723 On 721 SIDE Sibula (1/2)

I'm not bragging about my misfortune. But I don't think there are as many people who live a life full of odds as I do.

No, they tell you not to bracket me as a 'human' in the first place?

It seems that I was born decades ago now. I don't remember living that long myself, so I don't really feel it.

The place is an island floating in the sky. It was a secret experimental site in the Reids kingdom.

There, all kinds of inhumane experiments were carried out daily, but I was one of those experimental subjects.

There is an artificial monster called Chimera. It is the product of a retarded plan to synthesize multiple Warcraft and create the strongest Warcraft. In the end, we ran wild and destroyed a number of countries, but we secretly continued our research on the floating island with the unfounded confidence that we would be fine.

After all their research, they run wild because the Warcraft are the main ones! If you take human beings as your subject, you must not run wild! They've come to that conclusion.

Superman production plan. Am I supposed to laugh at the cheapness of the guy I named, or worry about the craziness of the guys I actually transferred to execution?

Anyway, a human demon synthesis experiment with that name took place, and after hundreds of failures, I was created.

Even before I was built, I seemed to have repeatedly synthesized blood, implanted demonic stones, and all sorts of stupid things.

A foolish act that also nods that I'm the only success story. From me, they ended up treating me like a failure.

In my case, it was not a way to mix the power of the Warcraft into a grown man. They used the method of mixing dragon and slime factors at that stage before it became a person's form in the mother's womb.

I guess they expected the power of the dragon and the regenerative power of the slime.

Moreover, it was a special undead that was chosen as a mother capable of withstanding the birth of a special individual. The mad experiment of instilling resentment in a living human creates an intelligent and powerful Necromancer. It was created as a product, undead.

A baby born with factors of man, dragon and slime, created by borrowing the belly of an undead who kept critical reason.

Is that a person at all?

Moreover, the child did not dwell on the power that was only wanted. Though they were born with regenerative abilities, they were little different from people except that they grew somewhat faster.

After several years of human experimentation, judged a failure, I will be turned to a different study. That's the frozen sleep experiment. Anything, they're experiments that freeze humans so they can stay asleep without aging for long periods of time.

They didn't have any success stories here either, but they seem to have focused on my ability to play. I guess that's what you thought if you had the slightest regenerative ability, it would be possible to resurrect from freezing.

I remember slightly when I was put in a coffin and poured weird water that nulled me.

Well, I can barely remember the memory of that time. Terrifying researchers and gentle compatriots, even in hell. I guess enough to remember them fragmentarily.

I don't know anything about floating islands after that, either. However, according to the information gathered, the floating island seemed to have dungeoned more than a decade after I was frozen.

At that time, I was mixed up in a little research material that floating island researchers had transferred to a laboratory on the ground just before my death.

But in the turmoil of the country, I will be left alone for a long time. It was only 10 years ago that it was understood that I was not just a corpse, but a sample of a frozen sleep experiment, and thawing was attempted.

And even there I am treated like a failure. Because of insufficient internal thawing, it was a living corpse.

As a result, I was discarded. Thanks, the researchers who did the thawing seem to have secretly brought me up to monopolize my kung fu and decided it was dangerous to keep me on hand, a failure.

If it were normal, you could just kill it and bury it, but those young researchers hesitated. He scattered, cut, opened and finely chopped, and his conscience blamed him for killing him. Are you nuts?