Chapter 194: Miracle Co. Ltd (1/2)
First, I’d like to announce that Star Rank Hunter will REVERT back to its original 3 chapters/week schedule. Two, the Patreon page will be also be closed (will change to patron-only by latest tomorrow. I’d still remind everyone and send you a message to remove your pledge, just in case it doesn’t work) so as to save my wonderful patrons from unnecessary money.
The reason is fairly simple. I’ve returned to the university, and I’ve also agreed to help with etvolare a.k.a bossu’s SOTR daily. This means I’m working on Spirit Realm/Monarch of Evernight,
Sovereign of the Three Realms and Star Rank Hunter at the same time. I’ve also recently received a job from my professor which is supposed to demand my attention for the span of October and November, unless there is a change to schedule. I was even working on a secret project for the past 3 months until the job was complete. In short, I’m swamped. I’ve tried to keep things up as much as I could, but in reality the pressure is killing me since as a freelancer there’s no such thing as Sat.u.r.days or Sundays, just less-work days.
But I don’t want to give up on SRH either. I’ve already had to put Single Player Only on an indefinite hiatus due to how busy I am currently, and sending another one of my beginning novels to sleep feels wrong. So, I’m reverting back to the former 3 chapters schedule. This will make my time a lot more manageable, and not cause me a 3 day ~ 1 week headache if I’m sick. I can handle fever, but headaches runs cruelly painful within the family.
The last of the Patreon money will go into the sponsor queue as usual. If it hits $40, we will release an extra chapter. Advise: maybe you shouldn’t. Please save my health from myself! XD
Thank you for your support, and hopefully your understanding. Now that the depressing stuff is over (and I REALLY need to grab that brunch before my sister yells so), let us return to how Cillin backstabbed Scarlet Wind ‘because the bad guys are gonna get to him anyway’…
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Chapter 194: Miracle Co. Ltd
He was surrounded by reinforced steel walls, hidden weapons, and monitoring equipment with no blind angles. It was obvious that these people monitored Cillin – no, their test subjects – very strictly.
Right now, Cillin couldn’t do anything. He was watched too closely, and the gray cat and Cillin needed some time to collect information about this place or they would be forced into pa.s.sivity too much. Tang Qiuqiu was probably supervised just like him, whereas s...o...b..ll and Scarlet Wind were under even stricter supervision. That being said, they probably wouldn’t be harmed just yet, and Cillin needed to ponder about his next move while there was still time left.
The stars.h.i.+p arrived at another planet in Sector I. This s.p.a.ce station at the outskirts of this planet and the orbiting satellites all shared the same logo.
Cillin was transferred onto a s.p.a.ceplane and carried onto the planet.
There was a huge research base on the planet, and Cillin was transported to a certain area of the base. There were other common humans just like Cillin who were imprisoned in this place, but unlike him they were already injected with certain drug substances and grew scales, thorns, or wrinkles all over their bodies.
While Cillin was transported into a supervision room, one of the human test subjects went crazy due to the effects of the drug substances, hitting the surrounding walls with all he got. Every supervision room was shaped like a round pillar about 4 meters diameter. One quarter of the walls was made transparent so that the experimenters could see the effects of the drug substances on their test subjects. However, the test subjects couldn’t see each other.
After Cillin was scanned by a scanner, he was injected with an unknown drug substance and tossed into a supervision room. The number displayed outside the supervision room was ‘6915’. This meant that Cillin was the 6,915th test subject who was experimented on for this type of experiment.
The people that dragged Cillin and Scarlet Wind from the trading center’s port to the s.p.a.ceplane all felt pretty strong to him. He could detect from the genes of the people who came into contact with him that they were all abnormal human beings. Their genes weren’t completely human, and genes of other races had been mixed into their bodies. Moreover, these people had not spoken a word from beginning to the end, doing exactly as they were told to. They felt like puppets. They left after sending Cillin into the base. The people walking inside here were all experimenters who wore white work clothes.
Cillin had a.n.a.lysed and determined at the first moment that the drug substance injected into his body was something that tested his body’s resistance and tolerance. The experimenters wanted to see just how far he could endure.
Cillin knew that this whole supervision room was an ‘operation table’. The experiment had begun from the moment he was tossed into this place. If you guys want a show…
In a room not far away from here, the monitors were displaying the general situation of each ‘operation table’. The relevant machines here were a.n.a.lysing every test subject’s drug reactions.
One of the experimenters was staring at the monitors. Suddenly, he let out an exclamation of surprise.
“Test subject 6915’s body temperature is unusual. It’s dropping rapidly after an initial rise!”
“That’s impossible. Everyone in here is a Rank A genotype. There’s no way he couldn’t hold on for even five minutes?!” another experimenters said.
“The data shows that his body temperature has already hit the lower limit already. If it goes down any further then this test subject is useless… something’s wrong. His body temperature has gone up again! He’s showing severe allergic reaction. His blood circulation has sped up and his heartbeat is rapid!”
Cillin began to writhe on the monitoring display.
The data displayed on the instruments supervising Cillin were all changing acutely. This meant that the target’s various vitals were all incredibly unstable, and that the entire human body system was going haywire. The experimenters could already predict the outcome.
Ten seconds later, the heart displayed on the instrument stopped beating.
Half an hour later, nothing changed.
“Enough. Dispose him directly.” a researcher said expressionlessly. They’d seen plenty of such situations already.
What’s the test results on 6915’s blood?”
“We’ve a.n.a.lysed his DNA fully, but we’re not sure why this happened. Maybe it’s because of the drug’s influence.”
“Rank A genotypes are a troublesome lot. There is always unexpected s.h.i.+t happening when we experiment on them.” an experimenter muttered.
“There’s nothing we can do. Our experiment targets must be rank A genotypes. Still, isn’t this guy a bit too useless? Even that kid last time did better than him and held out for a full hour.”
“In short, this rank A test subject is trash. G.o.d knows where Shelt procured him from.”
Cillin, lying quietly and lifelessly on the ground was stuffed into a long back and carried away from this area. They arrived at a waste disposal plant.