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Chapter 160 The Death of Gongping (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

After that, Gongping's life became an endless cycle of hell.

Reality?

The reality is that he undergoes special training beyond human limits with four purple, muscular muscular men.

Each time, the strong arms of the superhuman instructors would press him onto all sorts of unbelievable machines.

Or when asked to engage in resonance exercises with Ah Shui that require extremely high flexibility and endurance.

The intense pain made him wish he could faint immediately.

But he dared not faint.

Because dreams are even more fucking terrifying!
Whenever my consciousness becomes slightly hazy, I see Miss Ruri's pure and flawless face before my eyes.

Then she would unleash the Armored Shell that had mastered Armament Haki to its fullest extent, and say with a sweet smile.

"Little Banban, shall we do something to make you stronger? Next up is a special battle training session tailored just for you!"

Then came the excruciating, soul-shattering pain of being crushed by the shells.

Or he'd fall straight into that familiar octagonal cage, where the four grinning faces of Muscle Head Four would fill his entire field of vision.

The deafening chants of "Squat! Deadlift! Protein powder!" were like the death knell of hell.

Four enormous syringes filled with steroids were inserted into his body, searching for unexpected injection sites.

"Hahahaha, hohohoho—"

They were laughing wildly, their laughter so loud it felt like his eardrums were about to burst, as if mocking his fragility and futile struggle as a "human being".

What is 1000 minus 7?!

Whenever his consciousness begins to blur in excruciating pain or fear, and he is about to fall into an even more terrible nightmare, Gongping will let out a beast-like roar in his heart.

He tried to use this only anchor point he could grasp to firmly hold onto his crumbling sanity.

"993! 986! 979! 972...!"

Numbers, like incantations, struggle to navigate the chaotic storm of consciousness, serving as the last bulwark against utter depravity.

Reality is already hell, but in dreams, it is the ultimate insult that even hell would shy away from.

Day after day, Akromma received a steady stream of orders and generous rewards from that mysterious woman of the Mystic Realm.

Gongping's body became an open experimental field, enduring all sorts of strange and bizarre experiments.

The laboratory echoed with incoherent screams and incomprehensible murmurs of minus 7.

Akromar's eyes, behind his lenses, gleamed with the light of scientific research, and he occasionally muttered to himself.

"Hmm, this 'despair threshold' data is very valuable; it could be published in a top journal. Send the data from the previous multi-person mobile collision experiment to that Sinnoh woman, and ask her for more funding..."

Under such repeated torment that pushed his physical and mental limits, Gongping's originally jet-black hair, as if soaked in frost and snow, faded away at a visible speed, turning completely white.

The face in the mirror was haggard and numb, with sunken eye sockets and endless weariness and confusion in the depths of its pupils.

He felt like an overused, broken doll, every part of his body groaning under the strain.

Consciousness is like a candle flickering in the wind, and it could be extinguished completely at any moment.

"Why...why me?!"

When Gongping was once again brought to the brink of death, he let out a blood-curdling roar from within.

What did he do wrong? He just wanted to be Miss Liuli's dazzling spot! He just wanted to be a dream-challenged overlord!
Why am I tied up here and being subjected to special training by four incredibly strong men?!
A profound sense of injustice and resentment gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

He hadn't intentionally harmed or plundered anything; he was just living a lowly life like a rat in a gutter, yearning for a glimmer of illusory light.

Why must they endure this endless suffering that far exceeds their sins?

Who is manipulating this cruel fate?

Despair, like an icy tide, repeatedly overwhelmed him.

On the verge of losing consciousness, the figure in the bright red suit would always unexpectedly intrude into his mind.

The man with the frivolous smile on his lips, yet who always managed to pull him out of dire straits in unbelievable ways—Mr. Mo Zhen.

Like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, he prayed and called out in his heart again and again, hoping that the red color could tear through the boundless darkness once more and save him like a god descending from heaven.

However, this time, the miracle did not happen.

The daily torment only brought deeper despair.

Expectations are like a stone thrown into an abyss, never even causing a ripple.

Mr. Mo Zhen... the man he once regarded as his savior, seems to have truly given up on him, this "hopeless case."

He felt abandoned by the whole world, like trash thrown into this cold laboratory.

Upon realizing this, Gongping finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's over, it's all over. Let consciousness sink away and never wake up again...

Just when he felt he had reached the breaking point, his consciousness was about to shatter and dissipate completely, and even the number "993" was about to be lost—

【squeak--】

A faint, cold hiss, accompanied by the grinding sound of a rodent's teeth, suddenly rang out from the depths of his chaotic mind.

The sound didn't sound like a human; it sounded more like a...mouse?

Gong Ping's remaining consciousness trembled violently, and an indescribable chill instantly gripped him.

He questioned in his mind with horror.

Who?! What's in my head?!

That hoarse, inhuman voice rang out again, carrying a strange calm and a sense of entitlement.

[Squeak...squeak...Little Rattata...I'm Little Rattata...Little Rattata, specially used for experiments...squeak...]

[A small Rattata?]

Gongping's consciousness screamed in terror; the absurd answer sent a chill down his spine.

【Why are you in my mind?!】 The voice carried a sense of detached indifference.

[Squeak? Because I am you, Gongping... no, that's not right, I'm Rattata. To be precise, you are Rattata. Squeak squeak... an experimental Rattata. Have you forgotten? We are born in cages, born to be experimented on.]

[Bullshit! I'm human! My name is Gongping! I'm not some little Rattata!]

Gong Ping roared on a spiritual level, refusing to accept this absurd rambling.

[Squeak...Are you in great pain? You're in pain because you can't see the truth.]

The voice continued, carrying a cruel, all-knowing quality.

[You are not human, you never have been. Gongping? That's an illusion Dr. Akromma implanted in you, part of an experiment. The pain, humiliation, and despair you feel now... are all because you can't accept this truth.]

Gong Ping's entire world seemed to be shattered by these words, and his values ​​collapsed instantly.

"I am... Little Rattata?"

"Was I born... to do experiments?"

"Gongping...is it fake? Is it an illusion created by Akromma?"

"Is the pain... because I refuse to accept the truth?"

Yes... Accept it... The pain will disappear... This is the truth... You are using your weak human emotions to resist your duty as an 'experimental Rattata.' Squeak... Accept it, accept the fact that you are just a Rattata... Squeak... Then the pain will naturally disappear.

yes……

If I'm just experimenting with Rada...

When the identity of "Experimental Little Rada" was forcibly imposed on his perception like a bodysuit, a strange and extremely liberating feeling actually appeared.

The pain, humiliation, and despair inflicted on "Gongping" seem to become a matter of course, or even part of the job, for an "experimental little Rada".

After all, isn't it perfectly natural for lab mice to be injected and dissected?

Only when you try to be a "human" will you feel that this life is unbearable.

The will to "share the same ground," that last bit of human struggle and dignity, utterly succumbed to this cold and "rational" logic.

Those humiliations, fears, resentments, obsessive love for Liuli, longing for Mozhen, and anger at unjust fate that belong to the concept of "human equality"...

These heavy emotions, which were almost crushing him, seemed to be stripped away and emptied in an instant.

In order to protect himself from the unbearable pain, Gongping willingly embraced the inhuman identity of "Experimental Rada".

In reality, Gongping, who was pressed against a vibrating instrument by a strange force, unconsciously let out a faint hiss, similar to that of a mouse.

The fear and struggle that belonged to "Gongping" in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a numbness that was almost dull and submissive.

It has awakened.

It is no longer a human commons, but an experimental little Rada.

It completely negated and covered up that weak, painful old personality called "Gongping".

Its eyes became empty and sharp, devoid of any human emotions.

Its behavior began to mimic that of rodents, often unconsciously curling up in a corner and making soft "squeaks." Its response to human commands became direct and "efficient"—focusing on completing the experimental requirements and no longer thinking about the meaning.

It has forgotten everything that the name "Gongping" represents.

It loved the cold lab bench, the hum of the data-recording instruments, and Dr. Akromma's white coat that represented "science" and "order".

It loves science!
It loves its older brother!
Akroma keenly observed this astonishing change.

Overjoyed, he packaged up these observational data, especially the detailed report on personality splitting and cognitive remodeling, and sent it to the generous Sinnoh female scholar.

Soon, another generous bonus arrived in his account.

On this day, he unusually walked up to "Little Rada of the Experiment," who was slumped in the corner with a vacant look in his eyes, pushed up his glasses with his fingertips, and a kind light flashed across the lenses.

“Well done, little Rada. Your performance was outstanding, a remarkable contribution to scientific progress. As a reward…”

He paused, seemingly considering his words, and finally chose the words that would best reassure the experimental animals.

"You are now permitted to have sweet dreams. This is your well-deserved 'scientific blessing'."

"squeak!"

For the first time, a faint glimmer of light appeared in the dull eyes of the experimental little Rada—not hope, but a humble joy of being recognized and flattered.

[Squeak! Thank you, Doctor! Squeak squeak! I love science! I love Big Brother!]

It completely forgot the human identity of "Gongping" and the man in the red suit.

Now, its world consists only of the cold lab bench, the purple-skinned mentor, and the occasional "dream" time bestowed by the doctor.

As an experimental Rattata, it was quite content.

As for Ah Shui...

Oh, that otter actually benefited from the misfortune.

The high-quality protein, forcibly injected through unforeseen means, was greedily absorbed by its chronically malnourished body, like rain after a long drought.

Its body swelled up like an inflating balloon, its blue fur stretched until it shone, and its originally skinny body became a round, chubby, unshaven ball of flesh, with the shells on its belly almost completely submerged in fat.

It now looks more like a Michelin tire spirit with an otter's head, with equally dull eyes, and spends its days making meaningless whimpering noises.

Akroma was very satisfied with this and nodded as he flipped through the information sent from the Johto region.

"Hmm, round face, stubble, plump figure... This is exactly the standard physique that someone at the Great Perfection realm should have! The experiment was a great success!"

Time slips away in this absurd, numb, protein-scented cycle.

The experimental little Rada had become accustomed to its rat life. It thought that this was how it would be, as experimental subject number 114514, dedicating everything to science until its life was burned out.

Until then...

[Together...]

As the voice rang out, a blinding light pierced through the gloom of the sewers, and the man reappeared like the sun, illuminating the entire world.

At that moment, the sewer rat once again remembered its human identity...

(End of this chapter)