Chapter 69:

The noise from the past images in the room became the background sound, and the teenager stood there, his eyes shining brightly at Tran.
Tran stared at those dark pupils who were shining brightly, and realized the feeling of crying and laughing. However, it was because of this feeling of crying and laughing that he dispelled the feeling that he had been holding his heart tightly just now.
He looked at Mute and shook his head helplessly.
He said: "It is impossible to have different genders for the same gene."
At the moment, Mute, who had opened her mind uncontrollably, heard it, and immediately responded. Chromosomes determine sex, and chromosomes are made up of countless genes. It is impossible for two genes to have the same gene.
Although remembering this kind of biological common sense, the teenager still did not give up.
"Well, mutations or something, sometimes genetic mutations, changes in chromosomes, and women ... uh ... this situation is also possible."
In fact, Mute didn't think too much. He wanted to know, just to satisfy his curiosity.
It's okay to take a look at it, the major general of a female body ah ah-that is absolutely goddess!
"... Maybe."
Tran was silent, and answered.
really have?
Obviously it was mentioned by his own curiosity. Now Tran said so, Mute suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of thriller.
... and suddenly didn't dare to watch it again.
The teenager who didn't even dare to make up the "goddess" in his head felt a little tangled in his head, and he didn't know why he had a terrible feeling.
Mute was still tangled here, and Tran had already come over to him. The man stood in front of him, reached out, and touched his cheek with his fingertips.
The touch was so shallow that he could barely feel it.
Tran looked down at him. The dark blue pupils reflected his shadow, and the look under his eyes was so complicated that he could not see clearly.
"You don't hide?"
Tran asked him.
Suddenly Mute who was asked such a sentence was a little hesitant.
Why hide?
He answered Tran's question with blank eyes, and Tran looked at him, and suddenly smiled slightly, and his fingers fell like touching him, sliding along his cheeks into the hair behind his ears, The fingertips gently brushed through his hair.
I thought you were disgusting.
I thought you would think we were monsters.
I thought you wouldn't want to touch monsters like us.
Tran stared at his child, who was standing quietly and looking up, and his eyes were as bright as he first saw.
At that time, he turned his head, and the first thing he saw was that the child looked at him, like the night sky he had stared on countless times on the planet, obviously the deepest black and black tone, but somehow had the brightest light .
He likes the child's eyes watching him intently. He likes the child smiling at him. He doesn't know what it feels like, but as long as he thinks that the child will look at others with these eyes, He smiled when others smiled.
Not reconciled.
He lost, and it wasn't Tran who survived, but Troll.
He knew what kind of feeling Troll had about the child. At the moment when Mute was taken away, he and Troll stared at each other for a moment. He saw that person looking at him at that moment. Terrible look.
He thought, he knew how that look looked.
He had never been willing to admit it before, but at the moment he looked at him, he had to admit that he and the person were still the same person after all.
They were born in the dark, grew up in the dark, and they all wanted the same thing.
"really have?"
"... Maybe, but ..."
"but?"
Man with dark blue eyes stares at the teenager in front of him.
He said: "Gene mutations are all failed tests, and once that happens, that subject will be immediately disposed of."
The boy froze for a moment.
He didn't seem to understand and looked at Tran stupidly.
"What to do?"
"Mutated subjects are defective."
Tran said that his tone was understatement, as if he was talking about something that could not be more normal.
"The defective product is not qualified to survive." He said, looking up, and glanced lightly at the dense culture vessels around him, as well as the experimental body immersed in the liquid with exactly the same face and body as him.
He looked at them like he was looking at items made in batches by the factory, not just one person.
"Ten thousand experimental subjects will always have some defective products, and they will be disposed of before they are conscious."
There was an instant pause in Mute's breathing, and he looked up and looked around with Tran's gaze.
There are countless people in those countless culture vessels, young faces, young bodies, all of which seem to be only six or seven years old children. These children were immersed in liquid, their bodies were undulating in the water, and occasionally they could see the blinking of the eyelashes immersed in the water.
Thousands of experimental subjects, thousands of living people.
[Defective products will be disposed of. 】
The teenager looked at the countless children who were immersed in the culture medium. He didn't know what he should think at this moment, maybe nothing.
His eyes slowly swept over the tens of thousands of alive children. He watched the researchers who shuttled in the culture vessels recorded the data of these children, like picking out malnutrition from the cabbages with different qualities. That part.
His eyes widened sharply, and he saw that not far from him, a brown-haired researcher shook his head at the culture vessel in front of him, then reached out and closed something. The light of the culture vessel suddenly dimmed, and the level of the culture medium in it dropped little by little, revealing the body of the child whose arms were obviously thinner than those of other people.
Almost instinctively, he rushed over, reached out and pressed the glass of that petri dish.
But he couldn't do anything, he could only look at the painful look on the face of the young child wearing a breathing mask, as if he couldn't breathe, his body twitched and struggled for a long time, then his face stopped dying. , The chest has gone up and down.
Mute watched as the brown-haired researcher instructed others to open the oval vessel that had already drained the culture fluid, dragged the dead child out, and threw it into a large cylinder at random, and in the cylinder, there was already The bodies of the other two children were recovered.
The teenager's face was pale at this moment.
why?
he thinks.
Why these people can do this with a smile, casually-why they, as humans, can so easily name the children who are human as 'defective products' and treat those children as waste products Discarded in a garbage dump?
These people create life and trample on it.
Why can humans do such cruel things?
Mute looked at the dense culture vessels. Suddenly, his pupils tightened a bit, and a terrible idea suddenly popped into his mind that made him cold.
He turned to look at Tran. The original look of Tran who looked at the scene lightly seemed to be aware of his gaze, and turned to look at him, the bottom of the dark blue eyes was bottomless.
"You said ... Dispose of defective products ..."
Mute looked at Tran without blinking, swallowing uncontrollably in his throat.
"So what about the others, those who have no problems?"
"Leave the petri dish alive."
"is it."
The answer gave Mute a little sigh of relief, but Tran's next answer made his face froze again.
"Successful subjects are numbered for learning and training," Tran said. "Failures will be dealt with."
"........."
"Only qualified experimental subjects are eligible for survival. In order not to waste resources, ordinary qualified experimental subjects will also be processed."
"………………"
"The earth on this planet is the trial ground. All the things in the forest are artificially cultivated and feed on people. Successfully passed experiments will be dropped into the trial ground from time to time. Only by killing those monsters can they survive. . "
Tran continued one by one. He looked calm and calm when speaking these words, as if he was taking things for granted.
"Only good genes can be passed on, and only powerful subjects can survive."
What he said has always been taken for granted to him, and this truth has been deeply rooted in his thinking since the day he was sensible.
"……It's not like this."
When Tran spoke, the teenager, who was choked and didn't make any sound, finally found his voice after a long time.
His vocal lips twitched uncontrollably at this moment.
"The survival of the fittest, the weak and the strong, this is the law of living things."
"But we are human!"
"Humans are also creatures."
"It's not like this!"
The teenager shouted out of control. He looked at Tran, his pupils shaking.
"If you are right, what about me, what am I? I do n’t have a good gene, I ’m not as strong as you. According to you, people like me should be eliminated, and weak people like me are not. Qualifications to survive-so why are you protecting me? Why are you keeping me alive? "
"..."
The dark-haired man had a moment of silence, and it took a long time before he gave a sigh-like answer.
"If only I could know the answer ..." he said, "you can't get any answer from a monster."
"You are not."
Mute said, gritting his teeth.
"You are not, neither is Major General Troll."
"is it."
Tran suddenly smiled again, apparently a handsome face, but this smile made the back chill inexplicably.
"It's already here ... it doesn't matter anymore ... then let you see, me, and that person ... what has been done." He said, Mo Lan's pupil stared at Mute, reflecting a virtual light , Showing a strange arc.
"I lost," he said, "but I won't let that person get you. I know you're still young and don't understand me."
He said, staring at Mute tightly.
"You won't like that person, never."
This was his greatest purpose in bringing Mute to this place.
He is that person and that person is him. They are actually the same person, so he knows what that person fears most than anyone else.
That unforgivable past, the darkest memory, that ugly self like a monster--when all this was nakedly displayed in front of this child--
If he loses, that person will survive, but it doesn't matter, because what that person gets will be a desperate future that will always be feared and rejected by this child.
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[Last Trial]
The scorching sun is shining on the ground, and the sun is shining on the white ground.
The gray rocks are rolling one after another on the ground. This is a barren land composed of hard rocks. There is nothing but rocks here.
Looking away, all the sights are gray-white stones, no other colors are seen.
The sun is still burning hot, evaporating the water vapor in the human body completely.
Someone was making a heavy gasp in the shadow of a huge rock standing upright.
A dark-haired young man shrunk in the shadows, as if resting briefly, after a while, he emerged from the shadows. His face was exposed to the sun. It was an extremely beautiful and delicate face, but at the moment it was stained with dust, black and white, and two long scars on the sides had just become scarred.
The black-haired young man's footsteps were not smooth, and looked a little shaky and a little shaky, as if he would fall down at any time.
His breathing was very quick and heavy, showing a bit of pain. Just look at his lips, you can know why he is so painful now.
His lips were dry and terrible, all of them were cracked blood, and the scorched skin was turned out. I didn't know how long I hadn't touched the water, and the hot sun above my head was shining like this now. On his dry lips, he could feel the pain of extreme thirst, even by his side.
The look of this forward-looking young man appeared on the huge light curtain.
A dozen people sat in the hall, looking like researchers. They are sitting in a room that is controlled by the intellectual brain with a suitable temperature. They are holding hot tea and some holding drinks with ice cubes. While chatting, they are watching the screen young people who are about to be killed by hunger and thirst. What the line looks like.
There are twenty or thirty light curtains open in the hall, and each light curtain displays a different picture, and the work of these researchers who drink and chat is to pay attention to the living subjects in the light curtain.
With a click, the door opened, and another person walked in, stunning the scenes on the light curtain at will.
"What day is it?"
"Eighth day." Someone took a sip of the drink and replied, "Even if they have been specially trained to 'them', their physical fitness is already at its limit."
"There are 16 people left, hey, two more people ran into it here."
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The throat was so thirsty as if the throats were rubbing against each other, not even a little saliva was secreted. With each breath, the oxygen that was sucked in seemed to be cutting a throat with a knife, tearing that place and bleeding.
His consciousness has begun to blur.
This is an island with nothing but rocks. The seawater surrounding the island is extremely high in salt, so high that no living things can survive. The island is actually a huge gray-white rock.
How long he has been in this place, he no longer remembers.
The only thing he remembered was a sentence, a word from the person who sent him in.
[Only one person has the right to survive. 】
He didn't understand the meaning of the sentence at first, but soon he understood. Not only him, but everyone else who was sent into this place also understood.
They were told that this was the final trial and that qualified people would be free.
No one asked what would happen if they failed. Everyone knew that those who were eliminated would only die as a result.
When the wind came, even if he was conscious, he could feel that someone had attacked. That was the instinct learned from countless battles. The body that had been shaking a little while walking suddenly became agile at the moment of attack.
He was entangled with that man.
The bright sunlight shone on the dagger in their hands, and the metal blades slammed together to make a chirping sound.
In a desperate fight with each other, he won a step and pressed the opponent to the ground. The dagger in his hand severed the opponent's throat, blood spewed out, and splashed his face.
The pupil of his slit throat suddenly dilated and lost focus. The man opened his eyes so wide and lay quietly on the ground, blood flowing out of his throat, staining the gray stones under him.
He half-knelt beside the man he killed, making a heavy gasping sound, his throat like a broken bellows, like a cough and bleeding.
He bowed his head, and the blood-stained black hair was scattered. Under the black hair was a handsome face with bloodstains, and this face was exactly like the corpse on the ground.
He killed the man who had a face with himself.
This is not the first time that he has killed six people with the same face as this short sword in his hand.
[Only one person can live. 】
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"Oh, this one wins again."
Those who watched the duel in the hall of the institute said that the scene of the battle was not unusual for him.
During these eight days, his task was to watch the test animals kill each other.
Only one of the best and most powerful subjects is needed.
"'It's a chance to win the final victory, so look at it.'
He said so, and the next person continued his words.
"That being said,‘ it ’is fine for eight days without food, but there ’s no water, not just‘ it ’, I ’m afraid the rest will soon be unable to sustain it.

"Um ... no way, it takes longer than imagined. I thought five or six days would be enough. I didn't expect these subjects were stronger than imagined, and their abilities were similar. . "
"But we can't step in."
"but……"
"Even if all the subjects are dead, you can't intervene, the adult said, as long as he is the strongest one, no one can intervene."
"Also, it doesn't matter if all the experimental subjects here are dead, it is enough to re-cultivate a batch, there will always be success."
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The sun was still shining fiercely, making people dizzy. The dark-haired young man knelt and gasped beside the corpse he had killed. His eyes were already white and the dizziness hit again and again.
Extreme hunger was ravaging his body frantically. His arm with his dagger was beginning to tremble, as were his legs, and he could hardly stand up. He doesn't know how long he can hold on, maybe he will fall to the ground next second, and then become a corpse.
Instinctively, he licked his scorched lips. In the past few days, he has licked countless times. He can only lick the cracked blood skin. There is nothing else, and this time he is ready to accept everything. Unseen results.
But this time he was surprised that his tongue licked a little wet liquid.
After a long drought and honeydew, the already numb tongue was suddenly stimulated to come alive-he licked the corner of his mouth again, and felt the long-lost moist feeling, but the moist feeling had a strange rusty smell .
His pupils narrowed tightly, and then his eyes fell to the ground. Just in front of him, the young man with the same face as him was lying on the ground, and the severed neck was still bleeding. When he cut that throat a while ago, blood sprayed on his face.
He stared at the bleeding blood and swallowed his throat.
There was a flame burning in his throat, urging him to find a source of water to extinguish the flame.
His hand was pulling the ground, his fingertips rubbing against the rock, almost bleeding.
His eyes were staring at the slit throat, and his eyes couldn't be removed from the bright red liquid.
The sun shone across the land, making this rocky island hot like a frying pan.
Under the bright sun, the young man slowly leaned down, and the blood-stained black divergence fell down, blocking the front, making it impossible to see his face buried in the neck of the corpse.
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There was a moment of quiet in the hall, and those people stared at the scene on the light screen, showing their disgusted and disgusting expressions.
"Actually ... so disgusting."
"It's almost like a monster."
The crowd said this, pouting their mouths, their faces were disgusting. They sat in the comfortable hall and drank hot tea or cold beverages at hand, criticizing the experimental body.
"This is well understood. We all know that wolves will eat away the bodies of their dead companions. Even when they are extremely hungry and cannot find other food, they will attack the weak companions and use their companions' flesh and blood Fruit belly. Not just wolves, many beasts have this habit. "
An old researcher with white hair said that his face was taken for granted.
"'Them' have accepted the theory of weak meat and strong food for survival of the fittest from a young age, so they developed this kind of animalistic thinking."
He sat in front of the light curtain, like teaching, talking to everyone.
"That is to say, when threatening their own survival,‘ they ’will use animal thinking and follow instincts similar to wild animals to ensure their survival.

The discussion in the room grew hotter for a while, and the atmosphere that had been cold for a while now became hot again.
No one noticed that on the light curtain, the dark-haired young man who was half-kneeed on the stone ground had been raised again. He raised his head, his face was facing the sky, and his messy black hair was scattered over his eye sockets, making it hard to see his eyes at this moment.
The sun was shining to the extreme, illuminating the dazzling blood on the corners of his lips.
Not long ago, his lips were very dry, slightly pale, almost no color, and cracks all over his lips seemed particularly scary. But at this moment, the lips moisturized by the blood are extremely red under the sun, showing a reddish beauty.
The bright red liquid slipped along the corners of his lips, the blood color that burned human eyes slightly, and his white skin now looked like a sickly pale.
The blood slipped from the corner of his lips, from his chin, and dropped to the ground.
The young man who had been killed by him with exactly the same face was lying on the ground, and the blood on his neck was still flowing in the berth, stained with gray-white stone.
The blood red infiltrated into the gray rock was the same bright red as the lips of the young man with black hair leaning his head.
The dark-haired young man looked up, like a beast who had just devoured his fellow flesh.
He knelt down on the ground, looking up at the sky, silent.
...... The silent gesture of silence makes people feel cold from the bottom of my heart ... horror, fear ... but it gives people an incredible strange beauty.
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[Last Trial]
Only one subject can survive.
Only the person who has killed everyone else and stomped on the other person's body and devoured the flesh and blood of other people will have the name of Troll.