I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 273 Hope Arrives
The dim and cold cell is unbearable. If you live here for a long time, you will definitely die of illness.

It sounds a bit ironic, but in fact, the "raw materials" detained here don't have to worry about contracting any disease. After all, the person who has lived here the longest has only lived here for five days.

Under normal circumstances, it takes a maximum of three days for the raw materials to be put on the assembly line.

They will first be stripped of their clothes and every corner of their bodies will be washed with high-pressure water guns.

After cleaning, the next step is a simple physical examination.

The staff will use a needle that has been used to prick countless people to draw blood samples, and after testing with professional instruments and arrays, they will be able to quickly determine the physical condition of the raw material.

Those who are not suitable for the next process will be chopped to death and their bodies will be dragged away to be used as fuel.

If they were in a more remote outpost, such as the Wasteland Territory, these corpses might be deboned and sent to the black market to become rare meat.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The next step after the physical examination is truly outrageous.

Compared with the previous high-pressure water guns and shared needles, the third process is much more rigorous. Not only does it have a strict processing procedure, but it also has a clean and independent workshop for the operation.

There will be five independent pollution pools in the workshop.

It is filled with concentrated pollutants with extremely terrible concentrations. For example, the volatile "pleasure" pollutant liquid, the smell it emits may transform organisms into polluted organisms.

These five pollution pools are the focus of the third process.

Before the raw materials enter the workshop, someone will put a special alchemical collar around his neck.

The operator will then control the alchemical puppet to escort the raw materials into a suitable pollution pool based on the physical examination report. If the environment outside the pollution pool is sufficient to complete the transformation, that would be best. If not, the alchemical puppet will force the raw materials into the pollution pool.

At this time, the alchemical collar will transmit the physical condition of the raw materials to the operator in the operation room in real time, and professional scholars will analyze the data to determine whether the raw materials can be transformed into Fallen.

If this fails, the collar will self-destruct, enough to instantly sever the raw material's neck, killing it completely before it can be transformed.

The headless corpses will become a hotbed of pollution after sinking to the bottom, which can fill the pollution consumption and make the pollution pool sustainable.

If the transformation is completed and the raw material becomes a Fallen, it will be picked up by the alchemy puppet, sent to the final process for "packaging", and then delivered to the customer.

This is the complete process of artificially manufacturing the Fallen.

In the eyes of the raw materials, when a person is caught out of the cell, he can never come back.

For a long time, the people here have been shrouded in despair, and those who expect to be rescued will unsurprisingly be pushed into the pollution pool.

Death, or death later, is their only choice.

Lucas tried to inspire people and tried to resist, but ultimately failed.

But he did not give up, simply because his parents told him since he was a child that he would become a righteous superhuman when he grew up, and he would definitely reach heights that no one else could reach.

Lucas naturally felt that he had the ability to save everyone, but the bloody reality made him feel powerless.

Until then, all he could do was fight back against those damn scum every time the cells opened.

But now it’s different. There are new victims being locked up, and Lucas feels that he needs to comfort them as soon as possible and give them hope.

He did so, but unfortunately the victims who had just woken up from coma were all emotionally unstable, and Lucas had to work hard to calm them down.

"I...you mean I can still go home, right? My daughter was just born...I don't want to die yet..." "Of course, I promise you, look!"

A small flame ignited in Lucas' palm. In fact, since he was ten years old, he has possessed the potential to become an extraordinary person.

As the descendant of a supernatural being, he is born with a trace amount of supernatural power in his body. As long as he uses it properly, he can naturally use such ability.

Of course, this is also Lucas' limit.

Fortunately, this was enough. When the victims discovered that Lucas was a supernatural being, they chose to believe him.

Lucas was quite satisfied. Just when he was immersed in joy, someone punctured the beautiful future he had created.

"You actually believed the words of a little brat? If he really had a way, would we still be trapped here?"

"But he is a transcendent."

“Hahaha, he’s just the child of an extraordinary person. He was born with a little bit of extraordinaryness. Otherwise, his attack on those bastards just now would have been enough to smash him to pieces. He’s just relying on a little bit of value to do whatever he wants!”

"Don't talk nonsense! Everyone will be saved!"

"Stop it, kid. You must be feeling guilty." The man who poured cold water on me seemed a little crazy at the moment. "I've lived here for four days. I can assure you that when that door opens again, one of us will never come back!"

Everyone looked towards the cell door, their eyes filled with fear.

And reality seemed to respond to them. A blurry figure appeared at the door and clumsily tried one key after another. It took a lot of effort to finally open the cell door.

"See, look, I was right! You'd better not choose me. I heard that the person who lived the longest here stayed for five days. I want to break the record!"

In order to maintain the hope that he had finally built up, Lucas rushed directly towards the person who opened the door.

But who knew that the other party's method was so mysterious that Lucas was subdued by a mysterious force and pressed against the wall.

"Hmm - no signs of contamination, mental state is normal, probably due to stress."

"You damned beast! Don't even think about taking anyone away while I'm here! Don't even think about it! The military will be here soon to take you all away!!"

"You seem to be more energetic than I thought. In that case, please help me."

"Beasts! Who will help you criminals?"

Lucas watched as the other party took out a wallet from his gray windbreaker. The wallet seemed to contain some magical power, as it contained all kinds of documents.

"Do you recognize the emblem of the Fallen Asylum? It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it. I still have my old ID from the military days. If that doesn't work, I'll show you my Clara Academy student ID."

"This...you, how come you have a military ID?! Who are you?!"

"I'm here to save you."

Wyatt withdrew his hand from Lucas' neck, and the latter fell to the ground naturally.

"I'm Wyatt Owen, the director of the Fourth Fallen Asylum. Congratulations! You've been rescued."

(End of this chapter)