Chapter 1561 Protecting Morale: A Strict Warning
Raymond shifted his gaze, finally settling on the central hall below. Through narrow gaps in the ventilation shaft, he could make out rows of researchers processing various data on the floor beneath him.
"Where are the monster's biometric readings?" one called out.
"What's the status of Container One? Was today's breeding successful?" asked another.
"Subject Three is deceased. Have someone dispose of the body."
In the eyes of these researchers, those imprisoned in glass chambers were merely test subjects, not human beings.
"Subject Five's skin has completely deteriorated. The virus is performing excellently—we can deploy it in the next phase."
"I can't take this anymore! Let me die! Please, just let me die! I can't experiment on humans anymore. God forgive me, I'm bound for hell!"
With that final frantic outburst, the entire hall fell into sudden silence, tension hanging thick in the air.
Then the largest door swung open, and a uniformed man stepped through.
He was young, perhaps twenty-eight, wearing polished leather boots that matched his cold demeanor. The atmosphere in the hall grew oppressive as he entered. With a chilling smirk, he approached the researcher who had cried out.
The uniformed man grabbed the researcher by the hair, his voice like ice. "I've told you before—no disrupting morale."
The researcher, trembling violently, pressed his forehead to the floor in terror, clearly having lost all composure. "I'm sorry!"
Without hesitation, the uniformed man pressed his boot against the man's face. "Didn't you say Subject Three is deceased? Put him in that container."
He was condemning the researcher to become a test subject himself.
The others remained silent, heads bowed, diligently continuing their work. The uniformed man's presence loomed over them like a shadow they couldn't escape.
"Inject him with our most potent toxin. I want to see the effects," he said, lips curling into a smile as an assistant respectfully brought him a chair.
He sat down, eyes gleaming with interest as they dragged the researcher into Container Three. Shortly after, white vapor filled the glass chamber.
When the mist cleared, the man's skin had completely dissolved, yet he remained alive, staring into space with hollow eyes. Blood pooled at his feet as he tried to speak, but his teeth fell out one by one. Each scream brought forth more blood, the sound amplified throughout the hall.
Looking closely, Raymond noticed dark circles under every researcher's eyes. They worked from five in the morning until two at night, and anyone caught slacking risked becoming the next test subject.
Newcomers initially broke down, but after witnessing the fate of test subjects, they were terrified into compliance. Chronic sleep deprivation had left them all looking like walking corpses, now numb to the horrors around them.
The man's screams didn't interrupt their work—they continued mechanically, each fearing they might be next.
The uniformed man rose from his chair, clapping with satisfaction.
"Excellent," he remarked, clearly pleased with the toxin's effectiveness.
He adjusted his leather gloves, smiling. "The entertainment is over. Everyone knows what to do now, correct?"
The sounds of experiments resuming was answer enough.
The uniformed man left with a smile, like a god who ruled over this domain of suffering.
Raymond committed the man's face to memory, his stomach turning at the atrocities he'd witnessed.
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