MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 357 The Final Battle Before Dawn (2)

In the blink of an eye, the two test subjects walked out calmly, looked at each other, nodded, and their figures almost simultaneously transformed into human form.

"It's...it's a success!" The young assistant looked at the two of them, almost dumbfounded. After a long pause, he cheered excitedly.

The elderly researcher Chen Shan, with trembling hands, immediately opened the data records for the two experiments.

"Success..."

"It's a success! It's a success! It's a success!!!"

Cheers echoed.

The unprecedented perfect posture of the two experimental subjects moved him and all the survivors in the "Ant Nest" base to tears.

How many experiments has this been conducted by global resistance groups?

There was too little communication between the various resistance bases, so nobody knew.

All people know is that the number of those who sacrificed everything for this cause is far too great...

Among them, those who sacrificed their lives, having almost completely lost their reason, were left with only a last obsession and could only become one-time weapons in the final battle. Those who were sealed away were only a tiny, insignificant minority among these victims.

A list of deaths, a record of repeated failures...

Each character weighed heavily, bending the spines of Chen Shan and his fellow researchers, who were among humanity's few remaining researchers.

They hated their own powerlessness and felt compelled to use the blood, flesh, and souls of their compatriots to fill an abyss from which there was no end.

They hoped that countless failures would build a blood-stained staircase leading to the glimmer of light.

At this moment, the two volunteers in the Ebloon cell and dark energy experiment have both retained their will. After this unprecedented success, based on the current experimental data, how far away can the next success be!

……

A low-grade feverish, collective frenzy permeated the laboratory.

Researchers can suddenly erupt into heated arguments, or even physical altercations, over trivial mistakes.

The guards had fierce eyes, their fingers were always on the trigger while they patrolled, and they overreacted to any unusual sounds.

This unprovoked irritability and uncontrollable destructive urge spread like a plague through the "anthill," making the already precarious experimental environment even more dangerous and resulting in a persistently high failure rate.

All the tragedies, struggles, and despair that occurred in the "ant nest" were presented in real time and in high definition on the giant screen of the luxurious palace in the cloud.

Li Yang, the "Lord of the Filthy Light," was currently lounging lazily in his throne, which was formed from condensed energy and emitted an ominous purple light.

He was dressed in a magnificent robe and held in his hand a cup of life essence extracted from the purest life force in the city of "Eden," a liquid that could only be obtained from one hundred beautiful young women in their prime.

This existence, containing pure life force and capable of reviving someone who has just been seriously injured and died, actually brings him no benefit whatsoever.

Even the life force extraction device he bought from the aliens, even if it extracted all the life force it could, would be of no use to him.

He just thought that casually killing a group of beautiful girls and squeezing them into drinks was very classy.

He savored his drink while admiring the living hell beneath the surface, as if watching a thrilling and entertaining live show.

"Pfft—hahaha!" When he saw a test subject in the isolation chamber dying from unbearable pain, frantically banging his head against the wall, he couldn't help but spit out the liquid in his mouth, laughing so hard he was doubled over, and pounding on the armrest of the throne.

"Idiot! Oh my god, you're hopelessly stupid! You don't even have the aptitude to become a monster! You're wasting my electricity by making such a fool of yourself!"

Suddenly, the air around him distorted slightly, and a seductive yet dangerous figure, somewhat resembling a woman, appeared.

The other-dimensional demon goddess, Aenemina, one of Li Yang's "partners," emits a melodious yet chilling laugh.

She watched the faces on the screen contorted with pain and contorted with rage, as if admiring a masterpiece of art.

“My dear Li Yang, the emotional fluctuations of these little mice you’ve been raising are becoming more and more delicious.” With a light tap of her slender fingers, a wisp of invisible and intangible, yet capable of directly interfering with brainwaves, demonic electromagnetic waves pierced through the thick layers of earth’s crust and were precisely injected into the air of the “ant nest.”

"Let their despair, anger, and madness burn even brighter! That's the perfect spice to accompany a meal!"

On the screen, Chen Shan and his assistants suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation and irritability, and an uncontrollable rage to smash everything surged up in their hearts once again.

It is this continuous mental pollution that amplifies all their negative emotions.

This has left the "ant nest" base, which in theory should be self-sufficient and serve as a place for the transmission of knowledge from the seeds of human civilization, on the verge of collapse for a long time.

Li Yang watched the pointless conflict erupt on the screen, and the experimental subjects that were destroyed after going berserk, and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"Yes! Yes! That's it! Fight! Argue! Tear your pathetic morality and humanity to shreds!" His face was filled with a twisted pleasure, a morbid ecstasy from discovering "like-minded people."

"Even with the power of Ultraman Tiga, I didn't indulge in that ridiculous hypocrisy. How could these rats in the gutter possibly be loving and affectionate under such circumstances?" He muttered to himself, his tone full of extreme sarcasm.

"You're always talking about 'protection,' 'sacrifice,' and 'humanity,' but what's the result? For that tiny bit of hope of resistance, you call yourselves a resistance army... Hahahaha! You've really scared the hell out of me! How are your experiments, your methods of dealing with the losers, any worse than mine? Huh?!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice shrill. "What ridiculous morality and brilliance! It's all hypocrisy!"

"Prove it to me! Prove that you lowly slaves, you self-proclaimed righteous rebels, are morally superior to me! Haha, and what was the result?"

"Besides putting on a show of righteousness in front of me, aren't they just a bunch of scumbags behind my back!"

"However, the more despicable you are, the more I like it!"

He took a deep, ecstatic breath, as if savoring the stench of blood and despair emanating from the underground laboratory through the screen. "This proves I was right! The law of the jungle, the ruthless pursuit of goals—that's the truth of the universe!"

For a moment, he even started dancing with excitement. "You are nothing but a bunch of hypocrites wallowing in the mud, pretending to be virtuous while being prostitutes. Your mere existence is a source of endless amusement!"

For someone with a system and the power of Ultraman, how could he not discover a mere rebel base located at the boundary between the Earth's crust and mantle?

He knew all too well how many rebel bases there were around the world.

These brainless bastards, they've only excavated ruins and grasped a little bit of the technology that TPC used to have, do they think they can escape the gaze of the great Ultraman Tiga?

He's killed all of humanity more than once! But in Li Yang's eyes, the mere resistance fighters were nothing more than dogs he raised to slaughter and eat.

He knew, of course, that these rebels were trying to make a big fuss and create monsters to fight him.

However, instead of stopping the resistance's experiments, he secretly fueled them.

It's just that it's going in a bad direction.

He deliberately "omitted" some severely flawed Ebloon cells that had been intentionally aroused to bestiality, as well as a half-destroyed dark energy collection device, which the resistance "luckily" seized and used for research.

He was more pleased to see these so-called "righteous people" slide step by step into the abyss he was immersed in in despair. This satisfied his perverse desire for domination and his sense of superiority than to crush them directly.

"Alright, that's all for today's performance," Li Yang breathed a deep sigh of relief and closed the screen with a happy expression.

However, Li Yang severely underestimated the resilience that those souls that were not completely crushed could unleash in the true abyss.

At the same time, deep underground in the "ant nest" base, a emaciated superhuman who was soaking in nutrient solution also breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.

Once, the actual military leader of the resistance, a member named Lei, after a serious internal conflict that nearly caused the entire core area of ​​the "anthill" to self-destruct, keenly sensed something was amiss, thanks to his last remaining shred of rationality and deep understanding of his comrades.

This periodic, irrational loss of collective emotional control is by no means natural; it is more like a precise psychological attack.

He used hypnosis to secretly assemble a core group of absolutely loyal and mentally stable individuals during intervals, and utilized a nearly forgotten passive mental spectrum analysis array from the old TPC era, located deep within the base.

After a long and dangerous monitoring process, they finally detected that extremely faint yet distinctive energy fluctuation—it was the demonic electromagnetic wave of Enermina, the otherworldly demon who had clashed with humanity during the TPC era.

At that moment, when the truth came to light, the core team members did not roar in anger, but only felt a chilling coldness and a deathly silence.

Immense grief and rage, enough to incinerate everything, surged within them like magma, but they forcibly suppressed it all.

We can't let him know we've found out.

Everyone immediately reached a consensus.

"He thinks we're on the first level, that we're insects in his palm, killing each other out of despair. So let's keep acting, and act even more like a bunch of utterly defeated, insanely self-destructive scum!"

From that moment on, the actions of the ant colony resistance entered a two-track system.

On the surface, the laboratory continued to experience frequent "failures," and the drama of infighting and emotional breakdowns became even more "realistic." They even deliberately created some highly destructive "accidents" and, through certain "secret" channels that Li Yang had intentionally opened, conveyed the false message that the "anthill" was about to self-destruct due to internal collapse.

In the shadows, deep within, shielding measures were strengthened to the extreme. In the "Zero Experiment Zone," protected by individuals with special abilities, true hope was quietly being nurtured.

All the most valuable, even the smallest, success data, and all the real research data on Ebron cells and dark energy, were secretly transferred here.

The selection of volunteers has become more brutal and secretive. Even if you don't get an evolved human with enough rationality, you must have a short-term, controllable obsession with combat and become a stepping stone for the next generation of volunteers!
This process of accumulating strength is slow and desperately dangerous, each step accompanied by enormous risks and silent sacrifices.

They were walking a tightrope over a bottomless abyss, with Li Yang's malicious gaze and the constant mental pollution from the otherworldly demon goddess Aenemina beneath their feet.

Hope was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, but they clung to it tightly, refusing to let go.

Until now!

In the laboratory, Chen Shan was excitedly asking about the current state of the two Ebloon cells and the Dark Energy Evolver when suddenly his vision went blank.

"who!"

The silver war god stepped forward, and the crimson phoenix also stared intently at a boy in front of them, staring at Daigo.

A strange attraction to the boy in front of her made both of them extremely wary.

Daigo looked at them, and then at the other experimental subjects deep within the base, enveloped by the remains of some kind of monster, thus shielding them from the Lord of the Corrupted Light's gaze.

The child suddenly laughed, tears streaming down his face. "Indeed, indeed... humanity's hope has always remained, humanity has never given up..."

He raised his head, his gaze hardening. "Everyone, the moment of counterattack is about to arrive!"

Without any warning, a pure, warm, and indescribably vibrant light resonated from the group that had come with Daigo and spread outwards, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, penetrating layers of rock and a special shielding layer, quietly permeating the entire "anthill".

The rebels throughout the base looked up blankly, their hearts, long oppressed by frenzy and despair, suddenly felt lighter as if a real spring breeze had swept over them.

In the laboratory, an experimental plant that had long since withered in a petri dish miraculously sprouted a tiny, trembling green bud at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this...?" Chen Shan stared blankly at the green, his dry eyes suddenly becoming moist.

Suddenly, he touched his chest and felt a warm, gentle strength emerging within it.

A long-forgotten emotion—hope—pierced his numb heart like a sharp thorn.

Suddenly, he saw the alarm and immediately rushed to the only computer that could access the location of the sealed semi-successful experimental subject. The scene he saw shocked him.

There, in the room where the volunteers who had given everything for humanity, only to serve as disposable weapons in critical moments, were sealed, a faint rain of golden light began to fall!

The light, gentle yet resolute, seemed to possess life, continuously surging into the ground.

It surged into the minds of these warriors, who had been consumed by the brutality of the Ebron cells and the dark energy, leaving only a sliver of their reason dormant.

These volunteers and soldiers slowly woke up.

Regardless of what kind of transformation they underwent, as long as a trace of unpolluted clarity remained in their hearts, they felt as if a gentle yet firm "harmonizing agent" had been injected into the violent, painful, and uncontrollable power within them.

The terrible mental anguish is subsiding, and the destructive agitation brought about by the Ebron cells and dark energy has been miraculously calmed down!
They felt that they were gradually gaining control over their present selves.

More importantly, a long-lost feeling called "hope" was rekindled in their desolate hearts like wildfire!
"It's light...it's real light!" A young volunteer looked at his arm, which had been transformed into a hideous giant claw, but was now gradually melting and reconstructing. He looked at the soft, warm light emanating from himself and his companions, and tears streamed down his face.

Those tears were no longer the despair of certain death and an insurmountable enemy, but the joy of overcoming hope.

Soon, Daigo and his group began communicating with the resistance fighters in the base.

(End of this chapter)