ICTEUWMN Chapter 139.2

[[In this life, Si Yao successfully gained the director’s trust through a series of carefully orchestrated coincidences.

Thus, at the very moment Experimental Subject 114 was first placed into the incubation pod, Si Yao was present, watching as the director submerged a newborn with its umbilical cord still attached into the chamber.

Moreover, despite his disfigured face, the director showed no signs of mental instability. On the contrary, he grinned like a benevolent father, beckoning Si Yao over to assist.

Si Yao had to suppress the overwhelming nausea that came from witnessing such an inhumane and unnatural act.

Because he knew the director was a complete madman. Right now, he appeared kind and affable, but the moment he refused an order, he could go crazy.

This was something Si Yao had learned at the cost of one of his precious chances.

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid?”

The director patted Si Yao’s shoulder with a hand still smeared with mucus and blood, as if reassuring this trusted confidant.

For some reason, this newly recruited scientist fit his tastes perfectly. No matter what question he posed, Si Yao always gave the most flawless response.

“No, I just find it interesting. This will become your most perfect creation.”

After a brief silence, Si Yao looked into the director’s eyes calmly and slowly uttered this answer.

The next moment, the director burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears welled up in his eyes.

“That’s an interesting way to put it. I like it. You really are to my taste, because you’re the first person to say that.”

Because most people would be breaking down already upon seeing the infant in the experimental chamber. The child’s body bore traces of something sinister, its left arm was pitch black, writhing with countless eerie insect eggs.

Si Yao now understood why Experimental Subject 114’s arm had been modified into that form in later stages.]]

[Help… This director is really insane!! My mental power is dropping just from reading this!!]

Readers who had followed the plot this far couldn’t help but react alongside Si Yao. They couldn’t imagine what would happen if they entered the book and encountered such a thing.

[Forget completing the mission. The second that guy puts his hand on my shoulder, I’d be screaming for him to get lost and punching that old freak to death!]

[I… I’d probably just collapse and beg him to let me go. I swear, if I keep reading, I’m going to have nightmares…]

[Hahaha, you’re such a coward! I actually laughed so hard under my quilt…hey, how did this comment even get tens of thousands of likes?!]

Among all of Yu Mian’s works, “I Picked Up A Traveling Light Brian” had the highest number of comments ever recorded. The more terrifying and twisted the midnight updates became, the more the readers huddled together in the comment section for emotional support, creating an explosion of activity.

It was as if chattering away like this could ward off the creeping horror within the book.

Occasionally, stumbling upon a highly upvoted comment even helped ease the fear, turning it into unexpected laughter instead.

[I’m just grateful that Huanyu didn’t include this baby-form of Experiment 114 in their haunted house event… At least they gave us the fully-grown male god version!]

[Also, I have to say, after reading Teacher Fish Soup Noodles’ new book for so long, my mental endurance has actually improved! The doctor said I’ve become more resistant to fear and mentally stronger! Q皿Q]

[Repeat after me…Long live the Fish Sect!!]

However, after venting off their fear in the comments section, most readers found themselves unable to resist clicking back into the main text to read on.

It was as if the comment section was a temporary safe zone, and once they recovered, they would dive right back into the dungeon to explore.

A classic case of “forgetting the pain once the wound has healed”.

Even the backend programmers at Huanyu found it amusing. After all, based on the system’s collected data, the time readers spent in the comment section of Teacher Fish Soup Noodles’ new book was approaching a near 1:2 ratio with time spent on the actual chapters.

Meaning, for every 10 minutes spent reading, many needed to spend 20 minutes in the comments to recover their courage before going back to the main text.

What was bizarre in the main text was that Experiment Subject 114, who was thrown into the incubator and immersed in the nutrient fluid, quickly grew from a baby.

His development far outpaced that of any normal infant. One night he was babbling, and by the next day, he could already speak in complete sentences.

Because of this, every scientist with clearance to participate in this top-secret experiment felt a deep-rooted fear of Experiment Subject 114.

[[The moment 114 awoke, he curiously ran his fingers along the incubation pod before effortlessly tearing through the reinforced glass and extending his hand outside. Everyone screamed and fled in terror, shouting, “Monster!”

‘Monster…?’

But, as 114 pondered over this word, someone unexpectedly took hold of his mechanical hand, which had breached the high-strength glass wall.

114 raised his eyes and stared blankly at Si Yao in front of him.

He was the only one in the entire room who remained calm and bold enough to hold 114’s mechanical hand.

And from that moment on, 114 remembered Si Yao.

The next day, the director purged all the staff who screamed and ran away, including several highly valuable A-rank scientists. Only Si Yao remained unharmed.

“He doesn’t dislike you. That’s interesting.”

The director looked at Si Yao with intrigue.

Si Yao, on the other hand, was certain that he had made the right choice.

114 could be approached. He could be communicated with. He could even be won over.

Before he truly became a monster.

As 114 gradually approached the complete form that Si Yao had seen before, towering over him in height and size, he was officially transferred to the original incubation base as a designated test subject.

To researchers without the highest clearance, this was just another experimental subject labeled “114”.

But they had no idea that this 114 had already surpassed every previous experiment in the level of danger.

The more perfect a miraculous creation, the more unfathomable the power it held.

Did the director pour all his efforts into building this Nest solely to nurture the existence of 114? At the cost of the flesh, blood, and spirits of everyone within the nest.

But this game was about to come to an end.

After waking up, 114 reached out and toyed with Si Yao’s strands of hair curiously, while Si Yao remained as composed as ever, recording the data in his hands as if he felt no horror at all.

He even took moments to admire 114’s features, after all, 114 did fit his aesthetics perfectly.

Even though, during his second chance out of three, he had died at the hands of a suddenly berserk 114, simply because he had dodged the other party’s grasp.

Now, he had only one chance left.

During this period, the director had grown increasingly irritable and restless, even reducing his visits to the experimental room. He was burning with fury over the belief that a “White Revolution” had emerged within the nest.

A force attempting to overthrow his rule lurked in the shadows, and no matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find those damned insects!

For someone as obsessed with control as the director, having his authority challenged was almost an unforgivable offense.

“I will kill him, that damn freak.”

The director uttered these words in a cold tone before Si Yao.

But Si Yao remained very calm, continuing to calculate data without even slowing his hand movements for a second.

The director’s frown gradually relaxed once more. ]]

As the first dungeon approached the prelude to its climax, the atmosphere grew ever more tense and terrifying, and the comment section was filled with endless streams of “ahhhhhh” from both excitement and horror.

Whether it was the thrill of Si Yao leading everyone to dodge the director’s slaughter, the exhilarating moment of successfully unlocking the monitoring chip from the hundredth scientist’s neck at the last second before the overseers arrived, or the nerve-wracking act of smuggling contraband materials through the ventilation ducts without anyone noticing…

Each new plot twist sent the readers into a frenzy.

No one had expected that in such a terrifying, oppressive dungeon, Si Yao would step by step achieve feats never before imagined.

Under his leadership, everyone was now working together, striving toward the ultimate goal of escaping the world of the Nest.

The day the final chapter of the first dungeon was released, the backend data of “I Picked Up A Traveling Light Brain” skyrocketed so much that even the higher-ups of Huanyu found it incredible.

After all, while its popularity had been rising steadily, it had never reached such an extreme before.

[[“You… it was you!”

When the director finally realized that everything happening behind the scenes had been orchestrated by none other than Si Yao, his most trusted confidant, the entire Nest trembled with his mutation.

In his overwhelming fury, the director even forgot to control 114, instead using his own body, already fully mechanized into something monstrous, to try and seize Si Yao and torture him to death.

This damned insect dared to toy with him like this.

“Catch him, lock down all the rooms!!”

But what the director never expected was that, at this moment, the scientists, nurses, and even logistics workers who had always obeyed him without question were now looking at him with hatred in their eyes.

Not only did they refuse to follow his orders to stop Si Yao, but they even did everything they could to hinder him from chasing after him!

Si Yao’s heartbeat was already nearing its limit, yet outwardly, he remained very calm as he sprinted toward the director’s office.

As long as he could obtain the highest-level access key and lift the signal blockade on the entire Nest Star, this massive prison would be able to reconnect with the outside world.

But just as he opened the office door, standing before him was none other than Experiment Subject 114!

In 114’s hands was the signal tower box.

Si Yao’s pupils contracted. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t understand why 114 was here. He had clearly watched with his own eyes as the other party fell into the next round of hibernation.

He had even added a considerable dose of sedative to the nutrient fluid…

Those beast-like red-gold eyes that usually showed indifference, now seemed to pierce straight through him, as if they had already seen through his true purpose from the very beginning.]