Chapter 1757: Chapter 1755: Out of Control?
A structure similar to an interrogation room, with silver tables and chairs and a mysterious individual wrapped entirely in insulation tape leaning against the inside,
The scene in front of you easily creates a ’thought misdirection’.
Making most individuals undergoing the "Out of Control Test" believe that the process of [sitting down] will become the starting action of the ’test’ and naturally sit on the vacant silver chair.
But ever since Han Dong stepped into the small room, he hasn’t moved at all, standing quietly at the door.
Although his eyes are fixed on the individual entirely wrapped in insulation tape and the silver chair left for him, he doesn’t sit down.
Kept unmoving, even his breathing gradually slows down.
[Off-stage - Surveillance Zone]
Mr. M, who just finished negotiations with Charles, also came here to personally monitor the test status of Han Dong and others.
"How is Han Dong’s interaction with the original derivative?"
"The tester has been maintaining a stationary state since entering the room, and 3 minutes and 21 seconds have passed.
However, just standing still will not solve the problem.
"Origonal-03-Ⅰ" similarly has an active erosion intent tendency, if the target does not actively fall into its trap, it will certainly take action. Once an issue arises, will it be resolved by us or by yourself..."
"If there are any problems, I will personally restrain them.
However, Han Dong standing still is not about worrying or avoiding the problem, but rather "observing."
Perhaps he will take early action."
...
"I see..."
A smile appears on Han Dong’s face, finally taking action.
His left arm slowly raises at a quite leisurely pace.
Han Dong himself becomes increasingly emaciated during the raise, it feels like all the water, fat, and basic proteins in his body are rapidly vanishing.
However.
This is not due to the influence of the Out of Control, but a subjective change occurring within Han Dong.
When the left arm is raised to shoulder height, Han Dong has already transformed into a desiccated corpse, with both breathing and heartbeat stopped.
Dense death qi surrounds his entire body.
It was Han Dong who deliberately entered the "Dead State" to confront the current out of control test.
Withered fingers gently tap on the wall.
Joints collide with the wall, producing a rhythmic tapping sound:
"Tik-tak~Tik-tak~
Time is passing second by second, can we stop wasting time? Mr. Silver Sir, or should I say similar to Silver Sir.
This clumsy inducement trap doesn’t affect me much."
As soon as his words fell.
Insulation tapes scattered all over the ground, there was fundamentally no living entity wrapped within.
At this moment,
Silver handcuffs, silver tables, and silver benches begin to turn into a fluid state, gathering a humanoid figure in the center of the small room.
Tilting its head, with a rather odd expression observing Han Dong at the doorway.
It seems unclear why the ’prey’ is presenting in a completely dead state, its many effects cannot normally function this way.
A hoarse sound akin to bugs crawling emerges out of Han Dong’s throat:
"It seems you can perform super-fast soul assimilation on any living body,
Once caught with your silver material, even just a moment of touch can swiftly permeate into the soul... But~ for me now, even my soul has already died.
What will you do?
By the way, you should be able to understand, also understand what I’m saying, right?"
This near provocational rhetoric seems to have achieved the intended effect.
Buzzing~
A circle of rhythmic ripples emanates from the center of the silver entity’s face, alongside waves of incomprehensible sonic waves.
Takes somewhat uncoordinated steps, actively approaching Han Dong.
Every step leaves a puddle of silver liquid on the ground, which resonates accordingly with the sonic waves.
It seems to want to forcibly inject silver material into Han Dong’s body, using sonic resonance to directly shred the body, reaching the same effect even if the counterpart is a corpse.
Pa! Coming within attack range.
Swish~
A hand blade directly plunges into Han Dong’s abdominal cavity, and streams of cold silver fluid quickly flows inward.
Beep beep beep!
Alarms sound from the surveillance room.
Feedback data from the tight suit worn by Han Dong shows the "Out of Control Value" rapidly increasing.
"The individual is being assimilated by Origonal-03-Ⅰ, the Out of Control Value has reached containment standards! Requesting total clearance of target and testing room number three."
The staff observing this scene determined Han Dong was beyond saving, even if he survives, he will inevitably turn into an out of control derivative.
"Wait."
Mr. M signals the staff not to rush while asking:
"What is the Out of Control Value for Origonal-03-Ⅰ?"
"As the first generation direct derivative of the original, its Out of control value is between ’800-1200’."
"Take another look at Han Dong’s current Out of Control Value."
With Mr. M’s reminder.
The staff all stare at the numbers on the display screen, completely dumbfounded.
Han Dong’s current Out of Control Value has reached a startling 1360 and is still increasing... logically, as an assimilated individual, Han Dong’s Out of Control Value cannot exceed the assimilating subject.
"What exactly is this?"
Mr. M shows a rare smile: "Quite a good show to watch..."
...
Inside the testing room.
Silver material has spread to multiple parts of Han Dong’s body.
Arms, body trunk all covered with large silver spots.
Yet when the silver fluid attempts to invade the most crucial brain, it is stuck at the neck, unable to move upwards... as if it’s filled with numerous, dense, unassimilable soft substances.
A substance Origonal-03-Ⅰ has never seen before.
Han Dong speaks again at this moment.
Due to the throat being filled with something,
As he speaks, soft, thin tentacles also overflow from the throat, floating in the air, filtering the sound through tentacles, forming a sound with dramatic highs and lows, an eerie tone:
"It is indeed not pure silver... but a kind of silver-like material, or rather, a special material with both physical and soul traits.
You must be a product stripped from a certain Out of Control individual?
Once touched, it would instantly erode to the soul’s plane, even if just a bit remains between the soul, it can silently spread and assimilate the entire body.
Too bad, doesn’t work on me."
Upon finishing his remark.
Han Dong has transformed into the Faceless One’s true state, a bunch of tentacles madly wriggling in the area behind the head
He initially wanted to add some laughter as a ’seasoning’ but decided against it after thinking.
If the observers hear the laughter, it might result in severe consequences, Han Dong would rather not waste time dealing with other issues.
Pong pong pong~
Subsequent monitor shattering sounds are heard.
Numerous small tentacles have intercepted all monitor images to prevent the transmission of ongoing "visual pollution".
With all images disconnected,
The only thing obtained is the "Out of Control Value" transmitted back from the suit, reaching a terrifying [5000].
Before long.
The Out of Control Value ceases to grow and collapses back to [0] within seconds.
When Mr. M leads a group of fully armed staff to open the sealed door of the testing room.
Han Dong is seen leaning against the doorway, smiling and greeting Mr. M.
The silver-like material has completely evaporated and disappeared, not leaving a trace.