"Is this... breeding Variant in captivity, or is it an experiment?"
As a member of the [Godslaying] Squad who had taken on countless missions, Meng Yuan was clearly not frightened, but rather deeply shocked.
This Variant could be either kept in captivity by the Light God Society or infiltrated into the Star God Building.
But they absolutely cannot be kept under the control of the Star God Group!
Because this completely conflicts with the Night Star's overall ideology of eliminating Variant species!
To put it bluntly, it's betraying the Night Star Organization.
"But... if it's for an experiment, it shouldn't cause any problems, right?"
Meng Yuan stroked her chin, thinking to herself that if it really was an experiment, there shouldn't be any problems.
"Let me see what secrets this place holds, since we've already come this far."
Meng Yuan slung the magic wand back over her shoulder and began investigating the place herself.
At the same time, the Ragdoll cat's big, watery eyes began to contract and become vertical, like a beam of light taking in everything in the dark room and the Meng Yuan.
"This is really vintage; I've only ever seen these kinds of videotapes on TV."
Meng Yuan opened the dusty counter and took out a videotape labeled "[Record One]" from among many videotapes covered with labels.
How do I use this?
Looking at the videotape from afar, glancing left and right, I finally noticed the old-fashioned television set next to it.
He slid to the side and moved away.
Next to the television was a very old black box, with a slot in the very center just the right Xiaogang to hold a videotape.
"I think this thing is called... a video recorder."
"It should play when I put it in, right?"
Meng Yuan first turned on the power to the television, and then slowly pushed the videotape into the input of the VCR.
As the VCR started up with a buzzing sound, the television screen in front of her first flickered with a blurry image, and then a somewhat blurry image appeared in Meng Yuan's eyes.
"Success!"
Meng Yuan gazed at the scene before him with delight, his eyes filled with pride.
Hela, standing tens of meters away, could clearly see the images playing on the television.
It was a young man wearing a white lab coat, who looked like a researcher explaining something to the screen.
His background was the same laboratory where everyone else was, but it looked newer and simpler, without all the miscellaneous things we have now.
As Hela amplified her hearing, the researchers' voices became increasingly clear.
"Today is the first day of our formal research on the Variant."
"Our dissection of the Variant ' body structures revealed a strange phenomenon: weaker Variant had complex body structures, while stronger Variant had simpler body structures."
"Besides, the vast majority of them are infertile; I really don't know how they manage to reproduce."
As the explanation continued, several photos of dissected Variant appeared on the screen.
The video abruptly ended.
"It seems pretty ordinary..."
Meng Yuan took out the videotape and put it back in [Record 2].
"This is our fifth day of formally starting the research. We've gained a general understanding of the Variant ' abilities, which seem to originate from a strange force."
"The fifth day? I thought it was a videotape day." Meng Yuan casually waved her magic wand, conjuring a stool to sit down.
"This power comes from nowhere; it feels a bit like the air we breathe—it's everywhere."
The young man in the picture is still there, but this time, his face is full of interest.
"What would happen if humanity mastered this power?"
"We've decided to conduct live experiments next time..."
The scene ends.
"What is this? What kind of live experiment!"
Meng Yuan, who had initially shown little interest, suddenly widened her eyes and sat down abruptly from the bench.
But she quickly calmed down, "Living subjects probably refer to Variant, how could they possibly use humans for experiments?"
Even so, her hands trembled uncontrollably as she inserted the third videotape.
"On the thirty-fifth day since the experiment officially began, the number of participants who have died has reached three hundred and ninety..."
The young man's short sentence struck Meng Yuan soul, shattering all her fantasies.
She was like a computer whose brain had crashed, frozen in place as the scene in front of her continued to play.
"We have made absolutely no progress in enabling humans to master those Variant abilities."
" This Variant is unlike any other living thing on Earth; it's like they're aliens."
"We tried the simplest method to forcibly combine a reproductively capable Variant with a human."
"But the instinct of this Variant seems to be solely focused on slaughtering humans, regardless of the method used."
"We also conducted various transplantation and matching experiments, but all of them failed."
The screen played several shocking photos repeatedly.
The Meng Yuan, and his heart trembled incessantly.
"Ugh... I'm going to vomit--"
She collapsed to her knees, clutching her stomach, and began to vomit in agony.
She forced herself to get up and went to the wall covered with photos.
When the appalling images pierced Meng Yuan's eyes, she felt a strong sense of nausea again, followed by uncontrollable anger.
" Mind Magic... [ Clear the Mind and Calm the Spirit ]."
The gem on the magic wand emitted a faint, magical light, forcibly suppressing the anger in Meng Yuan's heart.
The girl wearing the magic hat let out a long sigh of relief and put the remaining videotapes in.
It was still the same familiar laboratory, and the same familiar young man, but his face looked extremely haggard, as if he had aged several years.
"Today marks the 139th day since the experiment officially began..."
His voice was extremely weak, as if his life force had been drained away.
"Our experiments have made a substantial breakthrough; we have discovered that humans can also generate that peculiar power."
"However, this power is more like a curse."
A flicker of fear crossed his eyes.
"We found that people who died from the torture of experiments seemed to have an effect on their surroundings after death."
"The resentment our ancestors spoke of might just be this thing."
"The stronger the resentment and the greater the hatred towards us before death, the greater the effect after death."
"Some people have already had a significant impact even before they've died."
"Phew... But after these days of research, we've come up with a solution."
His expression began to relax.
Then the unchanging camera began to rotate for the first time, turning to an extremely sloppy room that looked like it had just been chiseled open.
The room was filled with human remains, shrouded in gloom.
As one piece of specially made glass after another covered it, thousands of tragically deceased souls were permanently sealed within.
The gloom surrounding the corpse seemed like a living soul, constantly pattering against the glass as the shadows swayed, yet it never made a sound.