Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

The researchers seemed to have received some kind of revelation.

"How could I not have thought of that? You're a genius!"

"No, how is that genius? I don't understand."

"That's easy to understand. Like you said, he was a blank sheet of paper from the start. Do you remember our investigation results? These children were thrown underground almost from infancy. They never received a normal education from a young age, so naturally, the cultists wouldn't teach them language or etiquette."

"I remember a myth about a princess who gave birth to an illegitimate child. Fearing discovery, she abandoned the child outside the city. The child was found by a mother wolf, and when he grew up, he behaved just like a wolf, and was called a wolf child."

"We have a perfect example right in front of us!"

"These children are human, but they have been exposed to sacrificial killings, cult rituals and religious activities since they have grown up. They do not speak the language or understand the culture, so they naturally do not know what is right and what is wrong. What would drive ordinary humans crazy is naturally commonplace to them."

As the researcher spoke, he took out a piece of raw meat and threw it into the cage. The burrower in the cage glanced at the meat, picked it up, and began to gnaw on it.

"Look!"

The researcher was as excited as if he had discovered a new continent, but his colleagues were skeptical of his excitement.

"Even so, so what?" a colleague asked.

The researcher shook his head, a hint of disdain on his face.

"You don't understand. You don't understand the significance of my discovery. Perhaps I should think of a new research method, a controlled experiment."

The researcher was undoubtedly very proactive; he said he wanted to conduct a control experiment, and almost the next day, he brought back the "experimental equipment."

A blonde woman with blue eyes and a face heavily made up. Although she had a large bottom and breasts, the fine lines around her eyes and the excess fat around her waist revealed signs of fatigue. Although she tried her best to dress like a young girl, the weariness in her eyes was something that young women did not have.

A prostitute.

"Your job is simple. Come with me into that small room, do what you're supposed to do, and then take your money and leave."

The researcher pointed to a small room. The prostitute rested her right hand on her left arm, glanced around briefly, and was clearly somewhat timid.

"Sir, it costs extra to take me somewhere else to spend the night, and it costs extra to come here as well."

The researcher gave a cold laugh.

"Don't be so wary. I won't harm you. I have no interest in killing and dissecting a prostitute. You're not my research subject; you're just a prop."

"Remember to be seductive when you go in. You're not putting on a show for me; just imagine there's a virgin on the other side, and you're putting on a show for him."

The prostitute pursed her lips. Although she found it strange, her customers always had all sorts of odd tastes, so this wasn't the strangest thing.

At least he doesn't have any habits that harm his body.

At that moment, a colleague walked over and saw what was happening. His expression was one of shock and disgust.

"Hey! What are you doing? This is a confidential facility; outsiders are not allowed in!"

"The Steam Guardian just said you brought back a... prostitute?"

"Don't tell me this is your way of doing research. Our funding is for contributing to the Empire, not for you to patronize prostitutes."

The researcher merely gave a dismissive smile, his words no longer displaying the humility and logic of the past.

Since he became deputy director and became obsessed with observing that earth-diving creature, his personality seems to have gradually become autocratic and tyrannical.

"Shut up! I'm the deputy director now. With the director away, I'm the boss here."

He was too lazy to explain any further and roughly pulled the blonde woman into the small house.

"Go in!"

He shoved the prostitute into the room, her body trembling slightly, but she tried her best to appear calm, looking around to observe the situation inside.

It was just an ordinary tin shack. Its cold, hard texture didn't resemble the kind of wooden shacks that ordinary people usually lived in, but it wasn't anything particularly strange or unusual either.

The room contained only a cold, hard iron stool embedded in the iron wall; this appeared to be her workplace.

Strangely, on the wall opposite the stool, he found a small hole. It wasn't a broken hole, but a perfectly round hole, just big enough to fit a finger.

What is this little hole for?

The prostitute, curious, peered inside, wanting to observe the other side of the hole, but was stopped by a voice behind her.

"Don't wander around, you should go to work."

The researcher, wearing glasses, had half of his handsome face hidden in shadow. For some reason, the prostitute shivered and walked towards him while taking off her clothes.

"Shout louder."

"Get your waist moving."

During the prostitute's "work," her employer kept making complaints. Considering the pay for the job, the prostitute had no choice but to work hard to meet his demands.

But to her surprise, despite her best efforts, her employer remained completely unmoved.

Normally, most men would have surrendered long ago, but her employer didn't even glance at her.

Her employer's gaze simply passed over her, fixed intently on the wall behind her.

The prostitute suddenly realized that her employer might not be enjoying the process; he was more like a performer.

But... who is this performance for?

Before the prostitute even realized the problem, her work was already over.

The researcher simply pushed up his glasses, then casually patted her to the ground, and pulled a handful of Imperial Coins from his pocket.

The prostitute was initially uneasy about the atmosphere and her employer's strange behavior, but upon seeing the payment, she immediately beamed with joy.

However, his employer then simply stated that the two were just employees.

"Take the money and get out."

The prostitute left.

The researcher sat there, his clothes disheveled, for a long while before standing up, his target the small hole.

Looking from one end of the cave to the other, the opposite side wasn't pitch black; instead, it was directly facing a mutated pupil.

"You enjoyed watching, didn't you? I just heard you panting. This is the first lesson I'm teaching you: this is human 'desire'."

The thing on the other side of the cave didn't speak, it just stared at him silently.

"My colleague said you're a black sheet of paper, and he's right. But even though you're black, you're still just a sheet of paper."

"No matter how much you mutate, you were once human. During your coma, I studied your reproductive organs, and they were intact, which means you still retain human desires."

"Let's test this out. If you rediscover that you're human, will you go crazy?"