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The tangled vines were shocked back but persisted, attempting to engulf the four of them. Rimbaud, for the second time, charged his tail with electricity and slammed it onto the ground.
“White!” He uttered in a deep, melancholic growl from his throat.
The spider-like electricity web now doubled in size, burst open with lightning, its powerful force flipping the babies on the ground. Electric sparks erupted on the wildly growing vines, causing a bright burst of light. The vines, in agony, completely recoiled and didn’t dare to provoke them again for a short period.
Eris was puzzled and muttered, “White? Is that English?”
Puppet Master corrected, “Not English, it’s Merfolk language. It means ‘eliminate everything’.” He was well-versed in the ancient and mysterious language since encountering Rimbaud.
The snow-white baby goo, coating walls and ceilings, liquefied and dripped onto the floor. After restoring their infant forms, they crawled to the side of a decaying, headless corpse, making cooing sounds as they nibbled away.
Their numbers, in thousands, displayed astonishing devouring power, consuming over thirty corpses in just a few minutes within the room.
Eris pinched his nose and exclaimed, “They are pooping!”
The tiny babies expelled a green substance without any odor. Puppet Master brushed off the crawling babies from his body, then crouched down to examine their excrement.
The pale green excretion was swiftly absorbed by the roots of the vines that had just been repelled by electricity.
“These little creatures seem to lack aggression. They are only attracted to corpses. They can rapidly decompose organic matter to provide nutrients for plants, with an astonishing conversion speed,” Puppet Master said, standing up.
“Will these be useful?” Eris, noticing Puppet Master’s interest, quickly bent down and picked up two tiny babies, and stuffed them into his leather apron pocket. “Bring a few back.”
“They are like mushroom spores,” Bai Chunian realized suddenly. “All from the multiple pregnancies of that woman in the specimen cabinet outside.” He was covered in crawling white tiny babies, plucking them off only to have more climb back on, endlessly.
Rimbaud crawled over, lifted Bai Chunian’s waistband, and climbed onto the bookshelf, shaking off the tiny babies crawling on him from a higher vantage point.
“The central elevator is blocked by vines. Give it another electric shock to push them back.” Bai Chunian, hands hanging on the bookshelf, turned to look at the elevator entrance on the opposite wall, blocked by the main vine.
Rimbaud shook his dimming tail. “Charging. Need to wait for two minutes.”
“While these vines are still recovering, I think I can uproot them to get rid of them completely.” Bai Chunian kicked off with both legs, swinging from above the bookshelf to the door, squeezing out between the vines that were about to block the entrance again.
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The vines have broken through the shattered glass specimen cabinet completely, and their long, dense roots have penetrated the ground deeply, leaving cracks in the walls and floor. No one knew the extent to which these horrifying roots had grown, but it was conceivable that the collapse of the area between the testing zone, the electrical control box, and the room containing the freezer, spanning over ten meters, was the masterpiece of these vines.
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With a quick thought, Bai Chunan, being a Level 9 mature form of the fully mimetic dominator, wondered how long Eris and the Black Panther could endure if he entered the deterioration stage.
The situation was urgent and not optimistic; he must accelerate his pace and not waste time entangling with these escaped experimental subjects.
Bai Chunian stepped on the vines, moving closer to the main vine. The meat grinder-like flowers rapidly grew, snapping towards him. He could only continuously dodge and evade, skillfully avoiding the man-eating flowers effortlessly but unable to find time to remove the main vine from its roots.
Surveying the surroundings, he noticed a thin vine extending from the base, leading directly to the specimen cabinet beneath the pregnant woman.
Using bone armor fingertips, Bai Chunian unscrewed the screws beneath the specimen cabinet, opening the door to a surprising sight.
Inside the specimen cabinet where the woman was, the interior had been hollowed out from the bottom. The orifice was concealed by the woman’s obese body, unnoticed by anyone. Her body bore a large incision on the back, and one by one, snowy-white babies were being nurtured within her, dropping out, gradually turning transparent, and flowing out through the gap below the cabinet.
These mushroom spores absorbed nutrients from the mother’s corpse, scattering endlessly. It was unclear what caused this crack; the only speculation was that perhaps the entire building was crawling with these snowy-white spore babies, but they hadn’t revealed themselves because they hadn’t been subjected to any impact.
The main vine relied on a fine tendril to feed on the corpses consumed by the babies, extracting nutrients from the decomposed substances and thus rapidly growing.
If the chronological order of events was the destruction of the woman’s specimen cabinet, resulting in an excessive number of spore babies, these infants consuming corpses and breaking them down into nutrients, the vines absorbing these nutrients and rapidly growing to attack researchers, then, before this, there must have been other experimental subjects appearing, killing researchers and providing the spore babies with an opportunity to decompose the bodies.
Bai Chunian had a bad premonition; his intuition for danger had always been accurate.
Lost in thought, his shoulder was suddenly tapped. Bai Chunian stiffened as Rimbaud poked his head out from beside him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Rimbaud’s nose brushed against his earlobe and said, “You’re thinking of retreating.”
Bai Chunian tilted his head back and exhaled, “Yes. We still have a chance to retreat.”
“We agreed, didn’t we? If we fail, I’ll take you back home. With hundreds of meters of deep-sea pressing on you, accompany me in governing the ocean clan, join me in global migration, until you can no longer move, we won’t be separated.” Rimbaud murmured, cold lips kissing the alpha’s nape. “I’m already weary of this world, so as long as there’s a sliver of possibility, I won’t give up the chance to keep you alive.”
Rimbaud gently rubbed his pointed teeth against the fragile skin on the alpha’s nape, whispering, “If you decide to withdraw, I’ll respect your decision. However, if one day someone tells me that killing a hundred million humans can bring you back, guess whether I’d be willing to try.”
For sure, and he wouldn’t need any proof.
“Rimbaud, aren’t you quite averse to Satan’s words?” Bai Chunian frowned.
“Just wanted you to comfort me. Sometimes, even a king needs to act spoiled, making his little beloved feel sorry for him.” Rimbaud, with elongated and sharpened claws, gently stroked Bai Chunian’s cheek. Electric lights flickered in his gem-colored eyes as he softly said by his ear, “I’ll never seek redemption from demons.”
Bai Chunian turned around and saw a dangerous gleam in Rimbaud’s eyes.
“Entangled by a sea monster,” Rimbaud embraced his neck, wrapping around him, scales rubbing against his exposed skin. “Is that how it’s written in the mythological books about me?”
With a dull thud, his back hit the wall. Before Rimbaud could react, he was pushed against the wall, and Bai Chunian kissed him passionately. His hands cupped Rimbaud’s cheeks, covering the gills on the sides of his face, causing him to suffocate and feel dizzy.
“Let’s keep going,” Bai Chunian said, breathing lightly.
Rimbaud smiled, his sharp teeth and claws shortening back to their original appearance.
Eris waded through the sea of spore babies and ran over. “The elevator is blocked by vines; we can’t climb down, and it’s too tiring to cut them one by one. Hey, why are you hugging so tightly?”
“Cut off her roots,” Bai Chunian released his grip, pointing to the source of the vines, the glass specimen cabinet where the spores undoubtedly rooted and sprouted.
Without a second word, Eris started chopping the vines. With a ceramic bone knife, the wounds went deep, but they quickly healed.
Bai Chunian separated a strand of Dead Sea heartstone from his collar, forging it into a long-handled axe, and swung it round to chop at the tree trunk.
A deep trough was cut into the vine, firmly lodged, and delicate red fluid oozed from it. The vines thrashed about in pain, and the blossoming flowers wildly bit at everything around them. Bai Chunian could only keep jumping to avoid them, searching for the right moment to deliver a second blow.
The frenzied vines bit into Eris’ leg, their meat grinder-like teeth quickly wearing down his ceramic skin. Puppet Master tossed the sacred wind-up key and Eris caught it, the silver key transformed mechanically in his hand and became a pair of scissors gripped in his palm. The razor-sharp blades severed the vines, preventing them from regenerating.
However, this plant demonstrated remarkable adaptability. After being electrified by Rimbaud twice, it learned to avoid high voltage. Its branches covered the entire area, except for the fan-shaped space where Rimbaud was located.
“She’s intelligent,” Bai Chunian concluded. “Rimbaud, we’ll cut down the vines, and you force the main vine out.”
The stamina of the four was gradually depleting, while the vines continuously absorbed nutrients from the decomposed bodies devoured by the spore babies, growing endlessly. The robust vines had already broken through the ground, leaving the once-smooth surface pockmarked.
A mouse crawled up from the cracked floor just as a golden man-eating flower passed by. Initially, it didn’t notice the mouse, but lacking intelligence, the rodent climbed into the flower’s line of sight.
The flower rapidly lunged, enveloping the rodent’s head. With a crisp snap, the flower bit through the neck bone, and the decapitated mouse fell from the air. The flower devoured the mouse’s head, swiftly withering and closing on the vine, then bore fruit—a small, ping-pong-sized golden melon. The remaining mouse body was eagerly devoured by the swarming spore babies, excreting nutritious green substances to fuel the vine’s continuous growth.
“If improved, it could be transplanted to catch mice…” Bai Chunain gritted his teeth, forcefully pulling out the axe stuck in the vine. He took a deep breath and exerted all his strength to strike down. During the process, man-eating flowers lunged at his head, but Eris swiftly severed them in mid-air. Simultaneously, they had to be vigilant to prevent their heads from being swallowed by the flowers.
Sure enough, a bloody crack was chopped into the vine. Seizing the opportunity, Rimbaud inserted his tail into the heart of the tree, sending a strong electric current into the core. The entire vine burst into blazing blue flames, and the branches crackled and exploded.
The tree bark curled up, opening like a rolling door, revealing a small space inside. Emerging from the core of the tree was a pink girl adorned with blossoming flowers all over her body.
The girl appeared to be around four or five years old, wearing a dress adorned with an array of colorful, densely packed flowers on the skirt and sleeves. Even her arms and sleeves were covered in flowers, including her head. Clusters of flowers replaced her hair, obscuring the upper half of her face, leaving only a small, delicate mouth with vivid red dimples visible and a fair, slightly rounded chin.
The roots of these flowers grew from her hollow eye sockets.
This was a young girl with an omega body type, Experimental Subject 0520, Head Melon Vine.
The little girl noticed them, tilting her head slightly. The flowers on her body trembled, petals drifting down, creating a shower of pink flowers in the verdant room filled with vines.
Seemingly gentle, the petals were like invisible blades, silently gliding over people’s skin. In an instant, wherever they passed, the skin would split open.
Head Melon Vine’s J1 ability, “Brain-Biting Blossoms”: Any living being whose face she saw would have their heads bitten off by the flowers, relentlessly and without mercy.
M2 ability, “Blossom Rain”: Scattered flowers have an anesthetic effect, causing the target to unknowingly bleed to death. After death, seeds parasitize the flesh, germinating, and flowers would replace the rotting flesh, covering the bones.
Bai Chunian maneuvered through the dense flower rain, dodging skillfully. However, Puppet Master and Rimbaud didn’t possess his level of agility in avoiding obstacles. Their wounds burst open densely, and blood flowed profusely.
“Only an M2-grade, how can it be so difficult to deal with?” Eris was unafraid of the petal blades, but Puppet Master couldn’t hold on for too long. The less pain there was, the quicker death arrived.
Rimbaud completed his energy charge, and another web of lightning burst out from him. While the vines were dispersed, the delicate blossoms were directly ignited, and the flames falling on Rimbaud became unbearable.
Rimbaud’s tail turned red in anger, transforming into a blue lightning bolt near the little girl. His claws seized her arm, and the bloodthirsty mouth, filled with sharp teeth, tore into her shoulder, ripping off an entire arm while she was still alive.
The severed wound burst into a firework-like display of petals.
The little girl, provoked, swiftly regenerated her arm, and more blossoms bloomed densely. Meanwhile, Rimbaud, who was close to her, was cut by the relentless floral blades, causing blood to flow.
Bai Chunian turned around and said, “It’s an exacerbated M2, too bizarre, too bizarre! Knicks, I saw silver nitrate in the medicine cabinet!”
Puppet Master nodded and pointed to a location, and Eris, after cutting through the vines, ran into position. Once there, Puppet Master activated his Pawn Substitute ability, swapping positions with Eris, who now stood in front of the medicine cabinet.
In the medicine cabinet, he searched and found the silver nitrate, as mentioned by Bai Chunian. Amidst the chaotic array of medicines, he selected sodium hydroxide, glucose, and ammonium nitrate. Finding a petri dish, he put on gloves and began his operation.
Puppet Master’s face remained calm, and his fingers showed no signs of trembling. The vine flowers repeatedly grew, attempting to bite and kill him, but Eris stood guard behind him.
Bai Chunan forged the Dead Sea Heart Rock into a sickle, contending with the vines. However, every wave of vines cut off quickly grew another batch. The petal rain became denser, leaving a dozen wounds on him.
Even more terrifying, the spore babies crawled over, detecting the blood scent. They climbed up his legs, licking his wounds with their crimson tongues and sucking his blood, continuously generating nutrients to nourish the flower girl in the garden.
Rimbaud’s situation wasn’t favorable; continuous discharges significantly slowed his charging speed, rendering him unable to expel the vines once more. The spore babies clung to him, biting and gnawing, causing him sharp pain. He cried out sharply, his tail flailing wildly against the wall, the electromagnetic buzz resonating and shaking, and finally, all the spore babies on him were shaken off.
Bai Chunian pushed Rimbaud into a disinfection cabinet, closing the door to avoid the dense flower blades. Meanwhile, he maneuvered through the scattering flowers and vines.
He continued to delay, waiting until Puppet Master softly said, “It’s done,” then tossed him half of a petri dish.
The bottom of the petri dish, due to the silver mirror reaction, was now as smooth as a mirror. Bai Chunian caught the round mirror, braving the heavy flower rain, and rushed to the little girl. He turned the mirror towards her face.
“You look beautiful.”
The girl stared at her reflection in the mirror for a few seconds.
The vines with golden flowers, blooming from behind her, surged and then swooped down, biting off the girl’s head in one gulp.
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