This Game Is Too Realistic
Chapter 404

Twelve Black Boxes and an Envoy from the Desert

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While Chu Guang was talking to the Mother Deathclaw, Heya had been standing nearby.

Once the conversation between man and claw ended, she finally found a chance to join in. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm a researcher from The Alliance, from Vault 117. I mainly specialize in life sciences..."

Seeing those amber pupils fixed on her, Heya looked slightly embarrassed and hurriedly continued.

"Your condition is very... surprising. I'll periodically... uh, draw a little blood from you. Of course, this is mainly for your health—"

"For experiments, right? It doesn't really matter. This body was never mine alone. It's the crystallization of generations of wisdom from hundreds of thousands of researchers," the Mother Deathclaw said with a faint smile, unconcerned. "Take whatever you need."

Heya breathed a sigh of relief and quickly continued.

"...Thank you. I won't hurt you."

Although she had been eager to uncover the secrets hidden in this creature before coming here, treating an intelligent being capable of human speech as an experimental subject still left her with mixed feelings.

It was wonderful that the other party was willing to cooperate.

Shifting her gaze away from Heya, the Mother Deathclaw looked at Chu Guang.

"If I keep injecting the serum, my body will continue growing. In theory, I could live forever... but there isn't enough room here to contain me anymore. I plan to stop the injections. This body should theoretically have another forty-seven years left."

"Now that the traitors are dead, and the authority over Vault 79 has been transferred to you, my doubts have been answered. I can stay with you for another forty-seven years. Once you have recovered the research results from my body, I intend to live out my remaining time like a normal life-form."

Chu

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