Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

In Institute 17, Lapland has a new classmate who is learning human language and writing.

But in fact, Lapland already knew how humans spoke; it was just pretending not to.

But unlike it, this classmate of itss truly knew nothing.

In contrast, their new teachers have unique teaching methods.

Sometimes...

The researcher, through the cage, pointed to his own chest and then to the chest of the diver.

"Me." "You."

The Earth Diver stretched out a hand through the crystal cage, seemingly wanting to touch it, but the motor connected to the cage immediately scorched its hand black, and it withdrew it in pain.

The researcher simply chuckled.

"pain."

And sometimes...

The researchers would bring him oil paintings and let him touch those richly colored images of elegantly dressed, beautiful noblewomen.

"beauty."

While the local divers were deeply fascinated by the woman in the painting, the researcher abruptly pulled it back and pointed it at the divers.

"ugly."

The Earth Diver seemed to understand that this was a bad adjective and was angry at his sudden act of pulling the painting back, so it bared its teeth and roared.

The researcher simply continued tapping on the crystal.

"hatred."

Sometimes the prostitute would continue to visit, and the Earth Divers would react most strongly at these times.

As the prostitute swayed her plump hips and left, the researcher would smile and point at the diver's dazed gaze.

"like."

At this pace, the researcher might have been able to achieve his experimental goal by gradually teaching the students, but things didn't go as planned.

…………

……

When the researcher rushed in from outside in a panic that day, Lapland was lying in his crystal room contemplating life.

But when he looked up, he saw that the researcher was pale, exhausted, and looked like he had been greatly shocked.

Behind him was another person, or rather, another person he had abducted—the prostitute.

After entering the laboratory, the researcher did not immediately utter any sarcastic remarks as usual, but instead slammed his hand hard against the outer wall of the crystal cell where the imprisoned diver was held.

"It's over, it's all over, it's all over."

"All the intelligence, rumors, and news from refugees tell me only one fact: the capital has fallen."

"How is His Majesty the Emperor? How is the Hall of All Reasons? How is the Imperial University?"

After asking a series of questions, he lay on the ground and laughed foolishly.

"It's all meaningless now—my research, my position, my hard work, even my sacrifice!"

"All I have done is to fulfill the ideal that His Majesty the Emperor promised us, and to have my name enshrined in the highest hall of fame."

But now everything has vanished like a bubble.

After his outburst, the researcher leaned against the wall, trembling as he lifted the cuff of his right trouser leg.

Beneath his trouser legs, there was a large patch of worm-like growths that started from his feet and extended to his calves.

He pulled out a small knife from his coat, intending to cut away the scar. However, as soon as he cut away a small piece, he let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered, so he had to stop.

Finally, having exhausted all options, he collapsed to the ground, looking utterly hopeless.

"Hehe... Hahahaha, but before I die, there's one thing I must figure out."

He muttered to himself as he grabbed the prostitute who was tied up not far away. The prostitute had been watching him go crazy for a while and was now filled with terror.

However, the researcher ignored his horrified gaze, grabbed her, and led her by the hair toward the cage.

The cage still held the Earth Diver, but before entering the room, the researcher had already found a strip of cloth and blindfolded the prostitute.

"Go inside and do the job you're best at, and then I'll let you go."

"Really...really?" The prostitute asked incredulously, her voice trembling slightly.

"Of course it's true. Here you go, this is your payment."

The researcher then haphazardly pulled a handful of coins from his pocket and stuffed them into the prostitute's hand.

She was no longer so afraid and concluded that perhaps this man was just having a mental breakdown and wanted to have some fun at the last moment.

"I have only one request: you must not take the strip of cloth off."

"OK."

The researcher and the prostitute entered the room together.

In the prostitute's eyes, everything went dark. She heard no sound, only faint footsteps, as if someone was moving slowly.

Then, with a bang, the door was slammed shut.

The prostitute was slightly startled, and her body trembled a little.

She reached out and tentatively groped in the darkness.

"Sir, where have you been? What new trick is this now?"

The person beside her remained silent, but the prostitute suddenly had a sixth sense that someone had stood next to her.

A huge body loomed over her like a shadow.

It didn't say a word, it just watched quietly.

In the darkness, the prostitute felt a sudden, inexplicable fear, and her body trembled slightly.

She was about to take off the blindfold when she remembered the researcher's instructions—she absolutely must not take off the blindfold.

For the sake of the reward, she refrained from making any moves.

She had no choice but to adopt her usual soft and charming tone.

Why aren't you saying anything? To be honest, I'm a little scared.

The prostitute's voice was slightly hoarse, not at all girlish, but possessed a unique charm of a mature woman.

The person beside him seemed to be bewitched by his own voice, and unconsciously reached out a hand to touch his face.

Thinking of this, the prostitute couldn't help but feel smug.

The movement was unusually clumsy, like that of a beginner, but at the same time it was very gentle, not at all as rough as usual.

At the same time, that hand was exceptionally soft, and I always felt a cool, slippery sensation after it touched my face, as if it were a hand that had just been wet and was touching my face.

The prostitute seemed a little confused, but in the end, her instincts took over.

Perhaps the gentleman across from me doesn't like a rough approach today and just wants to try something new.

With that in mind, she decided to take the initiative.

So she eagerly leaned forward and hugged the creature opposite her.

As soon as he hugged her, the prostitute sensed something was wrong.

"Your skin looks exceptionally soft today, and you seem to be a bit taller than usual."

The creature opposite her remained silent, only reaching out to stroke her face, as if it were the first time it had ever touched a human face.

The prostitute was bewitched by this gentleness, no longer caring about the awkwardness, and began to grope in the darkness to make her move.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that this time it was much more pleasant than usual.

But at the same time, she had a strange feeling that she was being watched by something.

In any case, it was all over after about several tens of minutes.

The prostitute lay satiated on the body of the man she had just shared lovemaking with.

He was also panting, and the prostitute could sense that she was satisfied as well.

This was a rare moment of harmony, unlike the brutality of the past, and the prostitutes even felt a surge of desire to reform.

Perhaps this man really liked her, but was just too shy to admit it, which is why he made her wear a blindfold.

With that in mind, the prostitute decided to take a bold step and give him a surprise.

So the prostitute took off her blindfold.

Her eyes adjusted from darkness to light, taking a moment to adjust to the scene before her.

then……

She saw the nightmare.