He had wanted to resist the brainwashing several tis, but he restrained himself, considering his voice would be transmitted through Diana's communication device.
Therefore, these past few days, Song Que had been playing the role of a new test subject who valiantly resisted brainwashing but ultimately failed.
Only he knew that there was no need to resist the brainwashing since it had no effect on him.
Song Que took no action.
After several days of observation, he noted that between three and four o'clock in the morning was when the least number of people were present, with ninety-five percent of the staff resting.
The other test subjects had also entered a dormant state.
So, he had been waiting for an opportunity – the laboratory door was secured with a password.
While Diana entered the password, Song Que morized the sequence of the keys based on the movents of her arm.
Today was the first ti he hadn't been injected with a sleeping drug.
Instead, Diana had given him the order to sleep.
Song Que was convinced that Diana now regarded him as a "finished product".
Song Que smiled, his facial muscles feeling sowhat sore after maintaining a deadpan expression for several days in a row.
Smiling made him feel much better.
After stretching his neck, Song Que was certain that tonight was the ti to act.
...
...
Late at night, at twenty past three in the morning.
There weren't many guards in the Evolution Zone, and in the area for ultra S-level test subjects, it was rare to see even one.
Mainly because the maze design here was too complicated.
Song Que had been led in blindfolded.
But even so, he had mapped out the route in his mind.
He was a true genius.
The only fault everyone in the outside world found with Song Que was that he was naive.
But nobody doubted his intelligence.
Although Song Que had not disclosed his results in the Celestial Selection Exam, he was the second person in history to achieve full marks in every subject.
Only Song Que could recognize Tang Xian as the Masked Chopper Hero by voice alone, having t him just once.
Naturally, rembering the maze that even the doctors found complicated was not difficult for Song Que.
He even rembered conversations of the Evolution Zone staff he overheard while passing through certain areas.
"Heading northeast at twenty-nine degrees, I walked a total of one hundred and forty-seven steps; I stopped there for a minute to register docunts. That place should be the archives," he recalled.
Once he had confird his target, Song Que imdiately started heading towards the archives.
The maze actually had many advantages; whenever he heard footsteps, Song Que could hide in a branch passage.
The maze, originally designed to prevent so test subjects from escaping, provided Song Que with excellent cover.
With a strong sense of direction and mory, Song Que easily made his way to the archives.
The archives were manned, and Song Que knocked on the door but did not enter.
"Who's there?"
asked a staff mber still on duty at the Evolution Zone.
Without an answer, the man opened the door and stepped out.
As he ca out the door, his neck was struck by Song Que's hand chop.
He was then dragged by Song Que into a corner and stripped of his white robe-like coat.
After changing clothes, Song Que, with his head down, entered the archives.
The archives contained abundant materials, divided into multiple sections.
He could not possibly read through all the data for the ultra S-level test area in the Evolution Zone, let alone all of it.
Song Que was not in a hurry. He randomly pulled out a file from the SS-level test subjects and flipped through it.
"SS-level test subject, Tong Hu, no albinism. Although he is a perfect match for the serum of a Catastrophe creature, he does not have the potential to beco a Tyrant."
This was just a fragnt of the information, and Song Que quickly had many questions.
The rest of the content was about various experintal data on Tong Hu, his past as a test subject, evaluation data, and combat experience.
Without wasting ti, Song Que morized this information and then began leafing through another file.
"S-level test subject, Jam, no albinism, an imperfect match for the serum of a Catastrophe creature, does not have the potential to beco a Tyrant."
Song Que frowned; the subsequent contents were similar to Tong Hu's, consisting of various experintal data.
Song Que then opened a third file.
"SS-level test subject, Hols. No albinism, a perfect match for the serum of a Catastrophe creature, lacks the potential to beco a Tyrant."
Similar descriptions again?
What is the white hair trait? And what is a tyrant?
Song Que grew more perplexed. He had so understanding of the Evolution Zone, an organization that created superhumans by implanting them with the blood serums of creatures from mining areas.
At least that was their main business.
But it seed that in this process, they had made new discoveries within these test subjects?
With his curiosity piqued, Song Que flipped through several files in quick succession.
Here, in the headquarters of the Evolution Zone, the Super S-tier testing area, the monsters recorded in the files all started at S-tier at the very least—perfect specins that carried the blood serum of boss-level creatures.
But whether S-tier or SS-tier, the majority, either still existing or already "dealt with," were without the white hair trait and lacked the potential to beco tyrants.
It wasn't until he had been browsing for quite a while that he found an exception in the classification of the Lost Zone.
"SS-tier test subject, code na Zero. White hair trait, perfectly matches the blood serum of a catastrophe-level creature, and possesses the potential to beco a tyrant."
Song Que did not know who Zero was, but this was the first case of its kind. He began to review so experintal data.
However, he soon felt a bit disappointed. Although Zero had a different beginning, its experintal data were no different from those of other test subjects.
It seed that regarding the evolution into tyrants, the Evolution Zone had only found limited evidence and had no ans to implent it.
Or could sothing be deduced from the experintal process?
Song Que recalled the experintal data he had seen earlier.
He summarized his thoughts and realized the test subjects actually had quite a tragic existence, repeatedly enduring experiences like killing their companions and having their mories erased.
Song Que shook his head, forming a rough hypothesis in his heart.
The white hair characteristic, perhaps, was a mutation of so test subjects?
Similar to how humans are divided into the gifted and the non-gifted.
And among test subjects, there was also talk of the chosen ones?
Various records indicated that these test subjects with white hair possessed enormous potential.
This potential's ultimate manifestation could possibly be what was known as a tyrant.
A tyrant might be able to demonstrate overwhelming power, distinct from the combat ability of other test subjects.
The Evolution Zone coveted this kind of power, which led them to mark on each test subject's file whether they had the white hair trait.
However, this was probably just one of the conditions for evolving into a tyrant. What the other condition was, and how to upgrade a test subject into a tyrant—the Evolution Zone seed to be in the dark as well.
Still researching?
Moreover, it's apparent that sothing like a tyrant is much rarer than a gifted individual.
So far, only one test subject, code-nad Zero, possessed it.
Is this white hair simply just... white hair?
Song Que stroked his chin, deep in thought.
If that were the case, wouldn't Akasi be an extrely rare existence?
Shaking his head, Song Que stopped thinking about these matters.
He picked up the worker he had knocked out, arranged him into a sleeping position, and switched back his lab coat.
Then he restored the archive room to the way it was when he first entered, relying on his mory.
After doing all this, Song Que began to backtrack.
He didn't have much ti.
He had to return to his original location before the next hypnotist arrived.
Song Que wasn't in a hurry to do too much in one day.
He returned to his own SSS-tier laboratory and continued to pretend to be a test subject whose will had been completely erased and brainwashed.
Then he went to sleep peacefully.
The next day, he woke up to the patting of Hypnotist Diana.
As usual, Diana first tested him with various commands.
Song Que played his part perfectly.
He started to think to himself that he really had changed a lot.
An honest man, once he starts lying, even gods would struggle to guard against him.
But soon, he was about to face the biggest test of his life.
Diana did sothing strange.
"The boss is going to see you tomorrow. I guess I won't be seeing you after that, handso," Diana said, licking her lips with her tongue.
Then she whispered sothing in a low voice. It seed that the person on the other end of the communicator had heard such requests before and rely cautioned her to be safe.
Then Diana turned off the communication device.
Her eyes glead with excitent as she threw away her cumberso white lab coat.
"Now, let's do sothing interesting."
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