Chlorine Sodium's Arknights

This is why replacing all organs leads to cyberpsychosis, and why people who have had organs replaced change their personalities drastically.

"Um... miss, are you alright?"

A passing waiter saw the tall, silver-haired beauty by the table, who had been downing glass after glass of red wine as if drowning her sorrows. Wei Fu's family was immensely wealthy, owning the entirety of Lungmen; a few bottles of aged wine were nothing. However, her mental state was concerning.

People from Yan Nation liked auspicious things – lucky days, lucky dates, good fortune. Celebrations like birthdays were naturally meant to be joyous. Anything unfortunate happening would surely spoil the mood.

However, when the woman turned her head, the waiter was so startled he could barely speak.

Those were a pair of crimson-gold eyes, radiating a terrifying aura!!!

"I'm fine."

Dismissing the waiter perfunctorily, Chlorine Sodium seemed to give up on something, turning to look at Chen Hui Jie, who was talking with Wei Yan Wu.

Her eyes, emitting an eerie glow, were filled with murderous intent and amusement.

But it wasn't time yet.

There was definitely no time today.

So she would remember her well.

You will eventually meet me again.

And then I will deal with you.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard!!

"Aaaahhh!!"

Several ladies nearby screamed as the wind lifted their skirts.

The hall instantly descended into chaos.

Fortunately, this was just a minor interlude during the birthday celebration. Nothing significant happened in the end; it was merely the wind blowing in from the open floor-to-ceiling windows.

Chen Zheng, amidst the crowd, turned his head in confusion. He looked in the direction from which he had felt an imposing gaze.

But there was nothing there, only the servants and family members dealing with the issue, and the honored guests who had arrived.

In a dirty workshop.

Her gray pupils slowly opened. A giant rat was in front of the girl, gnawing on something with its front paws.

My head hurts...

Suddenly, her slowly awakening consciousness brought back her memories.

That Demonkin.

That Demonkin was strong. Even though they wore a metal faceplate mask that covered their entire face, their ferocious gaze was locked onto Yelena!

And all her attacks were blocked by the opponent.

They seemed like a veteran of the battlefield, their attacks even possessing a ferocity Yelena had never witnessed before.

As a fist capable of shattering a skull swung towards the man, the dagger in his hand was already about to pierce her neck.

Unless she intended a mutual kill, she had no choice but to abandon her attack and dodge.

The opponent's tricky and slippery fighting style made Yelena very uncomfortable.

Even when she unleashed her ice mist, that Demonkin managed to withstand it for two seconds!

Ordinary Ursus people would have been frozen solid by then!!

It was during those two seconds that the opponent sent the girl flying with a single punch.

Kazdel has always been shrouded in eternal war, with endless smoke and fire blanketing the land. The mercenaries produced there were veterans forged in the crucible of battle.

Of course, they weren't soldiers, but butchers.

The twisted war had twisted people into demons, and the Sarkaz were such beings.

From birth, the first thing they learned wasn't how to eat, but how to hold a knife.

Although Ursus people are known for their martial spirit on Terra, the Sarkaz are actually more adept at fighting.

Unfortunately, there are no legendary figures among the Sarkaz.

Because most of those who were about to become legends are already in their graves.

However, this place seems very dirty and chaotic, much like... the kitchen of some poor district.

But why was she in a kitchen?

It was dirty and chaotic. The fat rat in front of her had already run off, but the smell of blood still filled her nostrils, making it difficult for the girl to breathe.

Yelena was already accustomed to the smell of blood.

Children born in the mines bore the marks of war and hardship. Unlike fledglings from the city, they were already used to blood and death.

But she had never encountered such a strong smell of blood before.

However, the moment she saw the first object that came into view, the girl realized she was wrong, terribly wrong!

This isn't a workshop or a kitchen at all, but rather a...

Slaughterhouse.

And those hanging from the iron hooks suspended from the ceiling... weren't animal carcasses.

They were... people.

ps: This garbage server, one bit of bad network and it won't even let me upload a chapter!!!

Has all of Ciweimao's funding gone to whores!! Why does bad network swallow formatting and publishing chapters, and then not even display the verification for Ciweimao's author backend?!! Learning from 2077's braindance black screen, how am I supposed to drag the verification code with my eyes closed?!!!

Really something else, Ciweimao!!!!

Section 46 Chapter 46[On the way to silence witnesses.jpg]

Is... is this hell?

Her grey pupils stared in horror at everything before her.

As she took in her surroundings, the girl's stomach began to cramp.

Far from her, a man stood before an operating table, covered in blood. He wasn't wearing surgical scrubs, but a butcher's white apron.

The apron was stained with dried blood that wouldn't come out.

On the operating table lay a corpse. The man was using a saw and pliers to rummage through the corpse's opened abdomen!

Blood had already flowed onto the stone floor, eventually draining into the sewer along with the sewage.

"Ugh..."

So disgusting!

A thick, nauseating bile erupted in her stomach, and she felt her spine crawl. Unease and fear spread throughout her body, finally gripping her heart tightly.

Even though Yelena came from a mining background and thought she had seen the darkest and most brutal corners of this world, already accustomed to death and bloodshed.

But the world's kindness was also showing her its entirety.

Kind neighbors, helpful uncles.

And... the older sister who gave her all her warmth.

She thought she had escaped the nightmare, escaped the dreams that haunted her, when fate seemed to play a huge joke on her again.

As she saw all of this, she realized that the malice of this land wasn't directed at anyone.

It treated everyone fairly.

The suffering of this land seemed endless.

The thick sound of flesh being torn made her instinctively feel disgusted.

"Welcome to our lair. Looks like you're a bit early. I thought you'd be brought to the operating table half-conscious."

A sharp, grating voice, like a knife scraping against glass, echoed.

It was the guy who caused trouble at the clinic on the first day!

"Oh, oh, don't look at me like that."

Glowered at by the girl's angry eyes, if her mouth hadn't been stuffed, she would have pounced and bitten the bastard to death.

But she couldn't. Her hands and feet were bound, rendering her immobile.

The man, however, was unfazed. A defeated opponent, even a fierce beast, with its limbs bound, is just a fish waiting to be slaughtered.

The man's lecherous gaze roamed unscrupulously over the girl's youthful body, but he finally let out a sigh.

What a shame. If I'm not mistaken...

You're Infected, aren't you?

Seeing a flicker in the girl's eyes, the man became even happier.

"What a masterful disguise. If I couldn't smell the unique scent of Originium up close, I wouldn't have known you were Infected. So the question is, who taught you this technique? It's brilliant. If you sold this method, you could make a fortune, haha..."

Suddenly, the man's somewhat normal expression turned utterly malicious!

The man finally revealed his true nature, a malice beyond compare.

After all, he was the manager here. Manager of what?

Selling human organs for money. This place was like a slaughterhouse! Except instead of slaughtering beasts, they slaughtered their own kind.

The man suddenly kicked Yelena hard in the abdomen.

"Mmmph mmph mmph!!!"

Seeing the girl curl up in pain, the man became even more deranged.

"What a shame you're Infected. If you weren't as disgusting as a dog with smallpox, I would have made you wish you were dead long ago."

Saying this, the man ignored the girl's furious yet helpless gaze, grabbed her silver hair, and pulled her up, forcing her to look in another direction.

It was behind her.

It was a somewhat empty corner, where a dim, yellowish light shone down. The dim, warm lighting made it stand out from the colder tones of the surroundings.

Although the ground was also covered in blood, the slight difference was that there was only one iron hook here, and beneath the iron hook hung the corpse of a woman.

But unlike those poor souls who had been disemboweled, skinned alive, and had all their organs removed, this woman's limbs were at least intact, and her stomach was not cut open.

Instead... there were countless scars, some clearly from beatings, bruises, and whip marks.

All five fingers were severed, and the iron hook had pierced through both of her palms.

"See? This is my little hobby. This woman was quite resilient. I tortured her for a week, and she just died yesterday. What a pity, I was actually sad she died so quickly before I could find the next one. But..."

The man looked at the girl with a ferocious expression, his lips splitting into a grotesque smile twisted by desire.

"I seem to have found a very suitable next toy."

The girl struggled violently, but the man paid no mind to the young beast's thrashing. They, who were skilled in trading human organs, had too many ways to control someone.

"Don't worry, you're worth much more than this woman. When you're tortured to death, the Originium Crystals left in your body can be dug out and sold for a good price. You know, there are many hypocritical rich people in this world who really like to collect such things."

Seeing the girl try to use Originium Arts but finding herself unable to, the man explained.

"Don't worry, the thing on your neck won't let you use Originium Arts. Just obediently show your value."

The man put on an act, speaking in a theatrical tone, as if he were a winner.

This was the joy of victory.

The winner gets everything, the loser loses all.

And he, he could obtain everything with ease!

The girl struggled, but the more she struggled, the more excited the man became. After all, wasn't it a beautiful sight in the world to watch the loser rage impotently, knowing they could only be slaughtered?

Watching someone gradually lose hope, that was a kind of pleasure.