The bones in the glass containers, the words on the metal plaques—every detail felt eerie.
T3088.
T4901.
T5029.
These serial numbers seemed completely unrelated. If there was any pattern at all, it was that the T3, T4, and T5 prefixes differed, seemingly indicating different grades.
On the entire wall, there were only three glass containers marked with T6 sequence plaques. Yet despite the containers being undamaged, they were empty inside.
Judging by rarity alone, T6 should have been the rarest. That meant T6 was likely the highest grade, while T3 was the lowest.
Endless glass containers stood in orderly rows, like coffins embedded in the rock walls.
This underground abyss resembled a massive burial pit for ten thousand people.
A burial pit for bionic bodies.
Zard looked at the pitch-black surroundings and shrank his neck.
Qing Chen had realized something: this guy was especially bold when it came to matters of the living, but particularly cowardly when it involved anything related to the dead.
"No wonder Spark Corporation built its secret base here. So they were conducting experiments that defied human ethics," the Great Elder marveled. "If the Federation found out, they'd be condemned by everyone."
The moment the words "bionic body" appeared beneath the glass containers, the importance of this underground base was already obvious.
And their serial numbers showed just how terrifyingly vast the experiments here had once been.
More than three thousand bionic humans? What an enormous undertaking!
Qing Chen raised his head and swept his gaze over the sheer cliffs on both sides of the underground river. Everywhere his flashlight beam passed, glass containers were packed densely together, as though they stretched all the way to the sky.
He could even imagine that, a thousand years ago, complete human bodies had floated inside these containers, green