Cyber ​​Ghost Record

Chapter 108 Chapter 107: TC190045
Suger left the lounge, passing decorations of bull skulls and moose antlers.

He went downstairs, where there were animal specimens on the pillars and walls. He saw marlin, owls, and gray foxes. At the corner of the stairs, there was a large relief sculpture of hunting-related imagery. He saw snow, the moon, a woman in a cinched skirt and hunting boots, as well as deer, dogs, and snakes wrapped around arms.

With just a glance, he noticed the shadows of mythological figures from many regions.

He inexplicably gained knowledge of many religious symbols, and this was not the first time this had happened, even though he had no recollection of having been exposed to such knowledge before hibernation.

The staircase leads to the basement, where there are five holographic projection wells in the center and more than a dozen glass-partitioned operating tables along the walls.

The display case next to the operating table contained many limbs and internal organs. The operating lights illuminated the scene on the operating table, where a person lay with his chest cut open. A robotic arm extending from the ceiling was replacing his lungs with new ones, while tiny probes simultaneously connected to his nerves and capillaries.

The same thing is happening on other operating tables, where many people are being "repaired," the only difference being the severity of their injuries.

Some people had already completed their surgery, and Suger saw the robotic arm covering his skin.

He hesitated and stopped at the doorway.

The scene was so similar to the hallucination he had just experienced that he couldn't immediately confirm whether it was real.

The light shimmered in the imaging well, replaying the scene of last night's hunt.

The nearest video feed was showing a "prey" being shot in the lung.

The footage was played in slow motion, showing that the prey's pupils and muscles reflexively contracted the instant the gun fired. However, instead of dodging, he stiffened unnaturally for a moment.

The movement was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible even in slow motion.

The next moment, a bullet fired from afar pierced his body, and the trajectory of the bullet and the gradual destruction of his lungs were highlighted.

Socrates had a feeling that the momentary stiffness was intentional, as if it was to allow the hunter to hit the ideal spot.

“TC140083…”

Voices emanated from the display well, offering their judgment on the performance.

"Accepting the shot from a reasonable angle, without making unnecessary dodges, provides a good experience for the player and also protects the property in the hunting grounds. However, exposing oneself too early reduces the player's sense of accomplishment in the hunt..."

Suger shifted his gaze; the nearby display screen showed footage of hunting dogs tearing apart their prey.

"If the reaction to the hunting dogs is excessive, the damage exceeds the limits, and the obligation to protect the hunting grounds property is not fulfilled, the penalty will be deducted from the payment..."

Other display wells also played hunting scenes.

"An excellent portrayal of death..."

"fail……"

"qualified……"

A chorus of praise buzzed in Suger's ears.

His gaze fell on one of the projection wells, which projected a swamp.

“TC190045…”

Sog recognized this swamp; he had "saved" someone here at dawn. He hesitated for a moment, then walked to the operating table behind the imaging well, where a man sat listening to the evaluation from the imaging well, his pale face reflecting the light of the holographic image.

"You have won this game. However, your method of evading the hunter has been deemed a serious act of passivity, failing to provide a positive interaction with the hunter. Your actions violate Article 48 of the contract, and the penalty for breach of contract will be deducted from your prize money..."

TC190045… Su Ge silently recited this number, sizing up the person beside the operating table.

Now that the mud and water had lifted, he could finally see that the boy was quite young. His eyelids were still thick, and his nose and cheeks were slightly rounded, his jawline not yet fully formed. Judging from his appearance alone, he was no more than fourteen years old, but his body was very well-developed. His frostbitten skin had developed large blisters, and the muscles beneath looked incredibly powerful. Upon seeing Suger approach, the boy stood up and bowed slightly, as if addressing a superior.

"Are you ok?"

Sog examined the boy's injuries and then glanced at the others. Several figures looked somewhat familiar. Judging from the footage they were watching, some of them should have already been hunted down, while the others were still alive, and the hunting grounds were reviewing and instructing them on their performance.

"I'm fine thank you……"

The boy looked up at Su Ge, and in the instant their eyes met, he lowered his head, looking somewhat apprehensive. His apprehension didn't stem from the difference in status between prey and hunter; he was more worried about how much he would have to pay for the favor.

"Don't be nervous, sit down first."

As soon as Su Ge finished speaking, the boy sat down, as if obeying a command. Su Ge couldn't help but frown, and the boy, noticing his expression, immediately stood up nervously.

“Sit down,” Sog sighed.

The boy sat down again.

Socrates looked at the boy, trying to find even a trace of resentment or resistance in his eyes, but there was none. His gaze only made those eyes grow increasingly fearful and uneasy. This made Socrates feel like a bad person, a persecutor.

Why should I suffer this injustice?
He suddenly became extremely agitated, and some extreme thoughts popped into his mind. He even hoped that the child would pull out a gun from his pocket, press it against his forehead, and force him to take him out of this place.

Great, let's do it that way.

He's just a child, what can he do?
Let him die for you; you don't have the guts to do it yourself anyway.

Several different ideas flowed through Suger's mind, clearly distinct.

But he didn't seem to be affected by these thoughts, as if they didn't come from his own mind.

"What's going on here?"

Socrates asked in as gentle a tone as possible.

The boy hesitated for a moment and looked around.

"What do you want to ask?"

“Some of these people should already be dead.” Sog glanced at the operating table next to him, where a prey was having a new thigh replaced. “But they’re still alive.”

The boy was stunned for a moment.

Is this your first time here?

Suger nodded.

“No wonder…” The boy was visibly more relaxed. “Unless some unlucky guy gets his brain damaged, we won’t actually be killed.” He pointed to his temple. “This area is bulletproof.”

"And what about your injuries?"

Suger glanced at the operating table beside him; most of the injuries to the torso were fatal enough.

“This is from the hunting grounds; even if it hits your heart, you won’t die.” The boy patted his chest, as if showing off a product, then turned to the west side of the basement. “Mine is over there.”

Following his gaze, Suger saw several devices resembling hibernation pods. Through the dark brown walls, one could vaguely see headless torsos preserved inside. In the pod the boy was looking at, there was also a tortoise, much smaller than his current body. Like many unregistered individuals, it was implanted with numerous inferior prosthetics.

(End of this chapter)