The night before the promotion

Chapter 77 Immortal
After that, the two said no more and continued to move forward, as if they were moving from the bow to the stern of the ship.

Along the way, huge facilities that looked like animal farms kept appearing in front of Zhou Si's eyes. The scene was weird and frightening.

Countless figures lay neatly on the cold iron chairs, their bodies forced flat, their skin a sickly pale color, as if life had quietly slipped away from them.

Among these figures, some were incomplete with twisted and deformed limbs; some were covered with shocking wounds and dense needle holes.

Zhou Si found it difficult to tell whether they were still breathing, where they came from, and what they had experienced.

What was even more horrifying was that they were wearing iron cage-like helmets on their heads, tightly wrapping their skulls, leaving only a pair of empty eyes staring helplessly at the ceiling.

The dense cables extending from the helmet were like tangled vines, entwined and twisted with each other, forming an intricate network that spread to the ceiling and finally converged into a giant device inverted above everyone's head.

"We call this place the Land of Ascension."

When talking about this, Huo Daochuan's expression became unexpectedly high, full of anticipation and joy.

"When we perfect the technology of feathering, all patients with Lishi disease will be fully upgraded here, with the help of this huge facility."

Huo Daochuan said happily, "We will upload ourselves to the cyber world, free ourselves from the torture of weak bodies and dissociative disease, and become a higher life form."

Zhou Si looked at the sleeping figures sadly and whispered, "It sounds no different from those secular religions."

Huo Daochuan emphasized, "This is not religion, this is a real miracle!"

Zhou Si laughed even louder, "Miracle? So has someone really become an immortal?"

"We are still trying," Huo Daochuan said viciously, "As long as we have you, Doctor Zhou, we can complete the final test data."

"We are not some evil cult or lunatics. Not only will we not harm you, on the contrary, we will take you to upgrade and embark on the path to immortality."

In response to Huo Daochuan's words, Zhou Si just laughed.

Huo Daochuan took a deep breath. He knew Zhou Si’s stubbornness, and he also understood that his words could not influence Zhou Si in the slightest.

"Since you are so stubborn, let him comfort you."

He said, quickening his pace.

Zhou Si asked alertly, "Who?"

"Our mentor, but you should be more familiar with his other name."

Huo Daochuan's voice sounded like a ghost, coming from behind Zhou Si.

"Tiger."

The moment he heard the name, Zhou Si's muscles instinctively tensed up, and the anger rising from the bottom of his heart boiled and burned, like a big fire cooking his heart.

Zhou Si tried to calm himself down, "At first, I thought you were Shanjun."

Huo Daochuan said, "But you gave up the idea."

"Yes, you are a little reserved, like a vast blue-gray," Zhou Si commented, "but Tiger Jun is different, he is wildly colorful."

“Interesting way to review it.”

Huo Daochuan took Zhou Si into the elevator. After a short ascent, Zhou Si was finally pushed into an office.

The office is decorated extremely elegantly, just like a golden dreamland, exuding an atmosphere of luxury and exaggeration everywhere.

The walls are covered with precious medieval oil paintings, and overhead hangs a small and delicate crystal chandelier, swaying gently with the swaying of the ship.

The record player was quietly placed in a corner, as if deliberately to welcome Zhou Si's arrival, still playing Dvorak's "Humoresque". The familiar melody carried a hint of teasing, which made Zhou Si feel only shame and resentment.

After entering the office, Huo Daochuan stood quietly aside, like a sculpted guard. In the other corner of the office, there were three human-shaped avatars, whose indicator lights remained on and in the startup state.

Zhou Si sat in a wheelchair, looking at the man buried in the documents. The man slowly raised his head. He was similar to the "Mountain King" in Zhou Si's memory, but this familiar face was undoubtedly much older and more aged.

"Nice to meet you again, Dr. Zhou."

The tiger laughed, and the wrinkles on his face squeezed together like a rugged ravine.

"This is the first time we meet in real life. Well... it feels good to observe you with my naked eyes. You seem more flesh and blood."

Zhou Si remained silent. He had nothing to say to the tiger, and he did not want to reveal anything before finding out the tiger's true purpose.

But Shanju's next words disrupted Zhou Si's preparations and caught him off guard.

"Doctor Zhou, please join us."

Shanjun suddenly invited, "With your knowledge and power, we can further improve the feathering technology and sell it to others at a high price."

Zhou Si looked at the tiger expressionlessly, but from the corner of his eye, he could see that Huo Daochuan also looked shocked, as if he had not expected that the tiger would say such a thing.

Zhou Si asked, "Are you not planning to become an immortal?"

Shanjun shook his head helplessly and said, "Didn't I tell you that night?"

"What's the point of becoming an immortal for people like us who are full of desires? It's too boring. It's better to sell it to those who are eager for it."

An abominable smile appeared on his face, revealing his metal dentures. "At least I won't give up my desires so easily before my body reaches its limit."

Huo Daochuan interrupted the conversation and looked at Shan Jun in disbelief, as if he was facing a stranger.

"Is this the order of the Immortal? But shouldn't the Immortal pursue success..."

"Shangxian?"

Shanju interrupted Huo Daochuan and asked, "You are so naive, Huo Daochuan. It has been a long time since we received an order from the immortal... Haven't you watched the news?"

Zhou Si's gaze wandered back and forth between Shan Jun and Huo Daochuan. He didn't know what had happened for the time being, but what was certain was that Huo Daochuan and Shan Jun had a disagreement, and he decided to seize this opportunity.

"What are you arguing about?"

Zhou Si raised the volume slightly to ensure that his hoarse voice could be clearly heard by them.

The tiger's gaze returned to Zhou Si, his expression becoming more sinister and evil. If it weren't for the limitation of his body functions, Zhou Si really wanted to stand up immediately, punch him hard in the face, and then break the tiger's throat.

Unfortunately, Zhou Si couldn't do it. It was even difficult for him to stand up. If it weren't for the pain pump hanging on his body, Zhou Si might have found it difficult to even stay conscious.

"Doctor Zhou, I won't hide anything from you. Let's be more honest with each other."

Shanjun walked out from behind the desk. He was not tall, even a little short. His legs were completely amputated at the knees, and he relied on mechanical prosthetic limbs to stand and walk.

He came to Zhou Si and asked curiously.

"Doctor Zhou, although I control Cloud City, I am not the master of this huge organization. Above me, there is a being called the Supreme Immortal. He is the real boss behind the scenes."

The tiger's voice lingered in Zhou Si's ears, like a spell floating from a dark cave.

"That mysterious immortal has great powers. No matter what I need, he can satisfy me immediately. Moreover, he has been constantly improving this miraculous transformation technique over the years... Guess, Doctor Zhou, who do you think the immortal's true identity is?"

The fragmented clues entangled together into a thin and fuzzy line, which aroused Zhou Si's suspicions and assumptions hidden deep in his heart.

Zhou Si said without hesitation.

"Chen Wen Ge."

(End of this chapter)