Valentine felt that God did not like him.
In his previous life, bad luck seemed to have been surrounding him since his birth. When he was young, he had few playmates, and the only friend he had was that he rarely went out with him despite the objections of his older brother. When he started school, he was exposed to school violence from elementary school to high school because he was born with a weak constitution. He had thought about suicide more than once, but never actually carried out it because of his fear of death.
Fortunately, he made one or two better friends in junior high school and high school, who helped him survive that difficult time.
When he got to college, he finally stayed away from campus violence and could live a normal student life. However, as he grew older, he gradually understood certain things and learned to see the hearts of others, which accumulated in his heart. The stress and pain were mounting. He always looks careless and broad-minded in front of outsiders.
But for many nights, he would always lie in bed listening to rock music and cry to sleep, and then continue to start a heartless day.
Finally, he graduated. Valentine stood at the door of the university, looking at the bustling crowd. He felt that his heart became empty, as if his life had lost its direction. When he was still in school, he had many classes to attend and homework to write every day, and he was very busy every day. But when he graduated, when he left campus, his goals disappeared.
Only then did he realize that it wasn't that God didn't like him, but that he didn't like himself.
The things he experienced since childhood taught him to escape. He was unwilling to face himself or work hard.
There are always people in this world who want to be trash, but why can't it be me?
Snap.
God closed the door and opened a window for him. Valentin walked over and stuck his head out of the window, only to realize that it was a window dozens of meters high. He wanted to retreat, but God kicked him out.
——————Live another life————————
The feeling of weightlessness gradually disappeared, the darkness in front of him receded like a tide, and light once again filled his eyes. This feeling was just like when he first came into this world, which made people feel headache.
Or it's just like the feeling of Valentine's death.
He once again took a one-day trip to Guimenguan and came back without any danger.
"The somatic cell and original fusion rate is 13%, an increase of 1.4 percentage points; the blood source stone crystal density is 0.23u/L, an increase of 0.04 points."
A familiar voice sounded in Valentine's ears, cold and emotionless.
He now felt that his brain was hurting and his eyes were tired, and he wanted to take a nap, but the pain that kept pouring out of his limbs gradually made him wake up.
No one can sleep on a bed of needles.
"Are you awake?" A Felin woman looked down at Valentine who gradually opened her eyes and asked.
Valentine snorted twice and gave up his intention to speak. There was nothing he could do, his throat felt like it was on fire, and it was already good to be able to hum.
The Philin doctor stretched out his hand to open Valentin's upper eyelids, and pointed a bright flashlight at his pupils with his other hand.
"The mental state is not bad. I can say that he is worthy of being a Vaifan." The doctor turned off the flashlight and praised coldly.
Valentin's body was trembling, and he wanted to stretch out his arms and give her the middle finger, but if he moved his body even a little bit, he would feel unspeakable pain. After many attempts to no avail, he gave up.
Today is Sunday, which should be the day Valentine planned to escape. But after Dr. Herington left that day, a female doctor from the Philin tribe came to see Valentine soon, announcing that she had been replaced as the experimental leader of the "Isis" project, hoping that Valentine could cooperate with her work. When Valentine was about to say something, the female doctor turned around and left the room without giving him a chance to speak.
Then, the nightmare begins.
Valentine was woken up early the next morning and taken to the laboratory. Before he asked why, he was tied to the bed in the laboratory and injected with a tube of yellow medicine. Then Valentine was When you wake up, you can’t wake up again.
Because it fucking hurts.
The medicine was injected into his left arm. The moment the medicine was injected and the needle was pulled out, Valentine felt that he seemed to have lost contact with his left arm. He tilted his head and looked at his left arm to try. Regaining contact with my arms but having no effect at all.
The left arm cannot be found. This is the only information the brain tells Valentine.
Valentine turned his head and wanted to ask the doctor what was going on, but at this moment he suddenly felt a burning pain in his throat, as if his entire throat had been filled with chili sauce. Not just his throat, he felt his entire body begin to burn.
Valentine bet that it would be no more painful than peeling off a man's skin and throwing him into pepper spray.
He was shaking on the bed, trying to free himself from the restraints but to no avail. Valentine looked at the female doctor beside the bed with wide eyes, full of anger and questions, but there was no emotion in the female doctor's eyes from beginning to end. Looking at Valentine was like looking at a corpse. Corpse-like.
Only then did Valentin understand the reason why she came to announce yesterday that she would take over the "Isis" project. It's not because Valentine is an experimental subject and has the right to know this, it's just a formality.
If it weren't for the lab's regulations, she probably wouldn't have informed Valentine at all.
Finally, Valentine couldn't bear the inhuman pain and passed out, and the memory of the first day of the experiment in his mind came to an abrupt end.
The experiment process in the next few days was much the same as the first day. He was woken up in the early morning and tied to the experimental table. He was injected with various strange medicines, and his body had various negative reactions, and he finally passed out.
Only at night could Valentin get a short rest. In fact, the experiment didn't last long. He slept for most of the day and only woke up at night.
Of course, being in a coma is not considered sleep. On the contrary, when Valentin wakes up from a coma, he is the most tired of the day.
Think about it, can you not be tired after a day of nightmares?
The most terrible thing is that this new female doctor seems to be particularly keen on the "Isis" plan and does not rest on weekends. Valentine's escape plan fails again.
At this point, Valentin no longer has any bold ideas, and he accepts experiments every day like a rabbit. Because he stayed in the laboratory all day, and there were heavily armed Defense Department officers at the door, he had no chance to escape. As for the night after the experiment, it was difficult for him to even stand up while lying on the bed, let alone escape. I was afraid that he ran into the patrolman just a few steps after going out.
The Rheinland Life Defense Department also started patrolling the base on Sunday. This was what he heard from an assistant during the day's experiment. During those exchanges in white coats, he also heard words such as "fire demon" and "rage".
I'm afraid that the "Fire Demon" incident has already happened, and Valentine didn't even notice it because he slept at night.
Now, unless someone else comes to help him, he won't be able to escape by himself.
What can you expect a helpless medical warlock to do with a Defense Ministry officer under camera?
Therefore, Valentine accepted his fate. Isn't it just painful? It will pass if you endure it. Anyway, once you are in coma, you won't know anything anymore. When you wake up, you can go to sleep directly at night. How nice. And he doesn't believe that he can hold on for a long time. Maybe he won't be able to hold on after a few more days of experiments, and the intensity of the experiment will definitely be reduced by then.
God noticed Valentine's thoughts and smiled.
Another week has passed, and the intensity of the experiment has not decreased, but has intensified.
Valentin also despairedly discovered that his own physical fitness had also been greatly improved, which made it difficult for him to pass out again during the experiment at this stage. He could only endure the inhuman pain with his eyes wide open and silently. .
But that's not the worst.
As the experiment gradually deepened, the content of the "Isis" project gradually became more complicated. Valentin was also able to use his Origin Stone skills, but prolonged exposure to the Origin Stone and pharmaceutical injections also left his body riddled with holes. .
The original night of comfortable sleep no longer existed, replaced by endless pain and suffering. If the pain suffered during the experiment was as sudden and intense as a raging flame, then the pain caused by the Originium Disease at night was as long and bone-piercing as the endless cold winter.
He could clearly feel the subtle changes in every blood vessel and nerve in his body due to the presence of Originium particles. The tiny particles of sin were constantly circulating in his body, rubbing against every cell in his body. Countless small pains converged in his nerve center like streams, forming a raging river that kept impacting. His brain allowed Valentin to enjoy a painful experience like constant orgasms.
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Valentine was lying on the experimental bed, looking at the ceiling, his eyes dull, like a dead fish.
This is the thirteenth day of the experiment. The density of the Origin Stone crystals in Valentine's body has risen to a terrifying number. He can feel the pain and discomfort coming from his body all the time.
Vaifan is indeed the race with the strongest physiological tolerance in the world of Terra. After just a few days of adaptation, Valentin has become accustomed to this kind of pain and can sleep at night. Although his sleep condition was not good, at least he could fall asleep, unlike at the beginning when he had insomnia all night long.
The female doctor came over to observe Valentine's physical condition as usual. She drew a small tube of blood and put it in a machine, and soon the results were displayed on the machine screen.
"The fusion rate of somatic cells and the original is 14.5%, an increase of 0.2 percentage points; the crystal density of blood source stone is 0.25u/L, unchanged." A cold voice passed into Valentine's ears, mixed with a little displeasure.
A little life returned to Valentine's eyes, and this was the first emotional word he had heard from her in so many days. He twisted his neck and looked at the female doctor with a smile on his face: "Does this mean that I have been squeezed to the limit by you?"
A bitter smile, containing a lot of pain.
The doctor's cat ears moved. She did not answer Valentine's question, but turned around and picked up another syringe. The reagent in the needle tube is red in color, emitting a ruby-like color under the light.
Valentine's instinct told him that the reagent was dangerous.
Dr. Filin took the tube of reagent and walked to Valentine's side, picked up the needle and put it under the light. The pale light passed through the reagent and was dyed bloody red. It was constantly reflected by the solute in the glass in the reagent, reminding him of the knife skin in a game he played in his previous life.
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"is it beautiful?"
Um?
Valentine felt something was wrong. This was the second time that Dr. Filmin took the initiative to talk to him during the experiment. The last time was because she was a little surprised by her improvement in physical fitness. This time Valentin didn't quite understand why.
He wanted to say something, but Dr. Philling spoke again.
"Every time I see this tube of reagent, I can't control my emotions."
...You don't have any ups and downs at all when you speak, okay? Why can't I control my emotions?
Dr. Filin slowly turned the needle in her hand, and the red light changed in front of Valentine's eyes, making him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Nothing can match its beauty, not even the purest Source Stone."
The protective sheath of the needle was pulled off, and the tip of the needle shone brightly under the light, which made Valentine feel a little scared.
He felt a little flustered, as if the bright liquid in the syringe was the most poisonous poison in the world.
Valentin shook his head to drive out the horrific thoughts from his mind, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the laboratory was empty except for the film in front of him.
No, there were still people, but those people were far away from him, as if they were afraid of something.
Are they afraid of the reagent?
Is there anything more terrifying than the Origin Stone in this world?
Next, Felin gave him the answer.
"This is the most beautiful thing in the world, a magical liquid that gives humans the power of the gods."
"It's called 'Key', and it can open the door in anyone's heart, opening the door that blocks the road to becoming a god."
Become a god?
Valentine suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Throughout the ages, those who dreamed of becoming gods would not end well.
This potion can kill him.
"...I think we can continue the experiment from the beginning, and don't waste such precious things on me, okay?" Valentine panicked, enduring the pain in his body and spoke, trying to stop the man in front of him who seemed to have already Crazy film.
Then Felin directly stuck the needle into Valentine's carotid artery and injected a whole tube of reagent into it.
Valentine's eyes were splitting, and an unbearable pain swept through his body again.
"There are two 'keys'. One of them has been used on another experimental subject." Dr. Felin looked at Valentine, whose body was constantly shaking. She grinned with a crazy smile, and her cheeks even stained A flash of flush.
"That child caused the 'Fire Demon' incident, which caused a lot of losses to Rhine's life, but also gave birth to an experimental subject with outstanding skills." Dr. Filin threw the needle in his hand aside and took a few steps back. Looking at Valentine lying on the bed: "I hope you won't let me down, Isis."
"Go and ask Director Seria to come over. There may be some minor difficulties that require her help."
