Graveyard Plot 7

Lost in Confusion

A familiar voice rang out beside his ear—

it was the urging of a Junior Apprentice inside the laboratory. This Junior Apprentice was deeply favored by the Mentor and usually served as a mouthpiece to relay important matters.

"Senior Apprentice, Senior Apprentice! The paper sent for external review is the only one you haven't submitted!"

"Fuck... I haven't finished revising it yet!"

These words were a hundred times more terrifying than any nightmare.

An indescribable mental stimulus directly tore open the membrane of the dream, yanking Yi Chen back to reality.

He sat up abruptly.

His back was soaked.

What lay before him was not the laboratory he knew, but a desolate, dark, and decaying graveyard.

And beside him lay a corpse with its head split open, utterly devoid of life, already long still.

Just then, a faint flicker of firelight swayed past his cheek.

A small black ball of flesh with skinny arms and legs stood nearby, holding a kerosene lamp.

"You're awake!

Not bad at all~ You actually managed to kill this Mutant.

The wounds on your body that could have been fatal have already been stopped and stitched... Try standing up."

"Hmm?"

Yi Chen quickly checked his body.

His left arm, which should have been immobile, actually lifted with ease.

The coin-sized hole in his left upper arm was packed with an unknown black mass of flesh, connected by dense fuzz.

Not only had the bleeding stopped, but the torn muscles and nerves had also been reconnected and repaired.

Other parts of his body had received similar treatment.

He reached out, supported himself, and slowly stood up.

Aside from some dizziness and a bit of pain, there was basically no problem.

"Thank you... Next, I still need to deliver this corpse to Graveyard Plot 7."

Yi Chen was well aware that the whole matter was far from over.

Until the corpse was disposed of and the extra grave mound was leveled, he could not afford to relax for a single moment.

The small ball of flesh was quite satisfied with Yi Chen's attitude.

It hopped back onto his shoulder, one hand still helping to hold the kerosene lamp.

Creak, creak~

The wooden wheels of the cart ground against the ground, producing an odd scraping sound.

The corpse stuffed inside the sack, after a short bumpy journey, finally arrived at Graveyard Plot 7, which was set apart at the edge of the cemetery, completely isolated.

According to the description in the manual, this plot only needed to be visited when an unknown corpse cart appeared in the cemetery; on ordinary days, there was no need to approach, let alone patrol.

Its style was Completely Different from Graveyard Plots 1 through 6.

It was entirely enclosed by a stone wall over five meters tall, with a Crow Sculpture adorning the wall every three meters, as if monitoring everything nearby.

Moreover, Yi Chen could smell a distinctly different odor wafting from Graveyard Plot 7.

Beyond the inherent decay of the cemetery itself, there was also a scent of burnt fragrance, as if something was being burned.

Just then, the iron door embedded in the stone wall opened on its own.

At the same time, the sound of leather shoes stepping on stone came through.

A tall man in a top hat and Black Suit strode out.

With white-gloved hands, he elegantly propped a walking stick tipped with a golden skull in front of him, and faint wisps of deathly aura could be seen seeping from the skull's eye sockets.

For some reason, the light from the kerosene lamp could not clearly illuminate this man's face, as if it were covered by a layer of mist.

He could only vaguely make out a high nose bridge, but

Yi Chen, relying on his unique vision, caught an additional important detail.

A circle of gold decoration on the middle of the cane was engraved with an organization mark:

[G&D]

It seemed

this person was likely an operative sent by the organization to handle trouble—if Yi Chen died in Graveyard Plot 4, this man would personally deal with the aftermath.

Another possibility was that this person belonged to the organization and had been stationed in Graveyard Plot 7 all along.

At that moment, the other party spoke first.

"William Berens.

An ordinary contracted employee, yet able to single-handedly resolve the mutation incident in Graveyard Plot 4... This cemetery hasn't seen an interesting fellow like you in seventeen years.

Push the corpse in; I still need to conduct a deeper mutation examination."

The Mysterious Figure shot a particular glance at the small meatball on Yi Chen's shoulder, as if confirming the meatball's 'harmlessness' or verifying its type and identity, then led Yi Chen inside.

Completely different from what he had imagined, this so-called Graveyard Plot 7 had no grave mounds at all.

Only a metal hemispherical house stood in the center, with a tall chimney on its roof... the burnt, fragrant smell he'd noticed earlier was drifting from the chimney opening.

Additionally, Yi Chen noticed that the telephone line from the wooden cabin extended here, and it was highly likely that the Mysterious Figure before him was the "Administrator" mentioned in the manual.

Entering the hemispherical house, the interior was mainly divided into two areas.

One was the [Autopsy Area], equipped with various surgical instruments and an old-fashioned operating table.

The other was the [Cremation Area], connected to the chimney and in a constant state of burning.

Following instructions, Yi Chen lifted the corpse with its split-open head onto the operating table.

The Mysterious Figure tied on a clean white apron, picked up his tools, and began work.

He was very fast, even a bit dazzling... within minutes, he reached a conclusion.

"Plant Variant Infection, a relatively rare case.

The pus-like pathogen is oblate spheroid in shape, with excellent light transmission and clearly visible 'Chromogenic Particles.'

It's a special, uncommon mutant, and it's in the early stage of infection.

The wound is deep; the pus-like pathogen was split open in one go... Silver Infusion, eliminating the condition.

Elegant and effective."

While examining the lethal wound on the Plant Living Corpse, the Mysterious Figure suddenly shot Yi Chen a meaningful look.

"With some training, you might become a decent gentleman.

Since you split the pathogen in one strike without using any non-physical form of attack, this corpse's damage rate is less than 10%, and its value can still be further exploited.

Next, send the corpse to the cremation furnace and see what luck you have."

Yi Chen just listened silently.

Though there were parts he didn't understand, he vaguely sensed an opportunity in the air.

[Cremation Area]

In front of the steaming giant incineration furnace was a hook-style conveyor belt.

The corpse had to be hung on an iron hook, then sent into the furnace for burning using a hand-cranked wheel beside it.

This structural design

reminded Yi Chen of a delicacy he often ate in his past life—[Peking Duck].

Associating it with the burnt, fragrant smell permeating the air, his stomach immediately churned.

In the end, he held it in.

Following the Mysterious Figure's instructions, he pierced the iron hook through the corpse's shoulder blade.

As the Plant Living Corpse was sent into the cremation furnace, he could also see several other corpses reduced to skeletons by the flames.

"Um... the extra coffins and tombstones from Graveyard Plot 4 haven't been removed yet. I'll go take care of that now."

"No rush.

You've already killed the Pathogen and eliminated the 'symptoms.' The tombstone and coffin tied to this corpse will vanish one after another—no need to deal with them further.

Before the cremation ends, we can have a private chat."

"Alright."

Yi Chen himself wanted to learn more about this world.

The bizarre experiences in the graveyard alone had completely immersed him.

The Mysterious Figure opened a hidden passage leading to the basement.

Down here, the heat and smell of the Cremation Area were effectively blocked.

The so-called basement turned out to be a lavish room with a strong European Style—three bedrooms and a living room, fully stocked with daily necessities.

From the looks of it, the other party likely lived here long-term.