The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Fear has long dominated their emotions, making it difficult for other emotions to be activated.

"Huh? Your Eye of God is amazing, it's all black! I thought the outer outline would only be fiery red!"

Chelsea was utterly astonished when she saw the jet-black Eye of God affixed to Zion's skin. She lifted the white cloth covering her own body, revealing a fiery red Eye of God on her equally scarred skin.

Not only was its outer outline fiery red, but its interior and exterior were also a burning fire.

The girl's words startled Tzin. He turned to look at the busy girl beside him, then looked up at the others who were opening the cages. Some of the crimson in his eyes faded.

"No... that's not it... look... the outside of my Eye of God... is also fiery red."

Zion held his Eye of God up to Chelsea's eyes, and flames reignited on the once-black Eye of God. The flames drove back the darkness, restoring it to calm.

"That's true! In that case, the outlines of everyone's Eye of God all seem to be the same!"

"Could it be that the same god is watching us?" Perhaps it was her natural optimism, or perhaps it was because she had only been captured here for a short time, but Chelsea's expressions were much richer and more lively than Tzin's.

"It should be...it should be."

[I'm not a god, I'm asking you if I am a god or not... Shut up, you just go out and bewitch people whenever you have free time, right... Stop hitting me, I was wrong...]

The voice in Tzin's mind gradually faded, but he had a strange feeling that the voice just now seemed to have come from two gods.

Can the Eye of God be distributed by two gods together?

Zion didn't quite understand, but he felt that the two gods must have a good relationship.

So, Zahn stretched out his palm—he decided to learn from the god in his mind.

"Hello, my name is... Czerny."

"Chelsey, but now is not the time to make friends, at least not after we escape, right?"

Chelsea stood up and extended her palm toward Zion.

"Then... after we escape... we can be friends again!"

Tzin grasped Chelsea's hand firmly and nodded emphatically.

……

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the cold, cramped underground laboratory, flames and explosions rose and fell. The protective measures built at the expense of countless funds and materials of the Fools were utterly ineffective under the violent explosions.

"Quickly! Hurry up and put these away."

In a data room, lab technicians are quickly organizing and storing the data in the laboratory.

If experimental instruments can be measured in monetary terms, then the words written on paper and the data recorded in media are priceless treasures.

Escorted by two squads of Fools soldiers, the experimenters carefully ran along the path toward the laboratory exit.

All that could be seen along the way was devastation. The steel bars of the prison doors had been torn apart by brute force, and flames and charred remains were a constant feature of the journey.

The dimly lit corridor was covered in blood and bits of flesh, with mangled limbs lying limply on the ground.

The fleeing group grew increasingly pale, experiencing for the first time the same suffocating and despair they had felt as the experimental subjects here before.

We're almost there!

The people at the top saw the tightly closed laboratory door and their faces lit up with elation.

"So this is the exit?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out from above. The Fools looked up and saw that the streetlights on the ceiling had become brighter.

"call……"

The stark white light turned yellow, then red, and finally black...

"what--"

"laugh--"

Screams rose and fell, accompanied by the sizzling sound of boiling oil. As soon as they were exposed to the yellow light, grotesque burn marks appeared on their skin, as if someone were pressing them against a red-hot iron.

But the physical pain was secondary; what the fools could not bear was the mental anguish.

Spinning, madness, destruction, and excruciating pain ripped through their minds. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and so their eyes rotted away.

Orange-yellow, foul-smelling, scalding pustules flowed from the eyes of the fools.

Gradually, their heads shriveled up, because there was nothing left for them to fester.

Chapter 746 Killing

2024-06-29

"Have you found the exit?"

"Found it, shall we go out now?"

In a corner of the honeycomb-like laboratory, a group of experimental subjects wrapped in white sheets were discussing whether or not to go out now.

Their feet were stained with blood, but the blood was not theirs; it belonged to the Fools on the ground.

Whether guards or civilian staff, their deaths were all extremely gruesome. It seemed they had all experienced brutal retribution before their deaths.

"Shall we go out...?"

Upon hearing that the exit had been found, everyone fell silent. Logically, now that they were only one step away from their long-desired freedom, they should have done everything in their power to run out.

However, they always felt empty inside after running away like that.

One of them glanced up at the bottles and jars in the room filled with green preservative solution.

Various twisted "monsters" floated in the green liquid. But they shouldn't have looked like that; several of them had familiar faces.

As if he had remembered something, his expression instantly turned sinister.

"No...I won't go out. I'm going to kill everyone here!"

The man turned his head, then left the room and headed deeper into the underground laboratory.

His words seemed to awaken these experimental subjects who had just gained themselves and their powers. Yes, now that they had finally obtained the power to crush their abusers, how could they possibly let the abusers live peacefully?

"Wait! It's too dangerous for you to go alone! Count me in!"

"Me too! I want to personally kill everyone here, especially that Hernandez!"

"No! Killing them all isn't enough, I'm going to destroy this place too!"

……

Like a spark falling into a dry pile of firewood, the resentment and anger that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts for a long time were instantly ignited.

Wherever they went, fires raged. Countless things, whether cheap or precious, were reduced to ashes.

But for these people who have nothing left, the so-called "cheap" and "precious" are just the standards of the fools themselves.

What they want to do is not show pity, but destruction! Destroy everything they see that is related to the Fools!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Flames shot into the sky, and the showerhead on the ceiling, which had just been turned on, was destroyed by a new explosion before it could even spray water to extinguish the fire.

Moreover, this scene didn't just occur in one place, but in every corner of this enormous laboratory.

Riots broke out wherever experimental subjects were being held. The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the guards inside the laboratory.

The battle intensified, with shouts of battle and explosions filling the air, turning the entire laboratory into a brutal battlefield.

Soon, the advancing group was stopped by the fully armed Fools.

On one side were emaciated experimental subjects, their bodies covered only by white cloths; on the other side were the Fools' soldiers, their elemental power surging, ready for battle.

Surprisingly, it was the Fools' soldiers who were afraid.

The arriving guards intercepted the rioting experimental subjects, and the first thing that caught their eye was the other fools whose hands were cut in half.

The man didn't seem to be dead yet; his protruding internal organs were pulsating as if he were breathing. However, he made no sound—his neck was being tightly strangled.

"Crack!"

The sound of the spine breaking was crisp and clear, and then the ashen-faced half-corpse was thrown in front of the arriving guards.

Those desperate eyes and bulging veins spoke volumes about the fear he felt before his death.

The blood-stained white cloth, the corpse torn in half, and the desperate look in their eyes—these transformed into slaps that struck the faces of the guards.

The garrison was in turmoil, and many of them showed fear on their faces.

"Scared? I don't think you should be. You're holding me down, and the scene of someone cutting open my stomach should be similar, right? Why aren't you scared?"

The man wrapped in white cloth lifted his stomach, revealing a gruesome gash that looked almost like he had been cut in half at the waist.

The commotion among the defenders intensified, but just then, the officer at the front shouted a rebuke:

"Quiet!!!"

The noise immediately subsided, with only faint sounds of explosions reaching us from an unknown distance.

The officer felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the escaped test subjects. It wasn't just because of their brutality, but also because of their strength.

Within the white cloth, countless lights shimmered, their sheer number exceeding anything the officer had ever witnessed in his life.

He suddenly had an absurd thought—could it be that all the test subjects here have gained divine vision? Otherwise, how could the heavily guarded laboratory be surrounded by enemies in an instant?

Suppressing his unease, the officer composed himself and offered what he believed to be a friendly smile:

"You have the Eye of God? That's good. Perhaps you could try joining the Fatui. With the Eye of God, you can at least become a squadron leader."

"Wealth, status, beautiful women... these are all readily available. More importantly, everything you do now can be forgiven in the past."

The officer spoke slowly and persuasively to the crowd, his tone full of enticement. It seemed that if they simply nodded, the promised rewards would immediately appear before them.

"No, God tells us to become human."

"Do you even consider yourselves human?!"

"what--"

A cry of pain suddenly rang out from the middle of the crowd, and after the light distorted, several invisible debt collectors knelt on the ground.

Something that didn't belong to them grew on their bodies—clumps of red and white fungi.