Wizards pursue the truth

Wang Dazhuang leaned against the wall, holding the small-caliber pistol, aimed it at the door directly in front of him, squinted his eyes, and pretended to doze off, feeling a little tired.

However, he remained vigilant, placing some fragile items on the doorknob so that the imprisoned experimental subjects would wake him if they tried to leave.

Indiscriminate shooting will teach these guys what justice and righteousness are.

The next moment, his eyes snapped open, his face filled with disbelief.

"The mission rules have changed."

He was so surprised, his eyes filled with confusion, that he didn't even realize the glass had broken or the door had been opened until much later.

He frowned, puzzled as to why such a change in mission had occurred.

"Boss, we really didn't intend to run away. The mission has changed, did you notice?"

The reincarnator who emerged from the cycle of reincarnation looked at the pointed gun barrel, swallowed hard, and said tremblingly.

Wang Dazhuang ignored them and turned to walk towards the laboratory.

"We need to hurry. Something must have happened to cause this change in the mission, and it's definitely a bad thing for us."

The simpler the task requirements, the greater the hidden dangers and risks.

The information obtained from the guide gave all the new reincarnators a concept.

The Main God Space is not a benevolent place.

We will absolutely not let them get away with this.

Change is not a good thing.

"Boss Wang Ya." Wang Dazhuang encountered the black-haired youth walking towards them at the corner of the corridor and said somewhat uneasily, "The mission has changed. Will our experimental research on Meta bacteria still be effective?"

"Isn't the answer obvious?" Wang Ya glanced at him, then casually glanced at the swollen area around his waist, and chuckled, "The mission objective has changed, so it's naturally useless now."

"Was all our effort in vain?" Wang Dazhuang's mouth dropped open, looking somewhat disappointed.

"What should we do next?" Wang Dazhuang was almost used to following Wang Ya's advice and arrangements.

"Survive for ten minutes." Wang Ya thought for a moment and gave his answer.

Wang Dazhuang: "."

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Blue liquid dripped from the ventilation ducts into the lobby of the outpost in Work Area 33. Some scattered objects and paper manuscripts were embedded in the floor, trampled and deformed.

The ticking sound was continuous and increasingly dense, originating not just from this one ventilation duct, but from all directions.

Blue liquid coalesces to form soft, liquid tentacles with amazing activity.

Their mode of movement is like that of a snail or worm, leaving behind traces of sticky bodily fluids along the way.

The last trace of human pheromones was extracted from the shattered glass in front of the door. Combined with the large amount of pheromones inside the room, a thick part of the blue tentacles stood up, seemingly trying to discern something in the air.

It found its direction and moved at an extremely fast speed, its target being the elevator.

Some blue whiskers caught Wang Dazhuang's pheromones and hissed like snakes flicking their tongues.

Inside the laboratory, the blue tentacles were the most numerous, climbing and covering almost every corner, yet no trace of pheromones was found.

They can only converge with each other, forming the shape of a deep-sea octopus in blue flowing water, and climb up the elevator shaft along other pheromones they have captured, entering the main body of the base.

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"Great, the mission has changed. Finally, I don't have to look for any clues. What I hate most is deciphering things."

A tall, burly man with a menacing face, holding a fruit knife, opened the door to the supply warehouse in the restaurant area in front of him; looking at the food resources that were not expired and filled half the warehouse, his smile grew even wider.

"It's time for me to clear the level and complete the mission."

"It's truly as if even God is on my side," he laughed. "Don't even mention ten minutes, I could stay here for ten months without any problem. With my physique, I can withstand just a little bit of cold."

Ten minutes is not a long time.

This is what most reincarnators believe, and they believe they can survive.

Each of them found a place that they considered suitable and safe, and waited for the mission to be completed.

Only a small number of reincarnators were filled with fear and unease, wondering what kind of danger or hidden threat would lead the God to issue a mission requiring them to survive for only ten minutes.

Behind simplicity lies deadly danger.

Tick ​​tock!

The sound of dripping water startled the reincarnator hiding in the side control room. How could there be a dripping sound here? There was simply no way to hear it. The ventilation openings were sealed layer upon layer, allowing only air to pass through without any debris entering. Water from the central air conditioning system couldn't possibly get through either.

He followed the sound and finally found the source: a blue liquid that had condensed out of thin air and was dripping and splashing on the ground. Instead of splashing away, the water droplets stuck together and continued to grow larger.

A look of fear crossed his face; the current situation was beyond what most people could comprehend.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Watching the wriggling blue water tentacles slowly raise their thick parts, like a head, looking around and moving, trying to identify something; this reincarnator felt extreme unease and fear, and retreated step by step, but leaned against the wall, his palm touching a sticky layer of liquid.

His pupils widened, and he turned around abruptly. He didn't know when, but the wall had turned into a blue liquid, shimmering with fluorescent light that shone on his face, making his skin appear exceptionally pale.

In an instant, he disappeared—no, he should be said to have melted away.

Flesh, bone marrow, internal organs, and nerves all disappeared, leaving not even powder, only clothes lying on the ground.

The fluorescent blue liquid on the wall continuously flowed into the blue water tentacles, causing their density and purity to increase. In the end, a rolling eyeball even formed at the thick end of the tentacles, making it look exceptionally eerie.

Such events continue to unfold throughout the base. The blue water tentacles are numerous, and as they move forward, killing and absorbing more reincarnators, their numbers continue to increase.

Meta bacteria that were originally in the air or attached to the walls and instruments were reactivated and brought under control when the blue water tentacles passed by, and directly eroded the target organic matter.

"Ah, my body is melting! What is this thing?!"

"Tentacles, blue tentacles, they bring death, run!"

"There's something inside my body, no, don't let it out, I want to live, I want to survive!!"

Screams and cries of agony rose and fell, exceptionally sharp and tragic, sending a shiver down the spine of every surviving reincarnator.

Meanwhile, on the other side... (End of Chapter)