The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

And from the outside, that was indeed the case. The man's torso and limbs were covered with various wounds, some healed, some scabbed over, and some still bleeding.

His skin was covered in countless spots, making him look like a patchwork.

"Gulu——"

As they tore at each other, blood gushed from the still-unhealed wounds, staining the arms of the two Fools bright red.

Even so, the two Fools showed no mercy. They roughly tore at and dragged the battered, skinny boy before them.

After a brief standoff, the two Fools seemed to understand something. They very consciously lowered the test subject's thighs, letting him curl up in a ball near the steel pipe.

"Sir, he seems to be..."

“I understand!” The doctor’s eyes gleamed, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"A mixture of No. 65 grinding powder, No. 34 medicine, No. 56 subcutaneous injection solution, and No. 21 stimulant, taken for three weeks, can significantly enhance strength..."

The doctor was excitedly muttering something when he noticed the bright red mark on the test subject's thigh. The wound that had just been torn open had healed in such a short time.

So he laughed even harder.

"Perhaps we should also add the ability to significantly enhance self-healing capabilities..."

"Report to the higher-ups that we have developed another drug combination to enhance our capabilities."

"Have the logistics department increase the supply of those medicines, and also send over a hundred new test subjects!"

The doctor turned to the recorder behind him and gave a series of instructions. He needed to determine whether the effects of the drug could be replicated on a large scale.

If possible, the Fatui's strength will leap forward, and he might be able to climb to a higher position as a result.

"Hahaha!" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter was so arrogant that it made the experimental subject in the cage tremble even more violently.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about you, the great contributor." After laughing, the doctor turned his attention back to the test subject.

Seeing him tuck his head into his arms, curled up like a hairless hedgehog at a loss, the doctor couldn't help but frown.

"Come out yourself!" the doctor snapped in a menacing tone.

The trembling man didn't reply; he simply hugged his arms tighter. Even being beaten to death here was infinitely better than going out and becoming a monster.

"Okay." The doctor nodded, then gave the order to the debt collector standing beside him:

“Cut off both of his hands.”

"clear."

Without the slightest hesitation, the debt collector bent down and entered the cramped cell. He didn't even bother with invisibility; dealing with these experimental subjects, who were weaker than ordinary people, was completely unnecessary.

"Let me go...let me go...I didn't do anything wrong..."

Hearing the approaching footsteps, the man huddled in a ball was terrified. His voice was hoarse and filled with sobs.

But the debt collector had heard this sound countless times, and he was already indifferent to it.

The debt collector reached out and grasped the experimental subject's stick-like arm, but as soon as he touched it, the subject began to struggle violently.

"Let me go!!! I'm not going out!!! I'm not going out!!!"

After reaching the extreme of fear, hysterical madness ensued. The man's thin limbs thrashed about incessantly, hoping to change his fate.

And he did indeed change.

"boom!!!"

The corpse, missing half its head, lay at the test subject's feet. Its pupils trembled as it stared at its arm, which was covered in a sticky, viscous mixture of red and white.

Do you want to go out now, Zion?

Unfamiliar words echoed in his mind, and what brought tears to Tzin's eyes even more was that this person called out the name he had lost for so long.

It wasn't that cold, impersonal number, but rather the "Zen" that friends and family used to call out to them.

But now they...

Tzin clenched his fist in a daze. He picked up the hunting knife that had fallen to the ground, and with a gentle squeeze, the blade bent down.

He seems to have... gained great power?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Tzin laughed. His whole body was trembling. Beneath his disheveled appearance were red eyes.

The more fear he had before, the more resentment he now felt—no… perhaps even more resentment than fear.

Imprisoned for years, he finally had the chance to rebel. In just a few breaths, countless images of revenge flashed through Tzin's mind, each one filling him with immense excitement.

The feeling of hatred coursing through your body is indeed unforgettable, but before you are consumed by hatred, I suggest you look around you.

The voice in his mind rang again, and Tzin lowered his gaze, only to find a bright glass bead that had appeared beside him at some point.

The glass bead was jet black, but its exterior was tightly encased in a fiery red outline. Now, the glass bead flickered with firelight, emitting waves of warm heat.

[Did you see that, Czerny?]

"God...the Eye of God..."

With his face covered in blood, Tzin grabbed the glass bead beside him, feeling the strength and warmth against his chest. Tears mixed with blood dripped down Tzin's face.

He once had unwavering faith in the gods, because legend has it that when a person's desire is incredibly strong, the gods will cast their gaze upon him.

Later, Zion stopped believing it, because here he had witnessed countless intense desires, the will to survive that each experimental subject had when they were dragged out.

Zion didn't think anyone's desire was stronger than theirs. This place was all steel, and they were weaker than normal children.

Even so, those who were dying still left their hideous claw marks on the steel.

From beginning to end, no god was willing to even glance at them, as if they were born to crouch in a dark corner and be trampled upon.

Chapter 745 The Power of Being Human

2024-06-28

"The Eye of God... Why... would God... see me..."

"boom!"

Tzen lowered his head and muttered to himself, but suddenly a burst of flame shot out from the Eye of God in his hand and rushed forward.

"Boom!"

Two charred corpses lay on the ground; they had intended to kill Tseren.

"Damn it, activate the emergency plan immediately! A test subject has gained the Eye of God!!!"

"Damn it! Didn't the Doctor say they couldn't possibly have the Eye of God?!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Get reinforcements here immediately!!!"

……

Upon seeing this, the doctor and the others panicked and ran out of the area. But none of this mattered to Zion; he didn't understand what they were shouting about, and only felt annoyed.

He looked up and saw two charred corpses lying in front of him. This Eye of God had saved him twice already.

Zion no longer had any doubts; he understood that this was not a dream, and the Eye of God was indeed his. Zion looked at his body, which was completely naked, so he simply tore open his wound and stuffed the Eye of God into his flesh.

Reaching out, Tzin broke off the corpse's arm and opened his mouth, intending to put it in his mouth.

But the rising heat within him stopped him from moving. Looking to the side, he saw that the Eye of God, which he had previously inserted into his body, was now pressed tightly against his skin, and the previous wound had vanished without a trace.

The flames outside the Eye of God burned even more fiercely, to the point that Tzin could no longer ignore them.

Hehehe, it seems God wants you to be a human, not a beast.

The voice in his mind rang out again, causing Tzin to pause in his actions.

Yes, how could a person eat their own kind?

But not long after saying that, the voice in my mind rang out again.

Perhaps you should let yourself vent for a day?

The voice was seductive, and gradually, Tsering felt the heat around his waist dissipate. Unbeknownst to him, the darkness framed by the flames within the Eye of God had extended its tentacles, slowly eroding the flames.

Kozin was completely unaware of this. He sat blankly on the ground, the smell of blood mixed with the lingering disinfectant, which was nauseating.

He recalled the few colorful images in his memory, when Tzin was not very old, living a life that was neither good nor bad, and had a few friends.

At that time, he could never have imagined that such ordinary moments would become the treasure he would later dream of.

Flames, masked men, blood, and finally, a cage...

"I don't want to be anyone... I want to trample those masked people into mud, I want to crush them bit by bit, I want to eat them..."

Tzin's voice sounded like a beast suppressing its rage; his pupils trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"boom!"

A loud crash interrupted Tzin's thoughts. He looked up and saw that the steel prison door in front of him had been torn apart.

"As expected... he also has the Eye of God."

The newcomers were not the group of masked people, but experimental subjects covered in wounds, just like him.

However, unlike when they were completely naked, they were all wearing large white robes.

This white robe is different from the ones worn by the researchers. It's more like a piece of cloth that simply covers the body than clothing.

Perhaps the people here despise the doctor's robes that only get stained with blood.

Tzin was stunned. He hadn't spoken to anyone for many years, and his face showed nothing but confusion.

"Hmm... it's not good to be naked. Chelsea, help him get dressed."

"Coming!"

Behind the group, a girl with bandages wrapped around her face ran over carrying a large bundle of cloth.

"Come here, let me teach you how to wrap yourself around comfortably."

Despite that's what they say, it was actually just Chelsea who was tugging at Zion.

A girl and a boy, one of whom was completely naked. However, neither of them seemed embarrassed.