"Rousi brought back two cow legs; we ate one last ti. This woman eats like a starving ghost reincarnated—she finishes it in just a few bites."
"And this kilogram, I scraped off the other leg. Don’t worry, there’s no noticeable mark. How would this woman know how much the leg originally weighed?"
Gao Xin could tell that the bag of at Luo Yan gave him was made up of various cuts of at.
Clearly, it was a mishmash of pieces cut here and chopped there.
Seeing him handle it so carefully, not just showing off and cutting a random piece for him, Gao Xin knew he was ticulous and felt reassured.
"That’s settled, this ti I’m going to beco a Radiation, entering the Black Hand Group."
"And you had better gain more freedom as soon as possible, like the right to go out. Otherwise, when we decide to escape, you’ll have to break out by force, and not only would it trigger the house alarm... it would be even more troubleso if Rousi is at ho that day."
Luo Yan nodded, "I’m making progress; I’ve been whispering in the pillow... blowing into ears."
Gao Xin sympathetically patted Luo Yan on the shoulder, "Hang in there, brother."
"I will get stronger and take you with !"
...
On the 9th of September, the day of the Black dicine promotion.
Early in the morning, a gang from the Redemption Group arrived led by an unknown person with fiery red hair wearing a nacing Ghost Mask, distinguishable as a strong mber of the Black Hand Group by his black kimono.
He didn’t say a word but chatted briefly with Ohno Shinkachi while his Japanese underlings went ahead to call nas, quickly gathering those participating.
Every team was represented, so with as few as one or two people, others with three to five, and Gao Xin’s Team 9 had the most, seven mbers.
In total, thirty teams, altogether more than one hundred ten people, participated in this Black dicine promotion.
They were led to the edge of Yamaguchi Village, near wastes on the side of East Mountain.
The area was indeed desolate, not a blade of grass in sight, starkly contrasting with the green mountains nearby.
In the middle stood a round-arched tal building, which was the Radiation Base.
Inside, the hall looked like a gigantic ward with several hundred beds, clearly ant for resting post-gene collapse.
At the back of the base, there was a thick tal wall with a sturdy-looking door in the middle.
Above the door was a sign warning of excessive radiation—undoubtedly, that was the radiation chamber.
Here, over one hundred Japanese enforcers milled around, chatting and drinking, their ruthless air confirming they were all Radiations.
At the entrance of the hall, there was a large round table.
The red-haired man with the Ghost Mask sat there, with several trunks on the table in front of him. The trunks were open, revealing neatly arranged black ambers.
Undoubtedly, these were the so-called Black dicines, the diluted replicas made by humans.
Indeed, they looked very different from the originals; the authentic ones were beautiful, almost divine, enveloped in transparent amber with purple orbs.
But this Black dicine was pitch black, nothing visible inside; those who had never seen the genuine article would certainly think the black shell itself was the so-called gene protector.
Among the more than one hundred people, so had numb expressions, others were full of fighting spirit, all focusing on the black shell-like objects as the ans to change their fates—of course... ninety percent of them would die.
"Send them in for radiation," the red-haired man with the Ghost Mask said hoarsely.
A few Japanese enforcers stepped up imdiately, inputting a code on the tal door to open it.
The glassy-eyed people filed in, and the door was promptly shut tight.
Then the Japanese enforcers who ca in together said, "This is the isolation room, also your cleansing room."
As they spoke, they opened another door, this one smaller and quite narrow, resembling a gas chamber.
"This is the radiation chamber, go inside!"
As they spoke, they herded the group of over one hundred people into the room like shepherding sheep.
The door was tightly locked from the outside, and the room suddenly darkened, without even a light.
"Brother..." ii said, terrified, clinging tightly to Gao Xin.
Others like Su Lei and Dongfang Yi also felt uncomfortable, staying silent.
Enclosed, dark, and eerily silent enveloped them, oppressively suffocating, as if awaiting execution.
They all gathered close to each other with Gao Xin at the center, huddling together to wait.
"There’s nothing to be afraid of," Gao Xin said lightly.
Suddenly, the ceiling above brightened, turning a ghostly blue.
Everyone instinctively looked up, and in that instant, all present saw the ’blue fluorescence’ flickering—it was the light of death.
They were enveloped in excessive, over-limit radiation that shot through them, covering every single cell.
Of course, apart from the psychological fear, they temporarily felt nothing.
No one had experienced this kind of direct radiation before, but without a doubt, they needed to ensure that all their chromosos were shattered and the DNA in their body cells was also fractured; otherwise, taking the gene protector would be useless.
Soon, the blue light disappeared.
A buzzing sound followed, accompanied by breezes brushing against them.
They seed to have been briefly washed, and then the door opened.
The group staggered out, with Gao Xin and others lagging behind, exchanging glances.
Dongfang Yi imdiately took out the gene protector and took it.
It was tough but still swallowable with so effort.
The others did the sa, all except Gao Xin.
"Bro, where’s yours? Eat it," ii said concernedly.
Gao Xin responded calmly, "I will take another one outside."
The pupils of the group constricted. What? Take one from outside? Wasn’t that the black dicine? With a 90% mortality rate!
Previously Gao Xin had said he had his own way, and everyone thought he had another channel for getting it without the need to exchange.
It turned out he didn’t have one, like all others attending, relying on the counterfeit distributed by the Japanese?
They did not know he possessed the Fake dicine Skill, and suddenly they were frantic.
"Brother Xin? You... you..." Su Lei blurted out in disbelief.
But Gao Xin gestured with his hand, "It’s fine, I took another dicine, which can boost the success rate of the black dicine to one hundred percent."
He rely rephrased the Fake dicine Skill.
The group was stunned, then they realized. Though still a bit puzzled, the Japanese were nearby, so they did not inquire further.
They figured there must indeed be such a dicine. Considering the multitude of AI dicine exchanges, and with Gao Xin having spent fifty to sixty thousand by himself, he definitely wouldn’t gamble with his life.
The group ca out and stood in the isolation room, where several Radiation workers continuously sprayed them with liquid, cleaning them again.
Gao Xin bore it silently, looking down at his swollen, reddened arms, noticing that the skin on his body was turning black even after the washing!
He tried massaging himself, hoping to heal these minor injuries.
However, it was completely ineffective... The areas he massaged even showed swelling and internal bleeding.
All his genes had collapsed, his cells no longer divided, his body no longer tabolized or healed itself, nor did it carry out various synthesis and transformation functions.
He felt relatively fine now only because his organs were intact, making him seem alive as a whole.
But if he could not regain his genes, he was, in fact, already dead...
He was rely a lump of flesh that hadn’t yet completely expired.
And while Gao Xin and others were undergoing genetic collapse and being washed in the isolation room—
They were unaware that another group of Japanese had arrived at the Radiation Base.
The leader was none other than Sasaki, who had regained his robust physique and bulging muscles.
"Red Devil, why is there no one here?" Sasaki asked as he plunked himself down next to Red Devil.
The Red Devil laughed hoarsely, "They are still inside, you ca early, Baka bro."
Hearing his colleague’s jest, Sasaki’s face darkened, and he slamd the table, saying angrily, "My nickna is Beast Fang, Beast Fang Sasaki!"
The Red Devil chuckled, "Got it, Baka Sasaki."
"You’re still saying it!" Sasaki lashed out with a kick, Red Devil used his arm to block, still almost falling, stumbling a few steps and overturning his chair.
"Alright, alright, just a joke, I didn’t co up with that nickna," laughed the Red Devil.
Sasaki, still irritated, slapped the table, "It’s all because of that guy, these past days I was healing and had no ti to look after that piglet. I don’t even know if he’s died in the ga yet."
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