Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband-Chapter 211: Observing The Military Base (2)

"But isn’t that exactly why the General brought you all here? To achieve something that sounds impossible?" the soldier pressed.

The researcher let out an exasperated sigh. "I’ve already told the General countless times, even regular soil is difficult to make fertile, let alone sand!"

The soldier didn’t back down. "We brought you soil samples from the forest, just like you requested. But you still haven’t figured out how the forest is able to grow plants."

Another researcher scoffed. "What do you know about science? The only thing you’re good at is carrying a gun."

Ah. Medeia could tell right away, the researchers and soldiers didn’t have a good relationship.

It was probably because the soldiers constantly pressured the researchers to work faster, yet they still hadn’t found a solution.

The only vegetables they had access to were the ones gathered from the forest, and even those were extremely limited because most of the plants had mutated into human-eating monsters.

For the first time, Medeia truly realized how lucky she was to have arrived in this world with a system on her side.

Without it, she would have never been able to eat fresh vegetables and fruits, maybe not ever.

No wonder the people who saw the farm in her base reacted as if they had just stepped into paradise.

Medeia didn’t bother paying attention to their argument any longer and instead began moving around the laboratory, trying to gather more information about the chips.

The laboratory was divided into several sections.

There was a department dedicated to researching ways to grow crops in infertile soil, a department focused on genetic modifications, likely experimenting on ways to make plants or even humans more adaptable to harsh environments.

Another section was dedicated to mutant ability research, analyzing how certain abilities functioned and whether they could be artificially replicated or enhanced.

But what caught Medeia’s attention the most was a restricted area labeled ’Neurological Studies.’

If the chips were controlling the soldiers’ minds, this was the place she needed to check.

She moved cautiously, her camouflage cloak blending into the surroundings, allowing her to slip past researchers without drawing attention.

A few scientists were gathered around a holographic screen, discussing something in hushed voices.

"The last batch of subjects showed some resistance to the chip’s influence," one of them said. "We might need to increase the synchronization process."

"Too much synchronization could damage brain tissue," another replied. "We’re already losing too many subjects as it is."

"But we succeeded with the twentieth batch," a female researcher pointed out, adjusting her glasses. "They survived, even though they ended up... well, extremely timid. But still, a success is a success."

"The General doesn’t just want them to survive," another researcher countered. "He wants them to be less timid, yet still highly reactive to stress under extreme conditions."

A man let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temples. "Brave, but also easily stressed? That’s a contradiction. Too much stress and they’ll be unable to function properly."

"Oh, who cares about normal functionality?" someone scoffed. "The only thing that matters is creating the perfect soldiers for us."

Another researcher suddenly frowned. "Wait, wasn’t the twentieth batch reported missing? Someone said they were kidnapped."

"Hah? No wonder the General has been in such a bad mood since yesterday." Another researcher clicked his tongue. "And the Lieutenant keeps pressuring us to stop making the kids so timid."

Medeia clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her skin as she listened to their conversation. Some of the researchers in Warstock, at the very least, still looked like they were doing this against their will, like they had no choice but to obey orders.

But these researchers?

They didn’t look forced at all.

All of them appeared relaxed, comfortable, even enjoying their roles in experimenting on those children.

Even when they spoke about children dying because of their research, none of them showed the slightest remorse.

As if they were running tests on lab rats, not human beings.

Medeia had always known that some humans were worse than beasts. Most of them only acted good because of laws because of the fear of consequences.

But when laws disappeared? So did their morality.

The twentieth batch was apparently the first successful one.

Which meant the previous nineteen batches had all been failures.

The thought of the children in Warstock resurfaced in Medeia’s mind, reminding her of the forced nightmares inflicted upon them.

Perhaps the lucky ones had died quickly. But what about the others?

How many had endured torment for years before they finally broke?

Even if the children here were being "pampered" in The Metal Cube, did that really make this place a paradise?

Medeia hadn’t even heard the full story from Finn and the others yet. For some reason, he always looked a bit terrified whenever his past was brought up.

So maybe, despite the so-called ’pampering’ environment, he had endured something far worse. However, the others didn’t seem to show the same reaction.

Could it be that most of them had their memories erased?

Medeia would have to investigate further once she returned to the Red Star.

Her fingers itched to grab her dagger, to silence every last one of these so-called scientists. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

But she needed information first.

As a researcher walked out of the records room, Medeia slipped inside without hesitation.

The moment the door shut behind her, a small notification appeared in her vision.

[Countdown: 00:09:24]

Nine minutes left?

’Tch. I wasted too much time listening to those bastards.’

She didn’t have time to sit here and read through everything, so she decided to take them.

Without hesitation, Medeia grabbed a stack of documents and stuffed them into her Space Pocket.

She didn’t have time to steal every file in the room, so she prioritized the ones marked with progress reports on the children’s brain experiments from batch one to batch twenty.

Her hand paused over a particularly thick, leather-bound book, its spine labeled with a single word: Neurology.

It had to be important.

She grabbed it without a second thought and shoved it into her Space Pocket.

"Hey, the control room said the documents in the record room flying by their own!"

Medeia was taken aback when she heard the researcher’s words. Her eyes snapped upward, and cursed, "Oh, shit."

[Foul language detected! Penalty: -20 C-Points.]

She gritted her teeth.

She had completely forgotten that everything she touched wouldn’t turn invisible along with her.

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