At that moment, Connors stood silently in an area filled with Tritium Gas. Everything around it seemed to have been muted, with only the sound of Tritium Gas slowly drifting through the air, like a demon's whisper.
Incredibly, Connors seemed completely unaware of the Tritium Gas permeating the air.
It parted its huge, ferocious jaws slightly and greedily inhaled deeply, continuously drawing the leaking Tritium Gas into its lungs.
The Tritium Gas passed through its respiratory tract without obstruction and entered its lungs.
When tritium underwent beta decay, it released high-energy electrons.
Like furious bullets, these high-energy electrons rampaged through Connors's alveoli.
Ordinarily, such radiation damage would be fatal to any living creature, rapidly destroying cellular structures and triggering a series of severe physiological disorders.
Yet for Connors, these microscopic impacts that should have brought excruciating pain and injury instead seemed to give it an indescribable pleasure.
The sensation was like that of someone long addicted to extreme stimulation suddenly encountering an even more intense and novel source of excitement.
It felt as though it were smoking the finest Cuban cigar, the rich, distinctive aroma and smoke filling its mouth and lungs, intoxicating it beyond escape.
Its gaze gradually became unfocused, and an obsessed expression appeared on its face, as though the entire world contained nothing but this radioactive scent that had left it intoxicated.
As time passed, the tritium in Connors's lungs was gradually absorbed completely.
It took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled the radiation-free waste gas.
Although the waste gas no longer contained tritium, other trace radioactive byproducts produced by the earlier tritium decay might still have remained, merely at relatively low concentrations.
The waste gas formed a faint mist in the air, quickly dispersing into the surrounding environment.
A satisfied, delighted expression appeared on Connors's face—the