There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"Hold on..."

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead. Ifrit clenched his teeth, not allowing himself to make any sound, and tried his best to control the surging power in his body.

She promised Hemer, promised Saria...

but...

It really hurts!

He clenched his fists tightly together, so hard that Ifrit's nails dug into his flesh, but the pain was nothing compared to the excruciating pain in his body.

"Ten percent injected."

Looking at the screen in front of him, Leon reported the number on it.

"Current vital signs are normal."

Immediately afterwards, Albert also reported the data he was responsible for monitoring.

"continue."

Parvis narrowed his eyes and looked at Ifrit who was suffering in pain, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

It is an honor to be able to devote oneself to progress, and if he were on the stage, he would be happy to do so.

It’s a pity that his knowledge has doubled his value, so his life should not be wasted on these things. The value is too little and not commensurate with the effort.

"Twenty percent injected."

"Thirty percent injected."

The machine read out the numbers, and as the drug injection progressed, Ifrit in the treatment room couldn't help but howl in pain.

As sparks flashed, the temperature in the treatment room gradually rose.

"It's almost there, Ifrit, just be patient..."

At an angle where no one could observe, Hemer closed her eyes, and Ifrit's screams lingered in her ears, causing her hands and feet to begin to go numb.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and when Leon reported that it reached 50%, Hemer opened his eyes and looked at the time.

"it's over..."

As Hummer finished speaking, Ifrit in the treatment room cooperated and stopped howling. She collapsed on the bed and made no movement.

Seeing this, Parvez turned around and looked at Leon: "What's going on?!"

Before Leon could answer, Albert, who was in charge of monitoring the subject's vital signs, cried out, "Director! The subject's vital signs are starting to decline dramatically!"

Without thinking too much, Parvis grabbed the microphone in front of him and said, "All departments, investigate the situation!"

"No abnormalities were found in the injection of the drug!"

"No abnormalities were found in the functions of major organs!"

“No acute complications were found!”

"Real-time blood monitoring is normal."

"Adrenaline doesn't work!"

"Heart rate and blood pressure are still dropping!"

The respective persons in charge reported their respective situations one by one, but their responses all meant the same thing.

After the investigation, Parvez calmed down.

"What went wrong?"

Parvis swept his sharp gaze over everyone present and ordered, "Prepare the cardiac stimulant."

But just two seconds later, a voice that gave Parvez a headache was heard.

"Report! The cardiac stimulant is ineffective! The experimental subject is dying!"

Looking at his screen, Leon reported unwillingly.

He had finally climbed here and finally got in favor with Parvez. He only needed an opportunity to replace Hemer.

But now something went wrong at the critical moment!

If you miss this opportunity...

"The subject's heartbeat...stopped..."

Staring blankly at the heart rate monitor on the screen, which had turned into a straight line, Leon collapsed in his chair with a dead heart.

"Stop the experiment! Rescue the subject immediately!"

There was no time to scold Leon, Parvis gave the order without hesitation.

While there is still time, if we try to rescue her, we might be able to save Ifrit.

This is a rare individual that can adapt to the fragments of the Fire Demon. It would be such a pity if he died in such an unclear way.

"Yes...yes! If we can save her, there's still a chance!"

After receiving the hint, Leon stood up suddenly and rushed into the treatment room.

As long as Ifrit is rescued, their experiment can continue and his broken future can be connected!

"Step aside!"

Pushing aside the hesitant crowd gathered at the door of the treatment room, Leon rushed in first.

The moment the door was opened, a wave of heat hit Leon in the face, carrying the stench of burnt things, and rushed straight to his head. The scorching temperature even curled his meticulously combed hair.

But even so, Leon still walked forward step by step in the high temperature.

Compared with his future, what is this little suffering?

As he got closer to Ifrit, his white coat began to curl and turn yellow due to the high temperature, and even showed signs of burning.

"Don't die! Stay alive! It won't be too late to die after I get up there!"

Leon roughly pulled out the needle stuck in Ifrit's arm and untied the restraints.

"Wait! The heartbeat...is responding!"

Just as Leon was about to pull Ifrit off the bed, Albert, who was in charge of monitoring the heart rate, raised his head and reported to Parvez in confusion.

how come?

Could it be that the senior sister’s medicine is not working?

He looked at Hemer in confusion, but Albert only received a shake of his head.

Not only him, but also Homer.

The drug preparation data was clearly correct, and I saw Ifrit swallow the candy himself, so why did it turn out like this?

Before Hemer could figure it out, Albert's voice rang out again, but this time his tone was a little frightened.

"No! The subject's heartbeat is accelerating! The heart rate is gradually rising! It has now reached 240 beats per minute!!"

Looking at the terrifying data on the screen, Albert realized that something was wrong.

At the same time, Leon in the treatment room also noticed something was wrong.

The hand holding Ifrit began to ache intensely, and small blisters appeared on the wrist. These were the signs of burns. Why...

Looking at Ifrit in confusion, Leon was surprised to find that Ifrit, who had just been declared dead, had opened his eyes.

"She's saved! Someone come quickly! Quick... ahem! Drag her out!"

Turning around and waving to the people outside the treatment room, Leon let go of Ifrit, supported his knee with one hand, bent over and coughed.

His throat was burning with pain, and he felt like a knife was cutting him with every word he spoke.

But he coughed for a long time and still no one responded to him.

"What a bunch of losers! Is there no one to lend a hand?!"

Shouting angrily, Leon forced himself to stand up and prepared to call his two followers, but when he raised his head, he found that the researchers who had just gathered in front of the treatment room door had retreated to the back with a look of fear on their faces.

Even his two followers were no exception.

"Leon! Come out now!"

Parvis, who was watching everything outside, shouted loudly, reminding Leon to leave quickly.

"Why? Director Parvez, this is the result of our months of hard work. If..."

Leon retorted in confusion. Just as he was about to explain the value of Ifrit to Parvis, a shadow enveloped him and interrupted him.

The continuously rising temperature of the air scorched him, and the white coat he had been wearing in the morning (which could no longer withstand the terrifying heat) began to burn. Within just two seconds, the flames had engulfed Leon's entire body.

"Someone come quickly!"

Ignoring the pain in his body, Leon quickly rolled on the ground to put out the flames on his body. While rolling, he also saw clearly the owner of the shadow behind him.

Ifrit.

The rolling movement stopped, and Leon stood there in a daze, looking at the demon that crawled out of hell.

Behind Ifrit, a "man" made of flames was watching him with interest...

Eh?

Why... do I feel that this flame has thoughts?

Stunned on the spot, Yileon didn't react for a while. By the time he figured it out, the fiery demon had already arrived in front of him and stretched out its hand towards him.

"Is this the Fire Demon?"

Standing outside the treatment room, Parvis watched the massacre inside intently, not moved at all.

For him, Ifrit is the most important thing now, and everything else has to take a back seat!

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Looking at the runaway Ifrit, Hemer kept recalling the scene of himself preparing the medicine.

Correct data, correct technique, correct dosage...

But why...

"wrong!"

Suddenly raising his head, Hemer walked past the group of shocked researchers and rushed into the treatment room alone.

"Ifrit! Stop!"

Standing not far away, Hemer shouted loudly.

And "Ifrit" seemed to have sensed something and let go of Leon, who had been burned to bones.

The skeleton fell to the ground and instantly shattered into powder.

Seeing this scene, Parvis raised his hand to stop the researcher who was about to call the Defense Department.

His eyes were fixed on Ifrit inside, and Hemer's shadow was reflected on Parvis's glasses.

"Don't worry...experiment..."

“It’s not over yet…”

"But..."

The researcher holding the phone looked at Parvis awkwardly.

The current experiment has gone beyond their control, not to mention that people have been killed. If they don’t call the Defense Department, who will cover them?

Moreover, the alarm has already sounded. Even if they don't make this call, the Defense Department will arrive soon. Even if they want to cover it up, it is too late.

"Is it the Balrog... or is it the Ifrit called the Balrog... Hummer, let me see... please."

With fanatical eyes, Parvez stared at the situation inside, unwilling to move away.

"Ifrit! Stop! Do you hear me?!"

Raising his hands to cover his face, Hemer blinked frequently and tried his best to regulate his breathing.

The temperature inside the treatment room was so high that even just breathing would burn your throat.

But even so, Hemer still tried to wake Ifrit up.

"He...Mo..."