Chapter 1133: Chapter 1133
The evening breeze was quite cool, the smell of smoke and fireworks lingering in the air, reminiscent of dinner scents from each household.
Originally, he was outside clearing out zombies.
But Sister Li called him; Mengmeng had a fever, was crying uncontrollably, and no one could soothe her, so he should come back for a look.
At present, Mengmeng had taken medicine, her fever had subsided, and she was sleeping peacefully.
He was also thinking about whether to add some content to the "Zombie Album."
The island destruction event yesterday seemed quite significant.
However, he was somewhat hesitant now, wondering if he should record it, and felt a little troubled about it.
"Should I write about it or not? If I include it in the album, the punch that destroyed the island—will people think I’m someone who likes to boast, reducing my credibility?"
"If they really believe it, would they feel I’m a violent person?"
"This definitely requires some caution."
Jiujiu couldn’t bring himself to write.
Forget it, some contents need not be recorded, to avoid unnecessary panic.
He didn’t want to express how powerful he was; the description of himself in the album was already sufficient and didn’t require additional clutter.
Lest the outside survivors think he has a heavy killing intent, it would really be a loss then.
The surviving people are very timid now, each of them like startled birds, even the slightest movement frightens them.
So they must be treated gently.
The earth-shattering punch remained forever hidden in Lin Fan’s heart, not publicized along with the "Zombie Album."
Mutants are organized.
Inside a transparent container rested a grotesque mass of flesh, enveloped by an unknown liquid, constantly scanned by a scanner.
This was the Creator’s flesh, representing the pinnacle of zombie flesh currently.
Nearby, there were other containers holding the perfect mutants killed while capturing the Creator, totaling four. Despite their contributions to the organization, they couldn’t be laid to rest, but had to be used for research.
Several researchers waited there out of boredom.
One researcher was enjoying a donut, savoring it, even though his weight approached three hundred pounds, he hadn’t given up on the pursuit of food.
"How’s the research?"
"What can I say, it’s just that way. The energy contained in the Creator is extraordinarily high, unimaginably so, even if you combined the dead experimental subjects here, they wouldn’t match the energy of this flesh."
"This is just the weaker Creator, compared to the truly powerful one, there’s a significant gap."
The researchers never truly considered mutants in their hearts, treating them only as research subjects rather than persons.
Now they were brought back for further research.
"These four guys have improved a lot since they were first manufactured, with more complex genetic sequences. It looks like during their time outside, they fused some zombie genes."
"Can we analyze which zombie genes are involved?"
"We can’t. They’ve already mixed and integrated, which is an unexpected benefit. After absorbing different zombie genes, no conflict formed, but rather a fusion, using humans as a research medium, often yielding unexpected results, perhaps representing tolerance and adaptability."
"Hehe, it’s interesting, even more interesting than my donut. I’d really like to see Cui Xiaofei’s condition."
"His situation is more unique, we’ve all seen the battle footage. His body has undergone significant evolution, developing two pairs of red wings, his body can expand to twice its previous size, with terrifyingly enhanced speed, strength, and so on. God knows what he’s experienced outside."
"Too bad it wasn’t him who died; researching his condition would definitely yield more."
"Who would have thought, during the administration of the drug, that he’d be the most perfect evolved one? It’s not the drug we gave him that’s impressive, rather it’s the difference between people’s physiques and the differing chain reactions they produce."
"Yes, that makes sense. The direction of the research is becoming more intriguing, but what does the Commander truly want as a result?"
"That’s not our concern. We just need to do our job."
These researchers, having access to the highest level of research secrets, were still unaware of the results wanted by the Commander, only needing to report the research outcomes.
Anything beyond that was unnecessary for them to handle.
"By the way, did an earthquake occur yesterday? I was lying comfortably, then felt constant shaking, scaring me into thinking an earthquake had arrived."
"It wasn’t an earthquake, but the situation is unclear."
Little did they know, the once existent radiation island bid farewell to the world, disappearing completely from maps, never to exist again. The source of thɪs content is 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵
If people from the radiation island lived here, gazing toward their distant homeland, they’d surely mutter in self-reflection.
’Kawa-sama, the cherry blossoms in the homeland have bloomed.’
As they were discussing.
The electronic door opened.
A woman entered, expressionless, the surrounding researchers, upon seeing her, had subtle changes in their expressions, even the researcher eating the donut suddenly put it aside and stared intently at the screen, acting like he was diligently working, definitely not secretly eating a donut.
This woman was a subordinate of the Commander; basically, all affairs had to pass through her hands.