Those who reincarnate must die.

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The moment Zhang Lang uttered the name "Sasha," the enormous viral entity suddenly began to tremble violently, its countless twisted limbs began to wave wildly, its huge heart began to beat rapidly, and the stench in the laboratory became even stronger.

"Looks like I guessed right..." Zhang Lang sighed and reached out to the frantically convulsing viral organism.

The proliferating tissue receded slightly, dodging Zhang Lang's hand. Then, flesh and blood surged within the crater, eventually piecing together an ugly human face.

It's a stretch to call it a human face. It's twice the size of an average person's face, with incomplete skin, many parts made of congealed flesh and blood. The teeth are uneven, and the eyes are different sizes, each shining with a different color...

It could be said that these facial features were somewhat ugly, even frightening, but when put together, they bore a resemblance to the beautiful girl in Zhang Lang's memory.

"Zhang...Lang..."

The strange face's voice was unpleasant, like a cat scratching at a door, and the words were unclear, but Zhang Lang could tell that it was calling his name.

"I'm...ugly right now, aren't I?"

The strange-faced man's tone was somewhat timid. Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang shook his head and reached out his hand. The strange-faced man initially tried to dodge, but seeing Zhang Lang's insistence, he stopped resisting and allowed his hand to touch his cheek.

"You are still the Sasha I used to know!"

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As for the others waiting outside the laboratory, although they couldn't quite understand what the monster was saying, they could all tell that it was calling for the hunter.

"Did the hunter know this monster before?"

"Could the Hunter have been to this world before? No, this lab has been sealed off for over a year. If the Hunter had been here, wouldn't he have been a Reincarnator a dozen or so missions ago? With his strength, how come he hasn't advanced after all this time?"

"Maybe it starts out ordinary, but then you suddenly receive a fantastic reward?"

"Maybe he wasn't a sacrifice at all, but a hero who came to complete a hidden quest!"

"They seem to know each other quite well, so can we still kill pathogens and get points?"

"Still want to score points? Aren't you afraid the hunter will tear you apart alive!"

The reincarnators chattered amongst themselves, while Zhang Lang, inside the laboratory, focused his attention on the strange face before him.

He was certain that the person he was talking to now was Sasha… or rather, Sasha’s soul.

When Dr. Bard said that Sasha and the other immune beings were already dead, Zhang Lang had his doubts. He had indeed seen Sasha and many other immune survivors in the underground base. If Dr. Bard confirmed that those immune beings were dead, then what had he seen?

Later, after entering the laboratory, they saw "ghosts" that looked exactly like Sasha and Jess. Based on what they saw on the seventh floor, it was basically confirmed that those ghosts were experimental subjects created by the rat people of the sub-race.

The question then becomes clear: Dr. Bard, as a key figure in the main quest, carries the highest credibility. Since he confirmed that all the immune cells transformed into monsters during the fusion experiment, it's obvious that the Ghosts are super soldiers cloned by the Sub-Clan using the original virus to isolate the genes of individual immune cells. So, where did the survivors in the underground base come from?

Compared to the ghosts who are devoid of thought and soul, only knowing how to fight and obey orders, the survivors are clearly more flesh and blood, even possessing past memories. Even Zhang Lang, before entering the research institute, believed them to be the true survivors, real people.

Clearly, the sub-clan would not create such a thing, and even if they did by chance, they would not allow them to escape and establish a base.

Based on this analysis, the only thing that could give these survivors souls and memories is this enormous viral entity.

It must also possess intelligence!

When Zhang Lang arrived outside the laboratory, he was even more certain of his conjecture.

With his terrifying attributes, even through thick bulletproof glass, one could sense the aura of intelligence flowing beneath the monster's frightening appearance.

What surprised Zhang Lang was that the intelligence of the viral progenitor did not seem to be the product of the fusion of the souls of many immune bodies as he had imagined. The intelligence seemed simpler, more like the soul of a certain person, or rather, based on the soul of a certain person.

Thinking of the underground base, where a group of men, women, and children, led by Sasha, a frail woman in her early twenties, Zhang Lang had a guess.

"During the fusion, you were the only one who survived, weren't you?" Zhang Lang gently stroked the terrifying, distorted face and asked softly.

The strange-faced creature nodded, then shook its head: "My... mental strength... is relatively high... and I... was able to maintain the fusion the longest... carrying... everyone's... memories..."

Zhang Lang nodded: "The survivors outside... they are all doing well. Although it is somewhat dangerous, they are very united."

The strange-faced man nodded: "I made...they...believe...that they are...real people...hoping they can...live...well..."

At this point, the strange-faced man lowered his head: "But I... am too selfish... I don't want them to go too far away... If they're still active in the city... I can occasionally... peek outside through them..."

"No, you're not the selfish one..." Zhang Lang shook his head, gently stroking the strange face: "You gave them life."

The strange-faced man paused slightly, then nodded: "Thank you...you're still...so gentle..."

Zhang Lang looked up at the enormous body of the virus prototype. Its sprawling tissues had become one with the laboratory, and its flesh and blood had seeped into the walls, making it difficult to separate.

"How can I help you?" Zhang Lang revealed his divine weapon, wanting to help Sasha leave this place, but he was afraid of hurting her.

The strange-faced man shook his head: "There's only one thing I... have always wanted to do... but I can't..."

"What is it?"

The strange-faced man stared at Zhang Lang with his asymmetrical eyes and slowly uttered three words.

"I...want...to...die..."

As those words were uttered, bright red tears actually streamed from those ugly eyes…

"I...want...to...die..."

"I...want...to...die..."

"I...want...to...die..."

"I...want...to...die..."

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He repeated this sentence over and over again, his face contorted with tears of blood.

"I see……"

Zhang Lang's voice wasn't loud, but for some reason, it carried an unshakeable power that silenced the somewhat hysterical, strange face.

Then, the grotesque face lifted up, flesh and blood surged beneath it, and finally a red core the size of a basketball emerged.

"Take...they...away from here..."

"Don't worry..." Zhang Lang placed his hand on the core and activated Heavenly Punishment...