerg, then all my efforts over the past few years will be in vain!
When Researcher No. 0645 thought of this, a trace of ferocity appeared on his face.
But he quickly regained control of his expression, regaining his composure and cheerful demeanor. He casually said to the robot, "Ah, then increase the current five times. Even if it doesn't stimulate them, let me study how resistant they are to damage."
"Okay, the current has been increased to 2200mA." The robot replied after adjusting the intensity.
"Hmm." 0645 hummed happily, as if he had thought of something, and started chatting with the little robot.
"Oh, I heard that some time ago, No. 0546 and his apprentice led a small group of Zerg to attack the Wen family manor, but they failed. Did you know about this?"
"I didn't expect that the Zerg team and the two of them were killed in the spaceship explosion." 0645 narrowed his eyes, his tone suddenly becoming a little fanatical. "The last news that was passed on actually mentioned... the Zerg King!"
"That's the Insect King. Could it be that No. 0546 found something left behind by the Insect King on that blue planet? But the Insect King hasn't appeared for thousands of years. If that kid really found some relics, he'd be too lucky." There was a hint of sourness in the experimenter's words.
Insect King....
"Alas, no matter how lucky I was, I died there. I heard that headquarters is planning to send someone to check on the Wen family soon..."
Experimenter No. 0645 was still chattering to the little robot as he slowly walked out of this depressing space, leaving only the neatly organized sleeping cabins quietly arranged there.
Insect King...
Buzz—buzz—
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was a little sound in this silent and quiet space. The faint sound of wings trembling suddenly sounded. This space was so quiet that even this tiny sound was infinitely amplified.
If No. 0645 looked back, he would have discovered that the black monster lying in the huge sleeping cabin in the front suddenly shook its wings.
These terrifying monsters, which could not be stimulated even by high voltage, woke up without any warning after hearing the words "Insect King"!
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