Scarlet Dawn [Apocalypse]

The sound of the instrument running, was diluted by the liquid and turned into an empty sound, which was also mixed with the sound of footsteps and whispers. The warm feeling flowed through every inch of skin, as comfortable as a mother's body.

--This is where?Why can't I wake up?

Scattered consciousness arises from nothing, as if created out of thin air, without a past, without experiencing growth, and possesses advanced wisdom from the beginning. He is aware of his existence, and then thinks about why he exists.

But after a while, with the awakening of the spiritual realm, thousands of memory balls radiate light, and the past floods into the brain in an instant-the memory of every ninth-level experimental subject in the past has been inherited, their birth, growth, pain and death, It engulfed the boy like a tide, so he had the first emotion he was born with.

This is a desperate starting point. He began to feel the coming world from this word. It is also this word that can make life get rid of pity and fragility, and grow into an innate biochemical weapon.

Tears spilled from the end of the eyes, melted in the warm culture fluid, no sadness could be seen, this is a phenomenon that cannot be captured in the most precise data records of the 'Innovator'.In his whole life, except that strength is despair, and then he becomes stronger in despair, other than that, he doesn't need the slightest emotion.

The soft black hair is floating in the culture liquid, the eyes of the boy in the culture cabin are closed tightly, the bright overhead light in the laboratory is refracted by the light green liquid, and the light falls on the slender eyelashes, creating a layer of soft texture, During the breath, a string of fine air bubbles emerged from the mouth and nose, and floated up unsteadily.

The juvenile sinks and floats in the culture medium in a curled up position, like a docile and insecure cub. After 3-5 months of development, this one is about to leave the cabin.

—His time is up.

Bai Congxi stood in front of the nutrition cabin, holding an optical brain in his hand, and the facts and data about the experimental subject were constantly beating. His gentle eyes traced the young boy's immature outline inch by inch, and the thin lip line slowly raised—this is The most perfectly developed individual in history, the introduction of the virus has been exceptionally smooth, which is inexplicably expected.

"Teacher, you are indeed here." Claude walked over quickly, handed the communicator to Bai Congxi, and said, "You left this communicator in the bedroom, and it has been ringing since just now. I am worried about something urgent, so I will send it to you." Bring it."

Bai Congxi glanced at the communication prompt on the light screen, smiled, returned his attention to the training cabin, and said with a smile: "I can't compare to him in anything now, just in time for you to come, just wait with me .”

"Yes, teacher," Claude glanced at the code of the training cabin, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said, "This is——No. 297?"

Bai Congxi nodded, Claude's eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at the boy in the culture solution with great interest, and his voice became unbearably excited, "I stayed up all night yesterday to read all the data records, and they were perfectly integrated without any rejection. This one should do the trick!"

"The experiment that has failed for nearly 200 years should have succeeded." Bai Congxi smiled jokingly, closed the optical brain, and Claude took it over naturally, saying: "The enhancement between the eighth and ninth levels There are too many parts, and the success rate should be low.”

"Yeah, so I didn't sleep all night."

"The teacher has been waiting until now?" Claude asked in surprise.

Bai Congxi hummed, and said softly: "I don't want to miss the process of every ninth-level birth, the flesh made with Xiaoyi's genes, they are all my children."

"Teacher...you should pay attention to your body..." Claude looked at him reproachfully.

Bai Congxi waved his hand indifferently, "It doesn't matter, the teacher has indeed lived for a long time, but only the brain is dull, and the body is still very young."

"But……"

"Hush——" the index finger touched his lips, Bai Congxi signaled the students to be quiet, while he stared intently at the training cabin, "—it's time to wake up."

The dialogue between the two men was transmitted to the eardrums without missing a word, and the young man has been speculating on the meaning.

Suddenly, the indicator light on the top of the training cabin jumped from red to green, the cabin trembled, and with a beep, the boy finally opened his eyes.The immobile body seemed to be unshackled at this moment. Pressing the glass with his slender palm, he subconsciously leaned over. Through the light green liquid, he saw a pair of black eyes that were gentle and smiling, and then the owner of those eyes separated. He pressed the palm of his hand to overlap with the glass.

The young man flinched a little flattered. According to the inherited memory, he knew that the man in front of him controlled the fate of every ninth-level experimental subject, and he also knew that he should be called Father.

In those memories, the first person every ninth-level mutant sees when it opens its eyes is Father, and the afterimage in the eyes of every ninth-level mutant before death is also Father's back—when he turns around, you It loses the meaning of continuing to cultivate and becomes an abandoned child.

The culture fluid slowly descended, the cabin opened, and the boy who was exposed to the air for the first time hugged his body sensitively. Then he was wrapped in an anti-bacterial suit with body temperature, and then he was hugged out.

The young man looked expressionlessly at the man in his memory who was equated with the god of death, hugging himself in his arms, with a gentle smile. He felt a little puzzled, and whispered: "Father..."

"Your name is Nine." Bai Congxi pushed away Claude's hand, took the towel, and personally wiped the nutrient solution on the young man's hair.

The young man was stunned. In his memory, none of the previous 296 subjects had names.

"Nine?" He repeated the word more like a code name than a name in confusion.

"That's right—" Bai Congxi replied patiently, "You are a level [-] biochemical weapon alienated by the D virus, the ninth knight of Pope Nicholas Monroe, and a weapon I created for the 'Divine Revelation' project. sword."

The boy raised his head and looked at the man's face through the gap in the towel, "I'm important to you?"

"Very important."

"Before that..."

"You are different from them"

"Father won't kill me?"

Bai Congxi rubbed the little guy's half-dried hair, and said with a smile, "Of course not, I will raise you well, just like treating my own child?"

"Your child?" Nine asked, "Father has other children?"

"There is one, you are exactly like him." Bai Congxi put the boy on the ground, looked down at his bare feet, tilted his head and said to Claude, "Prepare him a suit."

"Father didn't love me because of that child...and the me before, no...I mean us?" Because he couldn't express clearly, the boy frowned anxiously.

"Yes, I don't love you guys," Bai Congxi said calmly, pressing his thumb on the middle of the boy's brows, and gently stretching it out, "Nine, please remember, Father created you, but never will Love you - because you don't need that kind of affection."

The boy lowered his head in some disappointment, staring at the white palm of his cultured vacuole, reminiscing about the action of touching his palms through the glass not long ago.I have experienced 296 memories, and every detail is still fresh in my memory. In addition to despair, it also contains the dependence and desire of my predecessors on Father—he thought he was the only one, but it turns out that he is indeed a unique experimental subject , but it is just an experimental body.

"Let's go, Xiao Jiu, I'll show you around the base."

Bai Congxi stretched out his hand towards him. Nine looked at the clean and beautiful palm, and hesitantly put his little hand in. The warm heat wrapped around his fingers, and a subtle change appeared on the young man's indifferent face.

In the year when the ninth-level mutant was born, Nine who left the training cabin was not as high as Bai Congxi's waist. He was pulled behind him and had to trot to keep up with the man's pace. The large white anti-bacterial suit was dragged behind him. , the newborn motor function is relatively slow, he staggered, but he never stopped chasing the man.

The backs of one big, one small, and two leaving were fixed into a picture, and then kept moving away. Bai Yi stood in the middle of the huge laboratory, surrounded by one training cabin after another, in which countless teenagers waiting to wake up were sleeping. The faces are all Bai Yi's youthful appearance, and because of the success of No. 297, the others have lost the meaning of seeing the world, and they have been abandoned by Father before they fail.

Created you, but didn't love you - Bai Yi thought this was the conclusion drawn by the conscious body before, but he didn't expect the fact to be more cruel.

Black is oppressing from all directions, slowly filling the whole world, the scene of the laboratory is drawn away, the sound of the instrument is turned off, and the memory ball rolling on the floor lights up again, Bai Yi bends down to hold it in his hand, coldly The texture of the memory ball is in the palm of the hand - this is the last row of shelves in the spiritual domain, and each memory ball is marked with a number of 297.

This is the memory belonging to the consciousness of Nine. Bai Yi spread out his free hand. The palm was as pale and slender as when he left the training cabin. He suddenly felt fear. This was Nine's body. Then why did he wake up in the aircraft later Own?

[Because what Father needs is a human being who can control Dawn, and I am just a successful virus mutant, the one who needs to be controlled. 】

Hearing this, Bai Yi suddenly turned around. Nine looked very weak, and the white light emitted from his body was stronger than before. He slid down next to the shelf, hugged his legs, rested his chin on his knees and closed his eyes.

【So, I was born just for you. 】

Bai Yi looked at him in silence for a while, and asked: 【Are you back? 】

Nine snorted, sounding like he was about to fall asleep, [I have to come back, I became very weak as a conscious body after sharing my body with you, this process will last for a long time, and then there will be a battle between us Competing, the winning party can inherit your ontology. 】

[My original body is still there? 】

[Of course, Father only mentioned it to me, but never told me where it was in a certain base of the 'Innovator'. 】Nine laughed self-deprecatingly, 【I think it's because he doesn't trust me. 】

Bai Yi lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice:【Is he still alive? 】

[He was unharmed, I can't do anything to him, that colonel didn't know why he didn't want to kill him, it's a pity——] Nine said lazily: [Claude blew up a hole in the balcony, and Father left in a flying machine up. 】

【What did he say? 】

A chuckle sounded, and it seemed indescribably weird in the closed darkness. Nine raised the corners of his lips, his beautiful eyelashes opened slightly, and his usual evil expression returned to his face, playful: [Father said, Will wait for our return. 】

Bai Yi frowned suspiciously, and asked: [How did he know that we would definitely go back? 】

[Because of the body,] Bai Yi was startled in vain, and Nine continued: [The artificial body can't last long, if we don't replace the body in time, we will all die, and I think I will want to go back to Father, no—] He She glanced at Bai Yi meaningfully, 【I want to stay by his side instead of you. 】

[So I will defeat you and occupy your power. Although I am not human, I will be more perfect than human. 】

[Did you find out, Bye?The alliance colluded with alien blood races for immortality, and the "innovators" created the Dawn Virus in order to purify the world. From beginning to end, all of these can only be attributed to human beings themselves. 】

Bai Yi was noncommittal and kept silent.

[Go back, someone is waiting for you. 】Nine closed his eyes tiredly, and his weak voice was like talking in sleep, 【I overestimated my ability, if he hadn't come back in time, we wouldn't be able to win against Father at all. 】

【he? 】

[Hmm——] Nine buried her face in her arms sleepily, and murmured: [Sylvison Vanjo, he is waiting for you to wake up...]