NOVEL NEXT The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 229 "The Hunter's Cage"
Chapter 229 "The Hunter's Cage"
"Nero?" Cheng Xiaoyuan was slightly surprised when he heard the name, "The experimental subject brought back by you, the boss?"
"That's right, it's him." Yan Lvge nodded, "You didn't kill him, did you?"
"No, I'm not Yu Chen's lunatic who likes to deal with pollutants." Cheng Xiaoyuan pouted, "Our second department attaches great importance to the human rights of experimental subjects. Twenty kilometers of training, three or four days of overtime without sleep, cultivating immortality..."
This day is like a 007 social animal...
But Yan Lvge didn't think there was any problem, instead he readily agreed with Cheng Xiaoyuan's statement: "You are really kind to them."
As the first transcendental subject brought back by Yan Lige, and the prototype transcendent of the "Hunter's Cage", Nero was looted by various research departments when he landed on the island. Under the auspices of Mr. Mellon, a bidding conference was abruptly formed.
In the end, Cheng Xiaoyuan shouted out the conditions of a monthly salary of 10 yuan including food and housing to ensure personal safety, which made Nero stunned for a while, and willingly followed her to study the second part.
However, as the production of spiritual potions increased, it was no longer a dream to mass-produce superhumans, and Nero gradually "fallen out of favor".
"The experiment 'Nero' has poor physical fitness, lazy temperament, and weak willpower. He is not a qualified transcendent at all." Cheng Xiaoyuan poked her lips disdainfully while bouncing in front of her, "I'm trying to let him participate. He has passed the Transcendent Course twice, but what he has awakened are all abilities related to primitive and low-level desires, so he is completely useless, not as good as the death row prisoners sent by various countries."
Yan Luge was not surprised by this result: "It seems that he was able to awaken the 'Hunter's Cage' purely by luck."
"Yes, this extraordinary ability has some value."
While talking, the two walked to the room where the experimental subjects were placed.
"It's here." Cheng Xiaoyuan pointed to a certain room.
Standing on tiptoe, Cheng Xiaoyuan, who was 1.4 meters tall, entered a command on the numeric keypad at the door to call up the surveillance video in Nero's room.
"Oh, I'm still sleeping. Probably because I recited too much outline of the Transcendent class arranged yesterday." Cheng Xiaoyuan took a look and said, "Do you need me to wake him up?"
"No need." Yan Luge shook his head.
He is not interested in Nero at all, only in the extraordinary ability of the other party.
Yan Luge pushed the door open and walked in.
The temperature in the room is comfortable, around 26°C throughout.
Nero was wearing the uniform white pajamas issued by the Institute, rolled up a thin blanket, and fell asleep with his brows furrowed, as if he had a nightmare.
"I don't want to work overtime... Huhu..."
"I don't want to recite the text... Huhu..."
"I don't want to be fined to carry a stone on my back and run a hundred laps around the laboratory because I can't recite the text... Huhu..."
Yanluge: "..."
What exactly did Cheng Xiaoyuan do to his children?
As Yanluge approached, Nero's neckline suddenly twitched.
A fist-sized, slightly protruding, fleshy lump moved out of him, circled around his neck, and finally settled on Nero's forehead.
The lump split from both sides, revealing a row of sharp and fine fangs from between the flesh and blood.
That scene made people see only the SAN value.
But this didn't scare Yan Luge, because he raised his hand, and an identical thing was born on the back of his hand.
Little Fang wanted to run out and have a look at his own kind.
It curled the corners of its mouth, revealing a humanized puzzled expression.
Little Fang: Master Master, what is it?Why do you look the same as me? .jpg
Yan Luge was expressionless: "You silly brother."
Little Fang: Oh.jpg
Yan Luge: "Would you like to say hello to it?"
Little Fang: Okay.jpg
Little Fang spun around Rhythmic's wrist, and gave a friendly smile to the mouth on Nero's forehead.
Little Fang: Hello~.jpg
opposite:……
Little Fang: I'm very happy, how about you? .jpg
opposite:……
Little Fang: Can't you laugh? .jpg
opposite:……
Little Fang: So will you cry? .jpg
opposite:……
No matter how Little Fang frowned, and sent all kinds of emoticons at the other party, he didn't get any response.
The little fangs wrapped around the back of Yan Lvge's hand, and looked at the master helplessly, as if he was aggrieved.
Little Fang: Master, it ignores me.jpg
Little Fangs: Wronged.jpg
Yan Luge didn't change his face: "Then you don't care about it."
Little Fang: Oh.jpg
Little Fang got in through Yan Luge's sleeve, and really ignored her.
Yan Luge tilted his head, and stretched out a scarlet tentacle from behind.
The tentacles fell to the ground, crawled over like a giant snake, crawled onto the sleeping Nero, and wrapped them around his neck silently.
The sleeping Nero knew nothing, and the mouth on his forehead did not respond.
As long as Yan Luge uses a little force, he can strangle this stupid guy to death.
But Yanlvge didn't do that.
He stretched out another tentacle, reaching to Nero's chest, and the tip raised like a snake's head, aiming at Nero's front.
Deep malice erupted suddenly, Yan Luge waved his tentacles, and stabbed down fiercely.
The mouth on Nero's forehead reacted this time.
It opened suddenly, and a slender tongue protruded from between the fangs, facing the stabbing tentacles.
But the menacing tentacles that seemed to stab Nero to death on the spot disappeared abruptly the moment they were about to touch him.
Yan Luge's ferocious killing intent also disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the malice just now was just an illusion.
The mouth above Nero's forehead paused, as if he had lost his aim.
It slowly withdrew its thin tongue, closed its mouth, turned around on Nero's face, and disappeared into the collar again.
But Yanlvge had already got the result he wanted.
"A normal alienated, specialized dual-route extraordinary ability 'Hunter's Cage'." Yan Lige murmured softly, "There are two forms of mouth/eyeball, and it can move on the host, not subject to the control of subjective will.
"It has a certain perception of the outside world, and will autonomously attack targets that are hostile to the host, but its flaws are quite clear, relying heavily on the host's instinctive perception, and it is almost useless for transcendents who can freely restrain their killing intent.
"More importantly... there is no spiritual intelligence, no dialogue and communication, and no play with emoticons."
Yan Lige paused, raised his hand, and stared at the unusual one on the back of his hand.
Fangs: Huh? .jpg
"What the hell are you?" he asked softly.
Little Fangs: 0_0? .jpg
"Forget it, it's useless to ask you." Yan Luge shook his head.
He is sure.
The "Hunter's Cage" of someone else's house is just an ordinary, extraordinary ability within the normal range, and there is no spiritual intelligence.
Just his ability is a bit special.
It should be his own problem.
So... what is the fundamental difference between him and Nero?
Yan Luge thought for a while, and his expression gradually became weird.
Or, it has something to do with the system his father passed on to him as an inheritance.
Or, it has something to do with his origin... that is, "time travel".
(End of this chapter)
"Nero?" Cheng Xiaoyuan was slightly surprised when he heard the name, "The experimental subject brought back by you, the boss?"
"That's right, it's him." Yan Lvge nodded, "You didn't kill him, did you?"
"No, I'm not Yu Chen's lunatic who likes to deal with pollutants." Cheng Xiaoyuan pouted, "Our second department attaches great importance to the human rights of experimental subjects. Twenty kilometers of training, three or four days of overtime without sleep, cultivating immortality..."
This day is like a 007 social animal...
But Yan Lvge didn't think there was any problem, instead he readily agreed with Cheng Xiaoyuan's statement: "You are really kind to them."
As the first transcendental subject brought back by Yan Lige, and the prototype transcendent of the "Hunter's Cage", Nero was looted by various research departments when he landed on the island. Under the auspices of Mr. Mellon, a bidding conference was abruptly formed.
In the end, Cheng Xiaoyuan shouted out the conditions of a monthly salary of 10 yuan including food and housing to ensure personal safety, which made Nero stunned for a while, and willingly followed her to study the second part.
However, as the production of spiritual potions increased, it was no longer a dream to mass-produce superhumans, and Nero gradually "fallen out of favor".
"The experiment 'Nero' has poor physical fitness, lazy temperament, and weak willpower. He is not a qualified transcendent at all." Cheng Xiaoyuan poked her lips disdainfully while bouncing in front of her, "I'm trying to let him participate. He has passed the Transcendent Course twice, but what he has awakened are all abilities related to primitive and low-level desires, so he is completely useless, not as good as the death row prisoners sent by various countries."
Yan Luge was not surprised by this result: "It seems that he was able to awaken the 'Hunter's Cage' purely by luck."
"Yes, this extraordinary ability has some value."
While talking, the two walked to the room where the experimental subjects were placed.
"It's here." Cheng Xiaoyuan pointed to a certain room.
Standing on tiptoe, Cheng Xiaoyuan, who was 1.4 meters tall, entered a command on the numeric keypad at the door to call up the surveillance video in Nero's room.
"Oh, I'm still sleeping. Probably because I recited too much outline of the Transcendent class arranged yesterday." Cheng Xiaoyuan took a look and said, "Do you need me to wake him up?"
"No need." Yan Luge shook his head.
He is not interested in Nero at all, only in the extraordinary ability of the other party.
Yan Luge pushed the door open and walked in.
The temperature in the room is comfortable, around 26°C throughout.
Nero was wearing the uniform white pajamas issued by the Institute, rolled up a thin blanket, and fell asleep with his brows furrowed, as if he had a nightmare.
"I don't want to work overtime... Huhu..."
"I don't want to recite the text... Huhu..."
"I don't want to be fined to carry a stone on my back and run a hundred laps around the laboratory because I can't recite the text... Huhu..."
Yanluge: "..."
What exactly did Cheng Xiaoyuan do to his children?
As Yanluge approached, Nero's neckline suddenly twitched.
A fist-sized, slightly protruding, fleshy lump moved out of him, circled around his neck, and finally settled on Nero's forehead.
The lump split from both sides, revealing a row of sharp and fine fangs from between the flesh and blood.
That scene made people see only the SAN value.
But this didn't scare Yan Luge, because he raised his hand, and an identical thing was born on the back of his hand.
Little Fang wanted to run out and have a look at his own kind.
It curled the corners of its mouth, revealing a humanized puzzled expression.
Little Fang: Master Master, what is it?Why do you look the same as me? .jpg
Yan Luge was expressionless: "You silly brother."
Little Fang: Oh.jpg
Yan Luge: "Would you like to say hello to it?"
Little Fang: Okay.jpg
Little Fang spun around Rhythmic's wrist, and gave a friendly smile to the mouth on Nero's forehead.
Little Fang: Hello~.jpg
opposite:……
Little Fang: I'm very happy, how about you? .jpg
opposite:……
Little Fang: Can't you laugh? .jpg
opposite:……
Little Fang: So will you cry? .jpg
opposite:……
No matter how Little Fang frowned, and sent all kinds of emoticons at the other party, he didn't get any response.
The little fangs wrapped around the back of Yan Lvge's hand, and looked at the master helplessly, as if he was aggrieved.
Little Fang: Master, it ignores me.jpg
Little Fangs: Wronged.jpg
Yan Luge didn't change his face: "Then you don't care about it."
Little Fang: Oh.jpg
Little Fang got in through Yan Luge's sleeve, and really ignored her.
Yan Luge tilted his head, and stretched out a scarlet tentacle from behind.
The tentacles fell to the ground, crawled over like a giant snake, crawled onto the sleeping Nero, and wrapped them around his neck silently.
The sleeping Nero knew nothing, and the mouth on his forehead did not respond.
As long as Yan Luge uses a little force, he can strangle this stupid guy to death.
But Yanlvge didn't do that.
He stretched out another tentacle, reaching to Nero's chest, and the tip raised like a snake's head, aiming at Nero's front.
Deep malice erupted suddenly, Yan Luge waved his tentacles, and stabbed down fiercely.
The mouth on Nero's forehead reacted this time.
It opened suddenly, and a slender tongue protruded from between the fangs, facing the stabbing tentacles.
But the menacing tentacles that seemed to stab Nero to death on the spot disappeared abruptly the moment they were about to touch him.
Yan Luge's ferocious killing intent also disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the malice just now was just an illusion.
The mouth above Nero's forehead paused, as if he had lost his aim.
It slowly withdrew its thin tongue, closed its mouth, turned around on Nero's face, and disappeared into the collar again.
But Yanlvge had already got the result he wanted.
"A normal alienated, specialized dual-route extraordinary ability 'Hunter's Cage'." Yan Lige murmured softly, "There are two forms of mouth/eyeball, and it can move on the host, not subject to the control of subjective will.
"It has a certain perception of the outside world, and will autonomously attack targets that are hostile to the host, but its flaws are quite clear, relying heavily on the host's instinctive perception, and it is almost useless for transcendents who can freely restrain their killing intent.
"More importantly... there is no spiritual intelligence, no dialogue and communication, and no play with emoticons."
Yan Lige paused, raised his hand, and stared at the unusual one on the back of his hand.
Fangs: Huh? .jpg
"What the hell are you?" he asked softly.
Little Fangs: 0_0? .jpg
"Forget it, it's useless to ask you." Yan Luge shook his head.
He is sure.
The "Hunter's Cage" of someone else's house is just an ordinary, extraordinary ability within the normal range, and there is no spiritual intelligence.
Just his ability is a bit special.
It should be his own problem.
So... what is the fundamental difference between him and Nero?
Yan Luge thought for a while, and his expression gradually became weird.
Or, it has something to do with the system his father passed on to him as an inheritance.
Or, it has something to do with his origin... that is, "time travel".
(End of this chapter)
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