Post-Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Ghost Guanyin Transforms into a God

So they gave Ling an injection of type 4 medication.

Without relying on the power of the crystal core, her superpowers surged to A-level after the injection.

And it continued to grow at a constant rate.

Although the process was extremely painful, Ling managed to endure it thanks to the diluted treatment. Furthermore, scientists discovered that her lifespan would not be shortened like that of other ability users.

Aside from the pain and albinism issues, she has achieved superpower enhancement with almost no side effects.

This was the first case in the entire laboratory, and it remains the only successful case of the 4-drug formulation since then.

Apart from Ling, all the test subjects who received the Type 4 drug injections eventually died tragically, their bodies piled up in the abandoned research institute, buzzing around them with flies.

The girl named You Wenwen who was traveling with Ling also died from this drug; her body was rotting before she died.

Ling became even stronger because of her supernatural abilities, and from then on, she was injected with a little anesthetic or sedative every day to prevent her from escaping.

She was locked in this cage, day after day.

The new test subjects were delivered by transport vehicles not long after. They were like goods on a shelf; no matter how many were missing, they could be replenished.

Although the failure rate had reached an alarming level, the scientists were driven to utter madness by Ling's success.

Type 5 and Type 6 drugs were subsequently developed.

In particular, the Type VI potion perfectly improves upon the drawback of the Type 4 potion, which causes pain to the point of losing consciousness, transforming it into an effect similar to borrowing life.

Within three years, one gains supernatural abilities without pain; after three years, one dies a miserable death.

Of course, their experiment did not last for three years; these were all determined by scientists through instruments and data.

They still used the old method: first, they conducted experiments and monitored data on other test subjects to see if they could produce a successful product.

Once they had gathered enough data and determined that the attack wouldn't be fatal, they would strike Ling.

They believed that such miracles would continue to occur in this special experimental subject.

But they were wrong.

Due to factors such as the abuse of drugs, excessive experimentation, and the absorption of life force by supernatural abilities, Ling's body began to break down.

—The experiment failed.

She grew weaker and weaker, and her organs began to fail.

The experiments involving the transfer of supernatural abilities could no longer be conducted on her, because she couldn't withstand even one of them.

In order to preserve this special existence, scientists upgraded the diluent.

This medicine was extremely effective, pulling Ling back from the brink of death.

She became powerful again, and the side effects subsided.

But the good times didn't last long.

Type 6 agent differs significantly from previous agents; its efficacy is very stable and continuous. Dilution can only temporarily stop it, but cannot truly stop it.

It's like a dormant volcano; it usually looks gentle and harmless, but once it erupts, it's devastating.

She could only rely on the diluted medicine to get through it time and time again.

Ling's face was also ruined after that.

A superhuman with a corrosive ability experienced a rapid and unstoppable increase in power after being injected with a drug. Furthermore, due to the unique nature of the ability, the diluted drug was difficult to inject.

He ran out of the lab, destroyed several rooms, and finally exploded next to Ling.

Corrosive blood splattered on her face. Ling, who had been injected with a sedative, was unable to escape and thus had half of her face disfigured.

But it was also because of this incident that she found a way to escape.

Except when Ling's superpowers went berserk, he was mostly docile. After a year and a half of experimentation, the scientists had long since lost their wariness of the test subjects.

They've controlled this place for too long; the so-called test subjects have long since been turned into lab rats instead of their own kind.

Why would humans bother to guard against lab rats?

When the researchers were treating her face, they saw that she was lying still and thought she was unconscious, so they didn't even put on any restraints and started treating her directly.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ling grabbed a scalpel, slit open a scientist's neck, and then plunged the scalpel into the charging area of ​​the collar, damaging the circuitry and disabling the detection of supernatural energy fluctuations.

Without the iron rings to restrict it, the Snow Thorn, which had been upgraded to S-rank by the potion, was now unstoppable.

And that's how the scene that Miao Yin witnessed later came about.

Knowing he was nearing the end of his life, coupled with his hatred for the laboratory.

Ling launched a suicide attack.

The snow-covered thorns raged across the sky and the land, overturning all the killing and evil, and showering the world with a pure white snow that buried everything.

The researchers who fled in panic were pierced through by thorns. The few survivors frantically activated the self-destruct device, hoping to destroy the out-of-control mouse with an explosion.

Until Miao Yin suddenly burst into this dead end and pulled Ling out.

From then on, Ling Shuang refused to be called Ling Shuang and only kept the character "Ling".

It is Ling as in Ling Shuang, and also Zero as in Experiment Zero.

……

Miao Yin sat cross-legged on the ground and listened to her story, her eyes fixed on the disfigured half of her face, lost in thought.

Instead, Tu Hao spoke first: "S-rank ability user, are you going to cast a curse?"

His thinking was simple: since Miao Yin had rescued the person, he wouldn't let her leave like that.

With such powerful supernatural abilities, even if the test subject was nearing the end of her life, given Miao Yin's personality, she would definitely keep them for her own use.

“…See the curse?” Ling said in a low voice, uttering this unfamiliar word.

So Miao Yin explained her special ability to her.

Hearing that the person in front of him could perform even more terrifying manipulations than those scientists, Ling didn't react in any particular way. He simply moved his fingers and said...

"You also want to control me, and you want my superpowers?"

Her tone was very calm, completely different from Tu Hao's when she learned that she was being controlled.

"How much longer do you have to live?" Miao Yin asked, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"..." She paused for a moment, then said, "At most, three years."

"So, are you going to come with me?"

"……What's the meaning?"

"What I mean is, do you want to join my team and survive the apocalypse together? If you don't want to, I'll kill you right now to prevent future troubles. If you do want to, I'll put a curse on you to guarantee my safety."

"That's too honest..." Que Song muttered in the back.

"Don't concern yourself with the madman's affairs," Tu Hao said.

Miao Yin continued to utter shocking and unconventional words.

"I've always been a person who treats sincerity with sincerity. You know the state of the world outside. I have a spatial ability, which means I have access to a large amount of resources that others can't get. Following me will definitely not be a loss."

"But I won't force you if you don't want to. However, I'm not comfortable letting you run around like an S-rank character. I'll definitely kill you, and you won't be able to resist. But I think... you're not afraid of death, right? Then it doesn't matter! So, the answer is...?"

"sincere?"

Ling suddenly lowered his hand, slowly leaned closer to look at her, and asked, "During that ten-minute countdown, you risked your life to come in and save me, was it really just to hear a story from me?"

“Of course,” Miao Yin replied without hesitation.

Ling chuckled softly, a very slight smile, almost imperceptible. If Miao Yin hadn't been so close, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.

"My story, about a dying man, has somehow made you so reckless."

She leaned against the wall, looking at Miao Yin, and said softly:

"—Since you saved my life, it belongs to you."

"Please cast a spell on me."