Man on the ark, forced to become king

This kind of thing doesn't deserve to be called a human being at all!

"Stop, you can't do that."

For the first time, his body acted faster than his brain. Words of protest came out without him having time to weigh the pros and cons. Jeston quickly walked to the wheelchair and blocked the researcher who wanted to pick up the boy.

“Jesston, I’ve told you, this is my lab. You’d better not put your stupid ideas into practice.”

Loken adjusted his glasses, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He had tolerated this guy time and time again, and now this guy was interfering with his experiments, which was absolutely unacceptable.

"How could you do such a disgusting thing?"

"Ha, what did I just hear? You, as an assassin, aren't you having a change of heart? You think you're worthy?"

Click~click~click~

Deep holes were visible in the laboratory floor and ceiling, from which pale red light shone, casting tiny red dots on Jeston.

Loken snapped his fingers lightly, his expression turning dangerous. He stared at Jeston, who was being targeted by the laser, and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

"Pah! I may be a scumbag and a disgrace, but I'm still much better than you, a bastard who doesn't even deserve to be called a human being!"

Jeston didn't budge an inch, showing no sign of backing down.

If he were truly someone sent by Beach Umbrella to inspect the laboratory, he would never have acted this way.

But he is not!

Then why endure it?

Watching a child being brutally murdered right before his eyes was something even someone like him would find hard to accept.

Ultimately, he was just a man with an extreme personality. He had done a lot of bad things, but he had never done anything as outrageous as this.

A scoundrel like Loken, who has no moral compass, deserves to go to hell!

He didn't know when Boss Lin's men would seal off this place. The laboratory was located underground, and even if elite armed forces were to force their way through, it would take some time to arrive. If they didn't stop the experiment now, it would be too late by the time reinforcements arrived.

When you are sure you have the ability.

For the first time in his life, Jesston made a choice that went against his usual style.

He had to protect these two children!

Even if such behavior may seem extremely absurd, ridiculous, and irrational to others, he will still do it.

Because he considered himself a human being, not a beast!

"Then you go die."

Loken had completely lost his patience. He looked at Jeston with pity, raised his arm as if to give the order to attack.

However, Jeston did not give him that chance.

"Fuck you!"

The laboratory's smooth walls and floor instantly warped, iron was extracted from them, and a blade that appeared out of thin air severed Loken's arm.

Jeston punched the researcher next to him, sending him flying. He then picked up the child in the wheelchair, encasing them in black iron to form a sturdy armor.

Boom!

A powerful punch slammed into the one-way glass of the laboratory, cracking the specially made tempered glass around its edge.

"stop!"

Despite the pain of losing an arm, Locken's eyes widened in fury, and he immediately activated the laboratory's defense mechanisms.

Electromagnetically propelled projectiles were fired from the exposed holes, striking the black iron armor, but all were withstood by the thick armor.

Ignoring him, Jeston continued punching, shattering the tempered glass and crashing into the laboratory.

dong dong dong dong!

The barrage of bullets continued, their heavy force penetrating the armor and seeping into the body, some even breaking through the ironclad defenses, causing blood to trickle from the corner of Jeston's mouth.

But he still didn't dodge, standing in front of the little girl Felin's operating table, pushing his Originium Arts to the limit, erecting a thick black iron shield to block the attack of the defense mechanism.

He knew very well that the resources available to such a rudimentary laboratory as the Loken Water Tank were limited, and the defensive measures they could set up were incomparable to those of large laboratories. As long as they could hold out for a while, these physically weak researchers and their incompetent defense personnel would not be able to stop him at all.

“You forced me to do this, Jeston.”

Loken stood up from the ground, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, like a demon. Ignoring the bleeding wound from his severed arm, he pulled a palm-sized controller from his pocket and pressed the button on it.

stab~

A piercing crackling sound of electricity rang out from behind him. Jeston turned around and saw blue lightning erupt from the restraints binding the little girl, spreading throughout her body.

Amidst the crackling electric current, the little girl's body convulsed, and she opened her eyes, revealing a pair of inorganic pupils.

An extremely dangerous energy fluctuation emanated from that frail body.

Chapter 157 The Experimental Subject Goes Berserk

The artificial infected organ was initially inspired by the large-scale spellcasting units used in the military fields of various countries—war weapons that combine Originium with modern electronic equipment and directly call upon Originium energy to release spells.

They are often quite large in size and contain multiple spell structures, driven by trained professional sorcerers. They can not only amplify the Originium Arts mastered by the sorcerer, but also call upon pre-set spell structures at any time to perform large-scale spell coverage, far surpassing the staff-type spellcasting units held by individual sorcerers.

What Loken did was simplify and miniaturize it, and then add his own design for an Originium energy storage and drive device. From a purely scientific research perspective, he is indeed a genius.

However, simplifying and miniaturizing large surgical units to the point that they can be implanted in the human body inevitably leads to many problems. The most important of these is how to drive this artificial infection organ to work stably.

Large-scale spellcasting units used in the military field have a complete structure, including energy harvesting, Originium-driven structure and activation device. Therefore, they can be activated by a specially trained caster, just like starting a vehicle. It is not particularly simple or convenient, but it is not difficult either.

However, this approach won't work for artificial infected organs. To implant this thing into the human body, its size needs to be controlled and its volume strictly calculated and constrained. Therefore, there is no space inside to accommodate those structures, nor are there materials that can support the miniaturization of certain structures.

Therefore, Loken's artificial infected organ only retains the main structure, which makes its activation and initiation particularly difficult.

Without the assistance of external devices, its use depends entirely on the operator's own ability to control it.

Through experiments, Loken concluded that the solution was to stimulate the subjects' thinking to the maximum extent, activate their mental abilities, and at the same time compress consciousness and merge multiple consciousnesses—if one person's portion was not enough, then two people's portions would be used.

This method is simple and crude, but often the simpler the method, the more effective it is. As long as the experimental subject can withstand it without collapsing, it is almost certain that the artificial infected organ can be activated using this method.

However, this activation method has now been forcibly interrupted by Jeston.

Even the laboratory's defenses couldn't break through Jeston's Originium Arts, so Loken knew he was helpless against this rebellious son. Anyone with a brain could see that a physically weak, pure scholar like him couldn't possibly defeat Jeston, who roamed the underworld.

So, are we just going to sit here and wait to die?

Loken could not accept it.

Therefore, he chose another alternative, a solution that only existed in theory.

Mental stimulation does not necessarily have to be achieved through that method. In certain situations, electrical stimulation, which is sometimes used, can theoretically enhance the mental activity of the experimental subject and thus activate the device.

Even though this method was far from stable, Loken felt he had no other choice but to either go all in or die a miserable death at Jeston's hands.

The choice is obvious.

Even if the chances of success are slim, it's still much better than sitting around waiting to die.

And, he succeeded.

A red light flashed in the laboratory, and the energy readings on the control panel continued to soar, but Loken had no time to look at them.

An invisible force erupted, and Jeston's years of combat experience allowed him to react before his brain could even process it, quickly conjuring an iron wall behind him.

boom!

The sturdy black iron shield was crushed by an invisible force, and an indescribable sense of crisis surged into his heart. He rolled on the ground with his child in his arms, hurriedly dodging and exposing the scene behind him.

The laboratory's automatic defense mechanism had not yet stopped, and the densely packed projectiles, now unobstructed, rushed towards the operating table.

creak creak-

The sickeningly loud creaking sound continued to explode. All the bullets that were within a certain range of the operating table seemed to be blocked by an invisible hand, squeezed into a ball, and lost their lethality.

creak- creak-

The sound of metal being crushed continued, not only crushing the incoming projectiles into scrap metal, but also including the operating table binding the little girl and the laboratory floor within the spell's effective range.

The sturdy alloy was twisted and torn apart by the power of magic, like dough.

The area with a radius of more than two meters seemed to collapse inward like a sphere. Jeston watched helplessly as his magical creation was pulled in and crushed to pieces. Terrified, he hurriedly retreated while holding the child in his arms.

"Ha, ha, I did it! I did it!"

Loken's eyes gleamed brightly as he burst into laughter. He stared intently at the girl, Felin, who was suspended in mid-air, his gaze filled with fervor, as if he had seen an unparalleled treasure.

"Crazy, really crazy!"

The range of the spell was expanding, and Jeston keenly sensed this. He tried to shrink himself into a corner of the laboratory, his brain working frantically to find a solution.

He didn't know when the little girl's spell would end. The current situation clearly showed that the experimental subject's power had gone out of control and started to go berserk, and anything could happen.

The worst-case scenario is that the test subject's magic goes completely out of control, engulfing and crushing everything around it.

Even the hardest alloys cannot withstand the crushing power of magic, let alone flesh and blood.

The safest course of action now is to stop the spell rampage as soon as possible to avoid the worst-case scenario.

But... what should I do?

Jeston was completely baffled. He had no ability to fight the little girl with his magic. It seemed that his only hope was Loken.