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When he opened his eyes again, he found his body tightly secured on a Dissection Table. Standing beside him were several men in lab coats, looking like researchers from a laboratory.
The men were whispering to each other, discussing something unknown, while one of them, holding a scalpel, slowly approached the Dissection Table.
Lu Xiaoran was terrified, his face pale as he pleaded, "Please let me go. I can provide you with supplies; I can give you as much as you want."
However, the man showed no signs of being moved by his words. At that moment, the other researchers also stepped forward, their gazes toward Lu Xiaoran not resembling that of looking at a person but rather at an experimental animal they could manipulate at will.
In the following days, Lu Xiaoran endured tortures more horrific than hell itself. His limbs and organs were repeatedly removed and then sewn back together. It felt as if he had become a detachable figurine, toyed with by those men.
Lu Xiaoran had no idea what their purpose was; he speculated that they might be trying to find the organs within him that produced his Ability and then seize it for themselves. From snippets of their conversations, Lu Xiaoran learned that the place he was in was a research institute specializing in Human Anatomy, called Yi Research Institute. The ones performing surgery on him were all researchers from this institute.
He noticed that a man dressed in a brown-gray sweatshirt came every day to assign tasks to the researchers. This man seemed to be the head of the institute. Through how others referred to him, Lu Xiaoran discovered that this man's name was Zhou Pengfei.
That morning, Zhou Pengfei arrived at the institute as usual, personally briefing the researchers on their tasks for the day. He walked up to Lu Xiaoran's Dissection Table and scrutinized him from above.
At that moment, Lu Xiaoran's body was covered in horrifying wounds and numerous surgical stitches; only endless despair remained in his eyes. The agony of dismemberment over the past few days had extinguished his will to survive; all he wanted now was to escape this hellish nightmare quickly.
Seeing Zhou Pengfei approach, Lu Xiaoran trembled and begged in a shaky voice, "Just kill me; I don't want to live anymore."
Zhou Pengfei curled his lips into a strange smile and mockingly replied, "Don't worry; we won't let you die until we thoroughly study your Ability."
Lu Xiaoran glared furiously at Zhou Pengfei, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
"Do you still have any humanity left in you for doing such inhumane things?"
Zhou Pengfei shrugged nonchalantly, a mocking expression evident on his face. "Inhumane? What I'm doing is for the benefit of all humanity."
"You lunatic!" Lu Xiaoran screamed, struggling desperately on the dissection table.
However, Zhou Pengfei remained unfazed. After exchanging a few words with several other researchers, he turned and walked away.
In the following days, they increased the dosage of anesthetic agents administered to Lu Xiaoran. Under the effects of the drugs, not only did he lose sensation in his body, but his mind also became foggy, rendering him incapable of normal thought.
Time passed without him realizing how long it had been. When Lu Xiaoran finally opened his eyes again, he found himself back on a bus seat, as if the world had reverted to the days before the apocalypse.
He reflected on his previous experiences, certain that this was not a dream. The excruciating pain was still vivid in his memory, refusing to fade away.
Those damned lunatics—none of them would escape.
Lu Xiaoran clenched his fists, his eyes radiating an icy coldness. The two months of torment had laid bare the ugliness and filth of humanity before him. Coupled with the inhumane suffering he had endured, he no longer wished to show kindness to anyone. The only person he wanted to protect was himself.
Moreover, he intended to make those who had tormented him suffer a gruesome fate. They would pay for their blood debts in blood.
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