As the iron lid slowly slid open, a pungent odor rushed out, revealing a peculiar-looking man inside.
He lay there, completely naked, with dried and darkened skin, pale and cracked lips, and arms twisted in a grotesque manner, as if they had been forcibly broken. His body was covered in scars of various kinds, but he hadn't succumbed to death. He lay there, eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if in a deep slumber.
"Co and help! He won't wake up anyti soon..." Bok reluctantly said, pinching his nose.
Lynn wasn't afraid and rolled up his sleeves, creating a watery film on his palms. He joined Bok in moving the experintal subject onto a table, then used iron chains to restrain the man's limbs and neck.
"I'll handle the procedure, you're responsible for recording!" Bok quickly assud leadership and tossed the experintal logbook to Lynn. He then ordered Patti to fetch the magical elixir.
Lynn, who was still trying to figure out the experintal process, was happy to assist. He picked up the logbook and started flipping through it.
【In the year 726 of the Magical Era, on June 21st. Experint Subject: Experint 09. Initial examination indicates kidney necrosis and gastric atrophy. Vital signs are weak. Strong reaction observed after consuming Fire Lizard elixir...
Experint Subject: Experint 011. Defective Shapeshifter Troll elixir. Resilient vital signs. Right arm swelled and burst after injecting Griffin elixir...
Experint Subject: Experint 015... Uncontrollable (resulting in the death of four guards and two apprentice wizards)...】
Lynn quickly flipped through the pages of the logbook. The records were shocking. Seventeen fusion experints with shapeshifting elixirs had all ended in failure.
There were generally three outcos for the experintal subjects: sudden death due to violent rejection reactions, death during surgery due to weak vital signs, or gaining significantly enhanced power in a short period of ti.
The last outco often resulted in accidents, leading to casualties. That's why there were so many restraints and iron chains on the experintal table, designed to subdue the subjects.
Lynn realized that the subject before him was Experint 18, created from the blood of a Poison Mist Serpent Naga, but due to errors in the fusion process, it had gone berserk, losing its sanity. Thus, it was deed a failure and used as material for fusion experints with shapeshifting elixirs.
In other words, this elixir aid to grant humans powers similar to magical beasts.
"Timis, what are you daydreaming about?" Bok had already taken a dagger and put on an old alchemical monocle. Seeing Lynn still engrossed in the previous experint records, Bok couldn't help but scold him.
Just at that mont, the experintal subject, bound by iron chains on its limbs and neck, suddenly opened its eyes. Its blood-red pupils exuded a strong murderous intent, and low, guttural growls emanated from its throat as it struggled to break free. However, the iron restraints and chains prevented it from escaping.
Bok swallowed hard, his wrist trembling slightly. After waiting for more than ten minutes, when the subject seed exhausted from its struggles, he finally mustered the courage to disinfect a dagger with a candle and cut open the chest of Experint 18.
At the sa ti, a golden bracelet on his left wrist began to emit a faint glow, and the wound, continuously bleeding, quickly coagulated.
"Heart's blood supply is normal, about 70% of the cells have been infected with magical energy. It's an improvent compared to before. The liver and kidneys are abnormal, showing significant swelling. Is there poison gas inside? Perhaps due to the influence of the Poison Mist Serpent Naga elixir..." Bok's face was filled with nervousness, but he still had so basic professionalism. He tried to ignore the continuous struggles of the experintal subject and observed its condition through the alchemical monocle.
Lynn also put on a special single-lens alchemical monocle, which resembled a microscope but had lower magnification, around 70 tis. It allowed him to vaguely see the general structure of so cells.
After a brief adjustnt, Lynn picked up a feather pen and began recording various organ data of Experint 18's body.
The importance of docunting details was not lost on Lynn. He had already recorded everything with his smart brain. Writing a bit slower, he should be able to mimic around eighty to ninety percent of the process.
Once he confird that the subject was still relatively intact, Bok took a Troll elixir that Patti handed over. He forcefully grabbed the subject's head and poured about half of it down his throat.
In just half a minute after taking the elixir, the subject went into a frenzy. Its body expanded, straining the iron chains to their limits. It writhed and struggled, even causing the heavy experintal table to vibrate slightly. Its previous injuries began to heal rapidly.
Bok hesitated, not wanting to get closer, but he also couldn't miss this opportunity to collect data. He could only muster the courage to make an incision.
However, Experint 18 did sothing that no one had anticipated. It forcibly tore off its right wrist, breaking free from so of the restraints.
Bok was taken aback, and before he could react, he was struck by the creature's forelimb, which was as thick as a thigh, and was sent flying.
Patti was in shock, letting out a scream.
Bok, enduring the pain, managed to stand up and was about to activate the alarm to summon the guards. However, before he could act, a sharp steel sword passed through the gap between the ulna and radius bones in the creature's forearm, pinning its right arm to the table!
Lynn calmly and thodically used iron chains to rebind Experint 18. After struggling for a while, the subject's body rapidly shrank, and in the midst of violent rejection reactions, it quickly fell silent.
Bok and Patti both heaved a sigh of relief.
It wasn't until Lynn confird that this defective specin had already died that Bok dared to approach once more and complete the dissection work that he had failed to accomplish earlier. His back was drenched in cold sweat.
Similar to Nur, after the subject's death, the flesh inside its body had shriveled and lost its vitality. It felt like fragile foam that could crumble with a touch, and its various organs were rapidly deteriorating.
Lynn ticulously recorded all these observed details. Then, together with Bok and Patti, they placed the deceased subject back into the iron coffin.
Bok looked at the remaining iron coffins with a sense of unease. He turned to his two companions and said, "It's your turn now, Patti, Timis."
The witch vigorously shook her head and didn't dare to get close.
"In that case, I'll do it!" Lynn stepped forward on his own and opened the second coffin. He had watched for quite so ti and rembered the process. He should be able to handle it without making mistakes.
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