The End of the Earth

"Cheated? What do you mean?"

Kalista shook her head and said dejectedly, "I don't know what Krohn is plotting. Although he has removed my position and authority, at least he hasn't posed a threat to us. Haven't you noticed that you can still use the contribution points in Xiang San's card these days?

It shows that he is still very important to them.”

Although it was good news that he was safe, Anman was still very worried because she couldn't see Xiang San with her own eyes.

Seeing her like this, Calista slumped down on the sofa, looking at the gorgeous ceiling that was both unreal and real.

Because she is the same. Xiang San is a strong man. Although he no longer pursues ultimate power in the peaceful era of the Blue World, the strong are still very respected, not to mention that he is a man she likes. What's more important is that since the death of the Elf Queen, she has not had any close friends to play with, and Anman gives her the same intimacy as the former Elf Queen.

No matter from which perspective, Xiang San's safety maintains the stability of the two worlds and maintains their Azure World's recognition of the human beings on Earth. Although some Azure World races have begun to integrate into local life, most of the Azure World creatures still prefer to live in their own circle.

"Then let's sneak in and investigate. I won't be able to eat or sleep until I see him safe."

The corners of Calista's mouth twitched. When she came in, she saw that the living room was full of new clothes. This was not a case of not sleeping well or eating well.

"But where should we start?"

Anman rolled his eyes twice and suddenly had an idea.

When Calista saw Aman like this, she had a bad feeling in her heart. The last time she accompanied her to the living area, she saw that she had used some tricks to cause a big fight between men in a bar, and even alarmed a squadron of urban police officers.

"I have an idea. There's a guy who might know the answer. He's got well-developed muscles, a simple mind and a big mouth. But he's a little too strong. An ordinary person like me can't deal with him." After saying that, Aman looked at Calista pitifully.

The latter laughed awkwardly a few times to indicate that he understood.

During the month when Xiang San disappeared, Jia City continued to develop in a healthy manner. After the battle with Hamo, the strange black dragon disappeared, and the low-end monsters in Jia City had already been scared and scattered to other cities. All the detected stealth-type evil life forms, pathfinder evil life forms, and out-of-control fusions fled away.

Under pressure from the black dragon's exaggerated species coercion, the controlling creature behind the evil life forms lost control of all the pathfinder evil life forms in the center of Jia City.

Hot, the former leader of the fusion team, had his arm cut off by Xiang San and no one knew what he did. According to the dark matter factor detector of the Jia City military, his strength is also at the fourth level.

Could it be that Huobao is a one-in-a-million genius? It hadn't been that long, yet he had already reached the fourth level.

"Is he Captain Hotshot? He has such a terrifying aura."

In the rest room of the Fusion Team in the radio station building, a group of low-level Fusion members looked at the fiery and arrogant attitude and praised it highly.

The fiery eagle looked around, its sharp edge swept across the whole place, the invisible air wave frightened everyone, and it was like a king's aura.

"Xiang San, I'm afraid that even ten of you wouldn't be my match now. Not only have I gained the power of the fourth level, I'm also equipped with the latest robotic arm from New World Technology.

Well, you're lucky, so just be their guinea pig."

He was so horribly excited that he fantasized about how to trample Xiang San under his feet and crush him.

His right hand is fully equipped with a sophisticated mechanical prosthesis, the technology contained in it is beyond words.

"Captain Hotshot, I'm a new member. Please support me in the future."

A newly joined male fusion member nodded and bowed with great respect.

Hot-tempered, he pretended to be cool and said nothing, only nodding slightly.

Xiang Sanke was not so lucky.

He regained consciousness groggily.

When his eyes opened a crack, he keenly controlled his eyelid muscles to prevent them from opening their eyes again.

Because he found himself in a bad situation.

He is now in a large glass jar filled with nutrient solution. From his current perspective, this seems to be a laboratory. Shouldn't he be in the hospital?

Lab…this is not a good thing.

He slowly turned his gaze to the left.

"My left hand and left eye are gone again? Wait... why wasn't I nervous?"

Xiang San found that he seemed to be becoming a little strange, and he suddenly thought, could this be the legendary brain in a vat?

Was his previous experience just a dream and it never happened? Otherwise, how could he explain the loss of his left hand and left eye?

He slowly closed his right eye, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Somewhere in the lab, an eyeball spun slightly. The researcher in front of it shook his head, took a closer look at the black bead in the glass jar, shook his head, turned around, and continued to speak to the experimental recording board:

“2032年11月21日15:07实验日志

The long-term experimental observation seems to have caused some fatigue in my optic nerves, and I'm even experiencing some visual hallucinations. Now, other members will be replaced to continue the research and observation."

Xiang San's black pupils were still there, but they had been removed and moved somewhere else.

Xiang San can see other laboratories through his black pupils.

The laboratory where Hei Tong is located is more like a storage room. This laboratory is very large, with glass culture tanks of different sizes displayed on the walls. Various metal pipes and grooves connect the tanks. Except for a few culture tanks that are supervised by special researchers, several researchers are responsible for recording data in the other culture tanks.

"Where the hell is this? That's it!"

Xiang San saw a familiar image through his black pupils. It was a woman with wings and a tail. Only now did he realize that her wings and tail were exactly the same as the black dragon that he was fighting with.

"Turn into a dragon and beat me up, then turn back into a dragon man to recover? That doesn't make sense.

Or is there another escaped dragon and this woman is just some kind of experiment?

Well, this speculation is reasonable.”

Xiang San found that his brain seemed a little strange?

"Don't be surprised, I am me, and we are still me."

There was an additional voice in Xiang San's brain.

"Who are you? What do you mean by us being still me?"

"Subconscious, I am your subconscious, now it should be called subconscious. You are Xiang San and I am also Xiang San."

"Do you still want to say that my woman is your woman too? Come on, let's have a fight."

"...Come on, hitting yourself is stupid. When you were unconscious, I was the one who endured the pain of being used as a guinea pig for you.

You shouldn't be so ostracizing me."

Xiang San keenly focused on the word "little white mouse" and asked, "Are you saying that we have been used as experimental subjects for some kind of experiment?"

"We used the word well. Yes, I don't know if that bastard Krohn was the mastermind, but he must have been a participant. He was present during all the previous experiments."

"How do you know about Crone?"

"We are one, and what you've been through is certainly what I've been through, hypocritical Crone.

Now that you're awake, I should leave it to you. I'm going to continue diving back into the sea of ​​consciousness. My existence can only be a substitute, I can't completely replace you.

I am incomplete, so you have to hold on to your main consciousness. The experiment will be very painful, haha."

After saying this, Xiang San No. 2 fell silent. This was the name Xiang San gave him. No matter how ugly it sounded, calling him "sub-consciousness" was still a part of himself.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Xiang San could only vaguely hear something being injected through the glass jar.

Crone looked at Xiang San outside the culture tank with a hint of pity.

"Did he have to do it? It's none of my business. Someone must be held accountable for putting me in this state."

The more I think about him, the angrier I get. Not to mention how much he has contributed, but he has been leading the team and working hard for the past few months, and now he is being used as a guinea pig?

Crohn didn't know who he was talking to. After hanging up, he sighed and gave the order to start the injection.

Hundreds of syringes in the culture tank were aimed at various parts of Xiang San's body and began to advance slowly.

Xiang San's scalp tingled as he watched. It must be so exciting to have so many needles piercing into the body, right?

"No wonder even the secondary consciousness was forced out by the nervous system. Otherwise, he would have died of pain. My reputation as Sandstorm would have been laughed to death by everyone in the circle."

Xiang San wasn't sure whether Xiang San No. 2 was the product of an experiment or the evolution of his own brain nerves' stress response. This was a good thing, wouldn't the two of him be even stronger?

While he was thinking about his ability to think in such a fixed way against himself, the injection needle had already pierced his body and he shook a few times instinctively.

"Is he still not awake?"

A researcher, looking at the data displayed on the CNC board, said, "The target's brain neurons are low in activity, and should still be dormant."

"The Creator Project is about to enter a very important phase. The base has been upgraded to the highest state of alert."

Crone was also in a difficult situation. Xiang San was a talented person, but unfortunately he was just a pawn after all.

Aman and Calista are actively investigating the secrets hidden in the darkness of Jia City. Although Crone's experimental base is kept very confidential, there will always be a loophole.

That is people. The logistical support for all the staff involved in the Creator Project is a breakthrough. As an elite clerk who has worked in a convenience store, Aman can easily find problems with the material inflow and outflow data of all the new urban areas in Jia City.

Two people are secretly planning in Xiang San's safe house.

"Xiao Anman, so these archived warehouse material records you asked me to take pictures of are for this purpose?"

Anman nodded, thinking to himself that he was not angry. Given his two-meter height, there was nothing wrong with Calista calling him Little Anman.

"There are huge problems here. Although the base figures for the transfers are correct, the problems are still visible if you look closely. For example, these 20 boxes of carbamazepine were used for rescue and were destined for the area near Carlson."

Calista asked curiously, "What kind of medicine is this?"

Aman checked it on the CNC board. When Calista saw the drug, she said in disbelief, "Post-craniotomy repair drug? Don't you think that's too obvious?"

Aman disagreed and explained, "What you see is what I compared one by one from a massive amount of records. I extracted these data based on the locations of major events at these times. In other words, this outbound use record corresponds to its destination, Carlson Road. Think about what happened there?"

Calista suddenly realized and pointed at Amman and said, "Hammer Hospital, where Xiang San had the accident!"

Amman clasped his hands together, clasping his fingers tightly as he muttered, "It stands to reason that so many days have passed since the incident, and that place is in ruins. Why would they call in 20 boxes of carbamazepine? What on earth is there?"

Calista quietly looked at the thoughtful Amman and asked softly, "Why do you seem like a different person? Or should I say, you are Amman now?"

Aman didn't argue. He gathered the clutter on the table and turned to Calista, answering solemnly, "I usually don't like to think. Now that my man's life or death is unknown, of course I have to be smart for a while. He and I both like to live in the present and don't like to reminisce about the past. I don't want to have to rely on memories to remember him in the future."

"So little Anman is so cunning. Do you want to find help before you start the operation?"

Aman said nothing, but opened a video and handed it to Calista.

"Mable?"

In the video, an elf is trading something with Krohn's secretary assistant.

Aman hugged Calista, leaned against her chest, gently stroked her back and comforted her, "No matter who we are, we will change. Even people from your world will change their hearts if they can't resist temptation.

I suspect this elf also played a role in your dismissal. It's not easy to dismiss an executive officer on paper, and it has to withstand the scrutiny of all the members of the administrative department."

Kalista was a little unwilling, but the facts were there.

"Doesn't that mean that people on both sides can't use it?"

Amman held Calista's chin and said with a smile: "How come the beautiful elf lady has become stupid? Why don't you go to the elders? The elders have the ability to peek into other people's minds and can read their thoughts directly.

It is more powerful than your mind magic. Ask the elders to select 30 members to assist us."

Yes! Find the elders.

Watching Calista Aman leave, he let out a sigh of helplessness.

"What a silly girl! The creatures in the Azure World are so powerful, yet their thinking is so simple...

Xiang, are you okay?"

Aman imitated Xiang San's usual way of looking up at the ceiling, and recalled the first time he saw the man. He was wearing tattered combat uniforms, the kind of equipment that mercenaries would wear. There was actually no protective equipment, except for the ability to mount more equipment.

At that time, she was preparing to deal with several gang thugs who were saying obscene things in front of her. Just as she was about to do it, those gang members fell down with their hands covering their necks, and he stood behind them with his hands still in the motion of cutting their throats.

He looked at himself and turned to walk towards the alley. After a few steps, he heard someone say, "There's blood on your face."

Anman didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. No, he shouldn't have been thinking about anything. He just followed him for some unknown reason and then made up a story about smuggling. He didn't know whether Xiang San believed it or not.

Living with him, she didn't need to think or worry. For the first time since she was a child, she felt like a protagonist in this world. She was free and could do whatever she wanted.

She turned and walked towards the underground secret room, taking out the black gun, a dangerous weapon that did not require loading or chambering.