The abstract interaction between the master and his two apprentices quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the monitoring room.
After reviewing the footage from the last two minutes, the entire base immediately went into highest alert, and the underground space was completely sealed off.
The reason is simple: this is not the first time people have seen Source of Disorder, but it is the first time they have witnessed the birth of Source of Disorder, right under their noses, in the past five minutes, when nothing seemed to have happened.
A new exit opened on the metallic-looking patchwork wall, and voices from the monitoring room came through the wires, guiding the volunteers one by one into the exit for individual isolation.
The three, who had just fought with plants, parted with some farewells before finally entering separate cubicles for questioning.
Two hours later...
"Several instructions will be issued in succession. Please try to control the Aberration plants based on your previous experience."
A cold, mechanical voice came through, and [ Backstabbing Expert ] closed his eyes, feeling the connection between himself and the innocent potted Pothos.
It should be said that things developed far beyond his expectations.
According to the world-building of typical literary works, after gaining extraordinary power, the protagonist faces only three possibilities: living in the light, living in the shadows, or living in... a laboratory.
Although he now lives in a laboratory, it's not the kind of "life" he imagined.
There was no slicing, restraint, or forced experimentation. Although he knew his own country wouldn't do such things, he was still a little nervous when it came to this point.
However, the anticipated bad ending did not occur, but some kind of evil civilization was brought in from the outside—
After yet another failed attempt to control the potted Pothos, the mechanical voice on the loudspeaker no longer seemed cold, but rather carried a hint of anxious urging:
"Volunteer Lü Yang (real name of ' Backstabbing Expert '): Your progress is now seriously behind the other volunteers. Please cooperate with the experiment carefully, diligently accumulate experience, and focus on manipulating the Aberration plants."
"Stop rushing me, stop rushing me..."
[ The Backstabbing Expert ] clutched its head in pain. It was clearly the one who learned to manipulate plants first, but this Pothos was really strange. It seemed to know when to move and when not to move.
Right now, that potted Pothos looks lazy and listless, showing absolutely no intention of obeying orders, and...
Who exactly is leading the charge in this involution at a time like this?
If I find out, I'll definitely teach him a lesson!
Achoo!
Achoo!
Two sneezes rang out almost simultaneously. Looking at the milky white dust filling the air in front of him, the professor casually wiped his nose.
The morning glory also stretched out the delicate tips of its branches, brushed against the flowers twice, and perfectly imitated his movements.
The professor nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this, then asked the monitor in the private room:
Is there anything else I need to do?
After a moment of silence, a familiar voice came from the other end of the speaker:
"You're moving too fast. Let us think about it."
The professor immediately recognized the voice as that of the middle-aged man in black and replied with a smile:
"No problem, I think it's quite fun."
In the monitoring room, the middle-aged man in black looked at the professor, who seemed completely at ease, and then at the [ Backstabbing Expert ] who had broken down to the point of punching the wall with his bare hands. He asked the person next to him:
Are they really teacher and student?
A professor watching the security camera twitched at the corner of his mouth:
"Yes... we sometimes misjudge things too..."
The middle-aged man in black turned his gaze to the surveillance camera in the third cubicle and discovered that Li Yu ([ Dawn Ah ]'s real name) was practicing boxing with her pet rose...
Just then, the young assistant behind him suddenly asked:
"So I understand the logic, but when we go on missions later... do we really need to bring these Aberration plants with us?"
The middle-aged man in black turned to look at him:
"Otherwise what?"
"It just feels very different from the game..."
"This is the conclusion reached after multiple discussions, and it represents the most suitable level at present."
The middle-aged man reached into his pocket, as if to pull out something to take a puff, but ultimately gave up.
"Even if a one-time excessive Aberration doesn't have a physical impact on their health, it will still have a psychological effect."
The man in black gestured with his lip towards the professor on the screen:
"The professor and his wife are both in their sixties. Don't you think about how frightening it would be if someone came home with morning glories growing on their hands and neck?"
"... I understand."
The assistant nodded:
"There's one more thing."
"Go ahead and say it."
"It's about batches. The second batch of volunteer names has been submitted. When is the next conversion?"
"No rush."
The middle-aged man in black nodded, stood up, and walked away, saying:
"We need to at least determine that this transformation is generally harmless, and we also need some practical documentation..."
"Once everyone has a basic understanding of the Aberration plants, we will first take them to come into contact with the Source of Disorder and observe the Source of Disorder, the Aberration plants, and their respective reactions."
"Then send them out in groups. Aren't there several Source of Disorder that haven't been identified yet? Let them try."
The young man nodded and asked:
"Captain, what are you doing...?"
"Okay, you keep an eye on the situation here. I'm going to the army area."
"Has something happened over there?"
The middle-aged man turned to look at his assistant:
"This world doesn't exist, but rather another world..."
"It seems like something big is about to happen."
World of Disorder, Theocracy, Holy City.
"Your Excellency, a messenger from the Archbishop of the Coastal Province has arrived with urgent news. It says that the second... uh, it says the rebels have sent a formidable delegation to the capital, High Bank City, to deliver... the orders of the rebel leader, that false Holy Son, demanding their immediate surrender and surrender..."
The trembling voice of the attendant was abruptly interrupted by a low, angry shout:
"Should we hand over those Stained Ones, stop collecting taxes, and await reorganization?"
"Yes... that's right..."
"Hmph! I knew it!"
Cardinal Sailesi, who was sitting at the head of the empty council chamber, suddenly stood up and began to pace.
After a moment's thought, he suddenly asked his timid and submissive attendant:
"You just said 'a mission'? The previous provinces only reported one envoy and one attendant."
Under immense pressure from Sailesi, the official unfolded the document that was originally intended to be presented to him:
"Your Grace, the Archbishop of the Coastal Province clearly stated here: the delegation consists of eight people in total, including one chief envoy, one attendant, one scribe, one painter, and, and..."
"What else? Tell me quickly!"
The official lowered his head, not daring to meet Sailesi's gaze.
"There are also four musicians accompanying the team..."