Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 217 Slime who likes to dig holes
Although there have been speculations about underground monsters for a long time, the suspicion of symbiotes and slimes cannot be avoided. After all, only these two boneless things can easily hide in such an open environment.

“This is such an unexpected surprise!”

Terry immediately used the gel he just picked up and made a nuclear-powered torch.

"Slime is so easy to say, it is the weakest monster even in the game——"

Terry held the torch and just wanted to take a look at the underground environment that was finally clearer when he heard the sound of loosening in the soil behind him.

He stuck the torch into the soil, turned around and pulled it out to look at the moon. Terry exhaled deeply and prepared himself.

He can easily chop down mere slimes alone. Maybe he can clear out all the slimes underground without the need for other team members.

……

"The in vivo experiment begins."

Under the gaze of the boss and the young boss, the person in charge could not help but sweat break out on his forehead. He carefully put his sterilized hands into the two holes outside the observation room wall.

The equipment that fixed the limbs bounced off on its own, but the little guy who was no longer restrained still had no intention of moving.

Norman turned his head sharply, with an unquestionable severity in his tone.

The little white mouse that was still lying on the ground sickly suddenly became energetic and swooped over. Its petite body burst out with extremely unsuitable strength and suddenly got into the glass chamber where other white mice were waiting. Inside.

Under the influence of remote signal transmission, a mechanical drive arm accurately grabbed a newly synthesized injection, while the other mechanical arm opened the glass valve containing the mouse, and gently moved the The mouse, whose limbs had already been fixed, held down.

Three seconds after the injection, it seemed that because the robotic arm was released, the little guy who no longer felt threatened stopped shouting and lay there sickly without moving.

Norman Osborne couldn't help but approach the glass of the observation window, staring intently at the white mouse that was the first experimental recipient.

Before he finished speaking, due to the fact that the external remote control was completely removed, the previously closed glass gate opened again, and the cries of other mice came from the other spare receptor chamber.

In order to observe the most direct impact of the genetic agent, which was also Norman's request, the poor little guy did not inhale the anesthetic gas in advance.

The person in charge still didn't dare to move, his hands still pressed into the remote control ring, and a layer of fog appeared on the thick glass lens.

After all the white rats died, the white rat that was almost starved and shriveled up lay on the corpses of other white rats without any scruples and began to feast.

"Genetic modification is a fairly energy-intensive process, maybe we could try adding some glucose solution and albumin supplements next time?"

The person in charge was so frightened that he took out his hands, lowered his head, and rolled his eyes in a circle: "Well, this is a living experiment after all, and only with sufficient rigor..."

I saw that the little white mouse injected with the drug seemed to suddenly transform into a new species, and bit the remaining four ordinary white mice to death in an extremely brutal way. The tearing and spattering blood was thickly smeared on the glass wall. A thick layer.

Amid the faint cry, the light green injection was slowly pushed into the mouse's butt.

Norman frowned: "What's going on?"

Then some people's suppressed exclamations came from the laboratory.

However, there was a change visible to the naked eye, that is, the mouse's abdomen suddenly shriveled up while breathing quietly, and clear rib marks were even drawn on the white fur.

"Next time? You know I said last time that I hate hearing this word the most!"

Everyone looked at this scene blankly. Even Norman frowned. After observing quietly for a few seconds, he asked casually.

"What's happening here?"

The person in charge actually breathed a sigh of relief at this time: "Replenish energy. It seems that the genetic medicine modified with that unknown creature is more powerful than we calculated - rats can eat the same kind." No. Knowing what kind of changes had taken place in that little belly, after eating three white rats in a row, the recipient white rat slowed down its eating speed and nibbled slowly, and the previously dry belly finally swelled. stand up.

Norman finally smiled.

He strode to the other corresponding observation window, waved to his son, and muttered excitedly.

"Look, what a strong and lovable little guy, how full of life he is now compared to his almost dead appearance before!"

Harry watched from a distance with a pale face, reluctant to take any steps.

But the white mouse in the glass barn slowly stopped gnawing, turned its direction, and pointed at Norman's finger stretched out towards it.

A hint of violence that humans couldn't detect flashed through his small black eyes, and then he suddenly exerted force on his limbs.

"Boom!"

Norman, who was still looking back to greet Harry, was startled. When he looked back, he saw the white mouse lying on the glass panel with its arms stretched out.

But a small groove appeared on the bulletproof safety glass, and there were many more cracks around it.

Norman was overjoyed immediately, as if he didn't expect this genetic medicine to be so powerful: "Quickly, dissect this little thing, and then give me the compared experimental data!"

The person in charge also breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement.

Norman was quite satisfied with this, greeted Harry and left the laboratory again.

Just when the person in charge finally took off his gloves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then took off his glasses and picked up the corners of his clothes to slowly wipe them, a researcher with an extremely panicked expression ran over.

"Director, something's not right with Venom Slime!"

The person in charge was shocked when he heard this. He quickly put on his half-cleaned glasses and followed the researcher to another laboratory.

Venom Slime is the key to their ability to complete the final potion that Norman has been dreaming about. It can be said that anyone can make mistakes here, but not the Venom Slime.

"What went wrong?"

"There is some regular change in the core of research sample No. 1! It looks like a mouse!"

When the person in charge finally saw the No. 1 sample previously shown to the Osbornes, a boundless fear suddenly gripped his heart.

I saw that the core of the slime, which originally had to be stimulated by electric shock to react, was slowly transforming into the form of a mouse.

But they had only fed that thing synthetic protein from beginning to end. Where did it get the mouse's genes?

An extremely unscientific and terrifying conjecture suddenly emerged.

"This kind of fusion organism can communicate across spatial dimensions in some form that we cannot understand. Even if only the extracted genetic sample comes into contact with other organisms, all other individuals can share new genetic information?!"

After completely transforming into the appearance of a mouse, the venom core slowly returned to its spherical shape. But within two seconds, the venom sphere actually separated into two sizes like a gourd, and struggled as if it wanted to change. Become another person.

After repeatedly failing to condense and collapse like a roly-poly, the venom core seemed to finally give up, but then, eight sharp claws slowly grew out of the large core.

The person in charge looked at it for a long time, sweating profusely, and finally understood what this thing wanted to look like.

"Where did its spider genes come from?!"

(End of this chapter)