Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

In the dimly lit basement, countless black shelves were filled with bottles and jars, each containing a murky liquid and the organs of an unknown creature.

In the center of the basement, there was a huge operating table with scattered pieces of flesh and blood on it.

In this nauseating and terrifying space, a black-haired, red-eyed girl strolled leisurely, as if wandering in her own princess room, familiarly running her slender fingers over every sharp tool.

She is Lina.

Formally, she is the person in charge of the Abundance School stationed around the third-level rift in the River Reef, collecting monsters for experiments and research.

But informally speaking, she was just an eighteen-year-old girl who still looked a bit immature.

At this moment, she was holding the little elf in her hand, and the two of them were chatting away, one after the other.

"I can't breathe, let go!"

The little elf's face turned red from holding her breath, and she frantically thrashed at her tiger's mouth.

"A weak fly."

Lina snorted, but in the end she quietly loosened her grip.

The little elf was not grateful at all; instead, he made a face at her.

They were not enemies or adversaries, but they were certainly not friends either.

"What are you going to do now? Take revenge on them? Just because they killed your bear? It seems you forgot about it the day you created it. I don't remember you even gave it a name, did you?" the little elf asked, propping his head up with his hand, puzzled.

"That's right, the bear isn't important; there's someone else I care about."

Through the griffin's eyes, Lina saw the white-haired, red-eyed man in the distance.

"Did you see that? White curly hair, that's the signature hair color of the Conalon family. Without a doubt, that filthy family has sent someone back again, but it's not that damned old man."

When the little elf heard Lina's words, it was as if she had heard a funny joke, and she chuckled.

"Dirty bloodline? The way you talk makes it sound like you're not a member of the Conalon family."

Lina forced a painful twitch at the corner of her mouth; it wasn't a smile, but more like a painful spasm.

"Of course I hope so. I even hope I wasn't born. I hope all the blood in my body drains away. I hope that treacherous and despicable man isn't my biological father."

The little elf shrugged, looking like he had no choice.

"That's just wishful thinking. The fact is, you are Lina Conaron, the daughter of Count Conaron."

If Vittorio were standing here, he would definitely be shocked.

If the conversation between the two people just now is true, then this girl is his biological sister in terms of blood relation to this body!

What followed was an even more shocking conversation between the two.

"I'm staying here partly to fulfill my teacher's request, and partly because I know my greedy father will never give up this gold mine, and he will definitely return here one day."

"But he was so afraid of death that he didn't come back in person. Instead, he sent someone else, a person about my age."

"White hair, red eyes... Who else could it be but my 'dear' brother Vittorio? Thirteen years... Thirteen whole years without a word, leaving me forgotten in the darkness... my brother."

The little elf was also intrigued.

"What are you planning to do?"

A long, suffocating silence.

The murderous intent seemed to slither up her brow like a venomous snake, but it couldn't conceal the confusion and vulnerability in his eyes, nor the fragile little girl deep within him. But the vulnerability was fleeting, quickly replaced by her cold face.

Ultimately, all emotions were suppressed by a stronger, deeper hatred.

"Of course I want revenge! I want to get revenge badly! I want to take revenge myself!"

"Moreover, I am the gardener of the Abundance School stationed in the Reach, and a gardener... has the right to remove all pests that invade her garden."

"Lina..." The little elf was unusually quiet, staring at Lina with some concern.

"You don't need to try to persuade me. Have you forgotten Daphne?"

The little elf's expression changed immediately upon hearing "Daphne," as if this name was a shared, painful memory they both didn't want to discuss.

After the two finished their discussion about revenge, Lina quickly walked to a corner in the basement and suddenly pushed open the door.

The view before us was astonishing.

The air was foul and filthy; rows of hard, black iron fences stood behind which lurked all sorts of deformed monsters.

A canine monster with a wolf's head and a scorpion's tail; a reptilian monster covered in scales but with wings; an animal with a brutal combination of arthropod and mammalian features...

The sounds of growls, hisses, and the scraping of carapaces echoed in the enclosed space, creating a bizarre melody.

Monsters are already evil beings, but the modified monsters imprisoned here are even more twisted than evil.

She walked in step by step, as if inspecting her own kingdom.

"Number 3, perfect fusion, but the wings are a bit weak and need surgical adjustment."

"Number 17, a perfect tail, simply a work of art, even better and more powerful than on its original owner!"

The little elf looked at the room full of twisted monsters and made disgusted tsk-tsk sounds.

"This is disgusting, it's blasphemous."

Upon hearing the elf's words, Lina smiled enigmatically, as if she had heard a wonderful compliment.

"Hmph, you don't understand biology at all, you don't understand the beauty of muscle tissue."

After saying that, she looked at her palm.

"Blood ties are not important at all; it is a crude, inefficient, random, and flawed fusion."

"But my talent far surpasses my filthy blood; I can create unparalleled and fascinating creations with my own hands."

"As for my brother? Considering we share the same mother, I will fulfill my duty as a gardener and 'prune' him until he grows into the right shape."

As Lina spoke, she turned her gaze to the little elf beside her and grabbed the chain around the elf's neck.

"Just like you, this fly, I can also transform you into my favorite shape, can't I?"

The little elf rolled its eyes and then "woof!" bit Lina's hand.

Lina, however, didn't care at all. She casually swung the little elf that was biting her hand, humming a little tune, and walked happily into the depths of the dungeon.

And from that depths, the screams of humans could be heard continuously.

In the innermost dungeon, two living creatures were locked up separately.

One was a modified rotting dog, chained to the left, its mouth dripping crimson blood, with some suspicious bits of meat stuck between its sharp teeth, as if it had just torn something apart.

Looking at the man next to it, it became clear what kind of meat shreds were in the modified rotten dog's mouth.

The man was terrified and on the verge of collapse. There was a suspicious liquid beneath him, and his entire leg was a bloody mess.

But unfortunately, there was a chain around his neck that completely locked him in the right corner.

A rope was attached to his hand, which connected to the rope around the rotten dog's neck to form a pulley.

When he exerts force, the rotten dog can only retreat; when he loosens his grip, the rotten dog will rush up and bite him.

This creates a terrifying balance—he must constantly exert force and keep his nerves on edge to hold onto the rotting dog, or he risks being bitten.

This creates a psychological torture that is even more cruel than physical torture. The person pulling the rope has their life in their own hands and cannot rest for a moment.

The wound on his leg was caused by being bitten when he lost his grip due to exhaustion.

Now, after a night of stalemate with the rotting dog, he is on the verge of a mental breakdown due to excessive blood loss and terror.

Having such a lurking beast constantly watching you is more despairing than being bitten to death.

The man looked so pitiful that one couldn't help but wonder what crime he had committed to deserve such torment.

Lina's arrival quickly explained everything.

As Lina pushed open the door, the man's expression instantly became even more terrified, as if he had seen some living demon.

Lina seemed to enjoy the feeling of being feared, and smiled sweetly.

"Good day, Mr. Spy, how was your day?"