I have a wizarding world

The next day.

Fang Cheng, feeling slightly recovered, hurried to the consciousness transfer device research center.

The research center, spanning over ten thousand square meters, was already filled with clone scientists, researchers in white coats bustling back and forth.

The consciousness transfer device research center alone had five hundred clone researchers.

Chu Xuan was currently leading a group of clone scientists in conducting research to improve the consciousness transfer device.

Buzz--

As the laboratory door automatically opened, Fang Cheng strode in.

"Chu Xuan."

Fang Cheng called out, spotting Chu Xuan from afar.

"Boss?" Hearing this, Chu Xuan turned to look at Fang Cheng.

"Put down everything you're doing. I need you to research this thing in the shortest time possible."

Fang Cheng walked up to Chu Xuan and took out a smart tactical panel, the very one that had almost cost him his life.

"What's this?" Chu Xuan asked, looking puzzled.

"Inside, there's a picture of a curse recorded!" Fang Cheng said in a chilling tone.

"A curse?" Chu Xuan revealed a hint of interest. According to the knowledge instilled by the consciousness transfer device, curses were undoubtedly a very mysterious type of magic in wizard civilization. In other worlds, there didn't seem to be any good defensive measures.

Legend had it that anti-magic metal had some resistance, but it hadn't been confirmed.

It seemed the only way to resist a curse was to rely on one's own soul. Those with high soul levels were naturally unaffected, while those with low soul levels would almost be instantly killed. It was extremely unsolvable.

Curses were also an important spell that allowed ordinary wizards to rise above knights, because knights' souls were no different from ordinary people's.

Fang Cheng's clone army had been completely wiped out for this very reason.

Chu Xuan reached out and took the tactical panel from Fang Cheng's hand.

"Remember, don't stare at it," Fang Cheng instructed from the side.

"Don't worry, boss, I know." Clearly, Chu Xuan knew more about curses than Fang Cheng did.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng nodded and left the laboratory.

Lai San was a small-time gangster who had done time in prison. After getting out, he didn't dare commit crimes again, but he still gathered a group of people and started a loan sharking business.

Some time ago, he made a fortune. A family he had driven to death years ago over a 300,000 yuan debt paid him back nearly two million yuan. This made him extremely happy. He couldn't have earned that much in several years of doing this.

But his excitement lasted for only a little over a month before trouble came.

"Number 13, come out."

Whoosh--!!!

As the voice fell, the steel cage door automatically opened.

A clone soldier stood ramrod straight in front of the steel cage door, holding a rifle.

Lai San, bald and wearing a blue lab coat, was locked in the cage. Hearing the clone soldier call him, he trembled in fear. He was the Number 13 the clone soldier was talking about.

This cage was where the Hive Laboratory stored human test subjects. The people imprisoned inside were all death row inmates, except for Lai San.

When they heard the clone soldier call out Lai San's name, they all shuddered, as if they were about to be sent to the execution ground.

These death row inmates were all criminals from Pasa Island sentenced to death. They had signed an agreement with the Hive Laboratory to voluntarily become test subjects.

According to the agreement, as long as they survived the human experiments, they could not only live but also receive 100,000 US dollars in compensation. But so far, no one had ever received this payment.

"Let me out! I don't want to do experiments anymore! Let me out!" A heavily tattooed, strong black death row inmate wearing a blue lab coat shouted loudly. Judging by his trembling, he was extremely scared.

The clone soldier seemed not to have heard his shouts and repeated indifferently, "Number 13, come out."

The cage door was wide open, but none of the prisoners, including the black man who was shouting, dared to rush out. In fact, someone had done so before, but they had seen with their own eyes the prisoner who had taken the risk being blown apart by this demon's punch.

Now, recalling the tragic state of the brains and blood splattered on the wall, everyone still couldn't help but tremble with fear. From then on, no one dared to mess around when the clone soldiers came to get people.

Except for verbally protesting.

Lai San watched as the clone soldier focused his gaze on him. His heart was pounding violently, and his blue lab coat was completely soaked in sweat.

Suddenly, he felt a heat down below.

The clone frowned almost imperceptibly, switched the rifle to his left hand, and walked into the cage. He walked up to Lai San and, with a little force, lifted Lai San out as if he were carrying a chick.

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Whoosh--!!!

The cage door closed again.

Hive Biological Laboratory, Virus Research Center.

K was the head of the Virus Research Center. Like Chu Xuan, he was also a clone, but unlike Chu Xuan, he had been injected with a much smaller dose of God's drug.

His brain development had only reached 20%, far behind Chu Xuan's terrifying 30%.

But even so, he was the second most brain-developed clone in the entire Hive Laboratory. His area of expertise was virus research.

"Roar!"

Inside the transparent experimental box, a rotting, zombie-like creature with a dark mouth roared.

The bottom of the experimental box was fixed with metal materials, and the external material of the experimental box was made of polymer materials, which could resist large-caliber bullets. Therefore, no matter how the zombie inside struggled and roared, the researchers outside would not be disturbed.

Outside the experimental box, a human experimental subject, covered in bite and scratch marks, was tied to a metal single bed. His limbs and torso were firmly secured by metal buckles.

Not to mention ordinary people, even clone soldiers would not be able to move if they were trapped like this.

"Have the experimental results come out?" K asked the researchers around him, looking at the bound experimental subject wailing without changing his expression.

"K, the experimental subject's total injured area is as high as 64%. K virus still does not have infectivity," a researcher in a white research suit said quickly next to K.

Hearing this, K nodded casually and said, "Have the new experimental subjects been sent over?"

"Someone has been sent to retrieve them," the researcher quickly replied.

"Cut off his injured tissue and observe it under a microscope. K virus clearly has strong infectivity. It's impossible for it not to be able to infect the experimental subject," K frowned.

K virus was the name they gave to the virus in the zombie's body.

This virus was different from the T virus in film and television works. It clearly had strong infectivity, but as soon as it entered the host's body, it seemed to be restrained by a mysterious force, causing the virus to quickly lose its activity, preventing the host from being infected.

This was the case for twelve experimental subjects in a row. As K was thinking, Lai San was escorted into the Virus Research Center by a clone soldier.

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