Chapter 21 The Prison Cell

Opening the metal door before him, a room of about twenty square meters came into view.

The lights in the room were already on, so the scene inside was clearly visible.

Obviously...this was an experimental "cell."

Moreover, the four walls of this cell were almost completely covered in strange symbols and writing.

Needless to say, everyone has probably guessed...this is the cell where Dr. Andre was held during the third sleep experiment. And the writing on the walls was basically all done by him with excrement.

"The prisoner's conditions aren't bad..." Feng Bujue even muttered as he walked into the room, "...they're eating whole-wheat bread."

Most people, when entering a room so full of the stench of feces, would at least frown and cover their noses, even if they didn't vomit outright; but when Feng Bujue came in, he actually took a sniff first, and deduced the subject's diet from the smell...

"Hmm...Dr. Andre's hemorrhoids seem to be quite severe, too." After entering the room, Feng Bujue glanced around and discovered that the feces-colored writing...contained quite a few dark red parts. "Judging from this situation, they're flaring up almost every day."

Despite the commentary, he didn't forget his business.

From the moment he entered this room, he had begun to think about the third set of hints.

"Anti-tank dogs...sacrifices...sacrifices who refuse to sacrifice themselves...or...run back...return?"

"The third experiment, the first six days are basically the same as the first two experiments...unchanged."

"The seventh day...pacing back and forth...back...and forth..."

Thinking of this, Feng Bujue looked at the contents of the surrounding walls again.

"Oh...it's here..." Brother Jue said, his gaze fixed on the wall directly opposite the door. The seventh line of text on that wall had the same symbol at the beginning and end, and the feces used to draw the two symbols were bloody.

"Then...the eighth day... 'four' people besides the doctor...bleeding...sent to the infirmary. And...the ninth day...archived..."

This time, Brother Jue thought for a full five minutes before turning around and leaving the room.

"Hoo..." It wasn't until he went out that he belatedly realized, "I was thinking so intently...I ended up standing in a place full of shit for so long..."

Even Brother Jue makes mistakes sometimes.

However, this kind of mistake won't cause any substantial losses...

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Fifteen minutes later, Feng Bujue returned to the gravity-sensing gate from before.

Now Brother Jue knows very well that the area from this gate to Experiment Room Number One is a corridor that spirals inward like a mosquito coil, except that the corridor doesn't curve inward, but turns inward at right angles.

In the entire map, the terrain of this area is also unique. The corridors in other areas are all criss-crossing, orderly, and extending to the edge of the map; only this place...has a unique design.

"I thought the document's hint was pointing to the exit, it seems I was wrong again..."

Even at a considerable distance from the gate, Feng Bujue could already see the dark mass of figures at the intersection.

There were seven people standing there in total, six of whom were clearly mutant subjects and ritual conversion subjects from the sleep experiments, and the remaining one...was Igor.

"In this sandbox completely devoid of markers and details, the system used all the resources related to the main storyline that it could to create a 'map'...a 'map' that could only exist in my mind."

Even with so many obviously hostile NPCs appearing in his vision, Brother Jue remained unmoved, continuing to think in his mind...

"With extremely limited resources, the system transformed the way to break through this sandbox into 'various pieces of information' and conveyed them to me."

He got closer and closer to the figures, and his pace became faster and faster.

"From the very beginning...the system's primary goal wasn't to get me out of the 'script,' but to get me out of the 'sandbox.'"

He took his hands out of his pockets and leaned forward, ready to fight.

"The Foundation, after seeing through this, abandoned observation and instead adopted...this strategy."

[Hidden Mission Complete]

[Cracking the worldview: ***Observation Project]

In that instant, two consecutive voice prompts entered Feng Bujue's ears.

At the same time, the group of figures guarding the front moved.

"Hmm?" The moment those people moved, Feng Bujue realized something, "Heh...they're even learning and applying what they've learned..."

He instantly judged that all the enemies in front of him had become "mixed mutants" like himself.

Clearly, the Foundation's observers, after seeing what Brother Jue had done, followed suit—they used the remaining sleep experiment mutants to perform a conversion ritual on Igor, and then injected those mutants with VNO-9, so that all of these monsters became mixed mutants like Brother Jue.

As for intelligence or sanity, that no longer mattered. In any case, the Foundation had directly controlled the actions of these NPC monsters using forced intervention methods. As the last line of defense against Feng Bujue, they only needed to have strong strength and combat instincts...

Bang bang clang clang...

As the saying goes, no sooner said than done! At the moment of close combat, Brother Jue suddenly stopped abruptly and flipped backwards.

The monsters couldn't stop their momentum, and with a series of loud noises...they crashed into each other, some colliding with each other, and some crashing into the walls on both sides of the corridor.

The monsters' first charge ended in a disheveled and awkward state.

"Very good...still a bit of a challenge." At this time, Feng Bujue had already thrown away the toolbox, because he already had the power to crush the enemy's skulls with his bare hands.

However, right now he was facing seven opponents alone, and the individual strength of those seven opponents wasn't much different from his. To win in this situation...it was still a bit difficult, and he had to rely on combat experience and skills.

Fortunately...Brother Jue has a great advantage in this regard.

Don't be fooled by the monsters' fierce attacks, Feng Bujue was still dodging left and right, handling the situation with ease even without a clear advantage in speed...

To put it in a metaphor, this scene was like a fighting game...a group of very straightforward AIs, with friendly fire turned on, ganging up on a skilled player-controlled character.

"Heh... I didn't expect..." After fighting for a while, Feng Bujue said to himself with a smile, "I'd have this day..."

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the situation when he first encountered [Mad Tracker Sword Shadow].

The difference in physical skills was the same, and Brother Jue even had a greater advantage in terms of raw power.

However, before Brother Jue obtained a spirit weapon, he was still being suppressed by the opponent.

But now...Feng Bujue himself had become the one with superior combat skills. When he looked at the monsters rushing over like headless flies, with attack patterns that could be seen through at a glance, he finally experienced the feeling of a master beating up newbies.

Crack—

Thirty seconds into the fight, Feng Bujue seized an opportunity and shattered the back of a mutant's head with a snake-like thrust from his right hand, successfully taking down one person.

Where there's one, there's two. As the number of monsters decreased, it became easier and easier for Brother Jue to kill them.

The second opportunity appeared twenty seconds later...

Feng Bujue used a simple feint to trick two mutants into stumbling into each other, and then he spread his arms and easily took two lives.

And so...three minutes into the fight, only one of the seven opponents was left; and that...was Igor.

Just as Feng Bujue was preparing to decisively finish him off as well, suddenly...

Buzz buzz buzz—

The buzzing sound rang out once again, and those waves of invisible energy came from all directions once more.

"Feng Bujue, are you really going to kill Igor?" The next second, a woman's voice rang out. Her voice seemed to come from a very far away place, and its timbre was obviously transmitted through some kind of instrument, slightly distorted, "He's just an innocent experimental subject, and a partner who has helped you survive all this way."

"Hmph... isn't it ridiculous to say that now?" Feng Bujue sneered upon hearing this. "Isn't the real Igor already dead back in 1949?" He fought as he spoke, "He died in some underground research institute, becoming a sacrifice for some experiment." He paused, "What I'm facing now is just an image in a simulated world... Whether he lives or dies, he will disappear when you shut down this crude mirror world... Until you open the next parallel universe, and there will be another Igor, another Nikolai, another Andre..."

As he finished speaking, Feng Bujue kicked off the wall and jumped, circling around to the back of Igor, following up with a sweep kick that shattered the other party's head.

"Save it... whoever is talking to me." Feng Bujue landed and coldly continued, "If you have anything to say, we can talk about it when I get to your side."

That voice didn't respond to Brother Jue again, but the distortion of the scenery within the script intensified.

One could imagine... the Foundation was in a state of panic at this time. Even the sympathy card had been played, which was undoubtedly a sign of the end of their rope.

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After dealing with the last batch of obstacles, Feng Bujue entered the corridor behind the gravity-sensing gate without delay.

With his current physical functions, there was no issue of consuming survival points or stamina points. As long as he didn't engage in strenuous exercise, even in a state of brisk walking, those two values would continue to recover at a very considerable rate.

"Blood... blood... blood... I remember there were a few bags here..."

Two minutes later, Feng Bujue arrived at the operating room and opened a cabinet in the corner.

"Ah... it's here after all."

Inside the cabinet, there were some blood bags. This blood was all of the same blood type, and should have been prepared for Igor to receive a blood transfusion when needed.

Previously, when Feng Bujue explored this room, he had already discovered these blood bags. Considering that this blood was a different blood type from his own, and Igor's blood was already a fluorescent liquid at that time, Brother Jue didn't take the blood with him.

"Ok, let's go..." Right now, Feng Bujue picked up a few blood bags, went out, turned left, and continued forward.

When passing the room where ***-1011 was stored, he still cautiously shielded his eyes to avoid trouble...

After walking for a while, Feng Bujue came to Experiment Room Number One again—the room where he was initially teleported to.

After entering the room, he turned on the light and walked to the huge mirror, directly using his finger strength to puncture a bag of blood and began to draw symbols...

He drew a total of four symbols, namely the repeating symbols on the seventh line of the wall opposite the door in Dr. Andre's cell...marked with the blood from hemorrhoids.

After drawing, the blood in the blood bag was almost used up.

So, Feng Bujue threw away the blood bag and wiped his hands on his sticky and dirty clothes, then looked at the mirror... and revealed an evil smile.

"I know you're watching." Brother Jue smiled, "Hehe... it's quite apt that the system uses the example of 'anti-tank dogs' to describe your experiment..."

As he said this, the four symbols on the mirror surface gradually changed... emitting a deep red light.

"It's describing a story of... 'humanity paying the price for its arrogance.'"

[Current mission completed, main mission has changed]

At that moment, the system prompt came again.

Feng Bujue opened the game menu and found that [Escape the experimental base] had been checked off, and the newly appeared main mission was—[Destroy all Foundation records about ***-3232].

Almost at the same instant that Brother Jue saw the mission clearly, the mirror in front of him shattered.

"Clang clang clang..." A series of crisp sounds of glass shattering suddenly erupted, and spread out continuously...

Facing this scene, Feng Bujue didn't even blink, letting the fragments of the mirror fly towards him.

As a result... all those fragments passed through his body like intangible projections, causing no damage at all.

"What is this again... it shouldn't be a physical facility, right?" Looking at the dark space behind the mirror, Feng Bujue said softly.

Clang clang clang—

On the other hand, the sound of shattering still hadn't subsided, wave after wave, as if there was no end.

Because... it wasn't just that mirror that shattered, but the entire space.

The cracks on the mirror extended out, spreading to the walls, the ceiling, and even the ground...

Everything within Feng Bujue's sight quickly shattered, the surface "layers" all turned into untouchable fragments and scattered, disappeared, and that underlying black space didn't carry any light source... Brother Jue quickly couldn't see anything.

Next, was silence, and darkness...

Silent, shadowless.

However, this wasn't the Door to the Void after all... at least Feng Bujue could still hear his own breathing and heartbeat, and he didn't have that feeling of being spiritually eroded.

After a few breaths, finally...

Clang—

Chee—

A dull metallic pulling sound and a clear sound of a pressure valve releasing air came.

Immediately afterward, a strong light appeared in front of Feng Bujue...