Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

In the dim light of Room 101, Wen Yan slowly opened his eyes.

Just now, Xu Suyuan's soul seed awakened, and a brand new soul connection was established.

This connection was much thinner than Chen Guohua's, yet it possessed a resilience like seaweed, as if it would never break no matter how much it was pulled.

A faint but continuous life force is slowly nourishing Wen Yan's body through this connection.

It felt like a tiny spring had opened in a parched, cracked field of the heart.

Although not much "water" flowed out, it made each heartbeat easier, and the ever-present feeling of suffocation subsided a little.

More importantly, in his sea of ​​consciousness, next to the two crimson marks of [Life Burning] and [Life Blooming], a brand new point of light appeared.

The light spot had a deep blue-purple hue, as if it were a reflection of the deepest space, containing a rhythm that could distort reality.

[Void Travel].

Almost as soon as the mark was formed, Wen Yan understood its full function.

To make the body ethereal and penetrate matter.

This is a perfect ability for infiltration and escape.

The moment Wen Yan's thoughts touched that mark, a strong sense of resonance surged through the soul connection.

That was the fragmented echo of Xu Suyuan's intense obsession and sensory experience before her death when her abilities awakened.

Suddenly, scenes that didn't belong to Wen Yan flashed before his eyes—

A pure white ceiling.

Below were various metal instruments with flashing red and green indicator lights, their surfaces reflecting her own face contorted in pain.

And at the edge of the field of vision, there's that huge one-way glass.

In my ears, there was a constant hum of equipment and a faint electronic sound of some kind of data recording.

This is a tightly monitored, enclosed space filled with a cold, technological feel.

A laboratory.

A deeper sense of vigilance flashed in Wen Yan's eyes.

This appears to be an underground organization researching the "link between specific emotions and physiological potential."

This organization's research direction is almost savagely touching the edge of the field catalyzed by the "Seed of the Soul".

Lacking the catalyst of the Seed of the Soul, they resorted to the most primitive and cruel scientific methods—pain, torture, and despair—in an attempt to extract possibilities beyond the norm from the limits of human endurance.

They haven't even touched the real core yet, but they've already proven that there are indeed forces in this world that are interested in "anomalies" and have invested enormous resources in systematic research on them.

This is far more dangerous than simply maintaining stability through official channels.

It seems that my "absolute concealment" strategy is not only about guarding against the authorities, but also about guarding against these greedy hyenas lurking beneath the surface.

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"Clang!"

A piercing metallic clang pulled Xu Suyuan's consciousness back to reality from the chaos.

She was roughly removed from the laboratory chair by two staff members in protective suits and thrown back into the small, dark cell like trash.

Besides her, there were two other girls in the prison.

They huddled in the corner, their eyes vacant, like puppets whose souls had long been taken away, unresponsive to anything in the outside world.

Xu Suyuan fell heavily onto the cold cement floor, feeling as if all the bones in her body had been broken.

She didn't move, but instead buried her face in her arms, curled up, and let out a weak, painful groan, perfectly playing the role of an experiment that had been completely destroyed.

However, beneath her tightly closed eyelids, her eyes were frighteningly clear.

All consciousness was immersed in the perception of that newly acquired ability.

She could "feel" that as long as she concentrated, she could make a part of her body "slide" into a strange state between existence and nothingness, thus passing through any wall in front of her.

She needs verification.

Quietly, she used all her strength to move her body a few centimeters so that her fingertips could touch the cement wall behind her.

The cold, rough texture of the wall traveled through my fingertips.

Xu Suyuan took a deep breath, concentrating all her remaining thoughts on her right index finger, and silently recited in her heart.

Go through...

Go through!

Imagine your fingers flowing through water, merging into this solid barrier.

However, the expected sense of penetration did not occur.

A strong wave of dizziness and exhaustion suddenly surged from the depths of her brain, causing her vision to go black and almost making her faint.

Her fingertips only felt an extremely faint "hollow" sensation, as if the density of the wall had decreased slightly for a moment, but the penetrating effect was almost negligible.

She immediately stopped trying and lay on the ground, panting.

Yes.

Today's experiment, which was nothing short of torture, almost completely drained her mental and physical strength.

At this moment, she was like a phone that had run out of battery; no matter how powerful its functions were, it couldn't be turned on.

She needs rest, she needs to recover, and she needs to gather enough strength to drive this hard-won hope.

"Not enough..."

"We need to wait, we need an opportunity."

Xu Suyuan clenched her fists tightly in the darkness.

"Grandma...wait for me."

Endless worry about her grandmother's plight and overwhelming hatred for the enemy who had caused it all burned within her, becoming the only fuel that sustained her through this period of dormancy.

"I'll go out."

"And then I will repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for the 'pain' you inflicted upon me!"

In the darkness, a dark yet resolute flame ignited in those eyes.

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Day two.

Morning Light Biomedical Laboratory, Basement Level 3, Area B, Group Observation Room.

This pure white cage, about fifty square meters in size, is the "screening workshop" of Morning Light Biotechnology.

The walls were smooth and spotless, and the ceiling was covered with cameras, watching everything inside.

Fear permeated the air like a viscous liquid, silently.

Xu Suyuan and five other girls huddled in the corners of the room.

After a night's rest, the physical and mental strength drained by torture has been restored.

She had previously tested her [Void Travel] ability again in secret:

It can now penetrate a solid cement wall about 10 centimeters thick with its entire forearm under high concentration and maintain this state for nearly 2 seconds.

The ability can be used normally, but it consumes a huge amount of resources.

She had to use this only hope at the most crucial moment.

Xu Suyuan's gaze fell on the alloy door on the right side of the observation room.

The door panel was estimated to be over 15 centimeters thick; it was the only exit from this cage.

At 9:00 a.m. sharp, the silence in the group observation room was broken.

The alloy door to the observation room slid open slightly amidst a low, mechanical hum.

Three agile adult vicious dogs ran in from there.

They all wore electric shock collars that flashed red light around their necks, drool dripped from their mouths, their muscles were tense, and their restless growls echoed in the pure white space.

The gates of hell have been opened.

"ah--!"

One girl broke down first, letting out a piercing scream, and crawled in the opposite direction on all fours.

The scream acted like a lit fuse, instantly igniting panic throughout the observation room.

The other girls screamed and scattered, running around like headless flies in the confined space.

In dire circumstances, the fragility and selfishness of human nature are laid bare.

In their struggle for what they considered a safe corner, they pushed and shoved each other. One petite girl was even violently pushed to the ground by her companions, rolling straight towards one of the approaching Dobermans.

The barking of dogs, the sounds of tearing and biting, and the even more piercing cries intertwined to create a nauseating symphony of a prison.

Xu Suyuan forced herself to calm down.

She curled up in the corner, shrinking her body to its smallest size to minimize her presence.

She observed that the three specially trained vicious dogs would prioritize attacking targets that moved the most violently and screamed the loudest.

Chaos was her best cover.

Using the visual obstruction created by the dogs lunging at other test subjects, she quietly moved towards the alloy door.