Chapter 1350 (1/2)

Chapter 1350: 442. Brain Marrow Imitation

The staff brought out the 15 players who had been resurrected after death from the ship cabin and sent them into the laboratory.

At the same time, the corpses of these 15 players were also dragged away by the staff, to an unknown destination.

The 15 players who had been resurrected after death watched their own bodies being taken away, feeling somewhat panicked.

“Isn’t that our bodies?”

“Where are they taking our bodies?”

“Hey, wait, what about the equipment on my body, let me take my equipment away…”

These players ran toward their corpses, trying to take the trivial things from the pockets of their corpses.

Finally, one of the players suddenly came to his senses and shouted:

“Wait! Haven’t you noticed something wrong? When we died before, our bodies would disappear immediately. The stuff we left on our bodies would scatter at the point of our death. But now, look, our bodies haven’t disappeared! And they look exactly like us!”

This cry brought everyone back to their senses.

Suddenly, the scene became chaotic.

“Yeah! Why haven’t our bodies disappeared?!”

“Bang, bang, bang.” A little player knocked on his corpse with his fist and said amidst the crisp sound:

“I feel like our bodies have been frozen. Is that why they haven’t disappeared?”

“What is this black technology…”

As the players discussed, the staff looked on with cold indifference but did not step forward to stop them.

Several surveillance cameras around the scene were trained on the noisy players, as if monitoring and also recording the players’ reactions to their own corpses.

About two minutes passed, and the noise gradually subsided, with the players taking back the things that belonged to them from their bodies.

But the bodies themselves were hung on mechanical arms by the staff and dragged out of the laboratory.

“Next is the second round of injections,” said the staff member’s electronic synthesized voice, still devoid of emotion.

“The Undying who died in the first round of injections will also participate in the second round. Please begin the injections now.”

“Are you kidding? I have to die again?”

“What the hell kind of task is this? I haven’t seen any reward, and I have to die three times? Go to hell!”

The players who died in the first round of injections couldn’t help but curse.

If they couldn’t survive the first round, how could they possibly survive the second and third round?

This test was less about selecting players suitable for deep physical modification and more like a trap to deduct experience.

Some players, with hot tempers, said nothing, turned around, and left while operating the game interface to initialize their safe zones.