boyutpedia Chapter 99 Dragon Beast and Girl
Chapter 99 Dragon Beast and Girl
Chapter 100 Dragon Beast and Girl
"It's you!"
Hick's voice trembled with disbelief.
Behind the fence, the "Subject Six" huddled in the shadows was unrecognizable.
Its eyes were blood-red, and a pair of twisted, bony horns grew from the top of its head.
Even more horrifying is that its limbs—hands and feet—are completely mutated, covered with dark scales, and its claws are like curved daggers. It also has a thick tail covered with keratinous protrusions trailing behind it!
This is no longer a human being! It's clearly a monster forcibly twisted into the shape of a dragon!
"Is this... the assimilation rate of dragons?"
Hick gasped, experiencing for the first time the domineering and terrifying power of the dragon bloodline.
No wonder my mentor devoted so much effort to research back then.
"roar!!!"
Upon seeing Hick, Number Six let out an even more ferocious roar, saliva dripping from his mouth full of sharp teeth.
Its eyes held no glimmer of wisdom, only the madness, hunger, and destructive urge of a wild beast.
It frantically pounded on the sturdy alloy fence with its mutated claws, producing a piercing scraping sound.
Hick frowned, then took out a large piece of fresh meat with blood streaks from his spatial ring.
Upon smelling the scent of flesh and blood, Number Six's actions instantly became even more frenzied. A low growl escaped his throat, and his scaly chest heaved violently. His craving for meat overwhelmed everything else!
"Looks like they're starving." Without further hesitation, Hick tossed the piece of meat precisely into the depths of the cage.
"Snap! Sizzle!"
Number Six pounced out like a hungry wolf, lunging at the chunk of meat and tearing and gnawing at it with its sharp claws and teeth, making a teeth-grinding chewing sound.
Its posture was no different from that of a ferocious beast that ate raw meat and drank blood in the wilderness.
"This is no longer human—"
Watching Number Six devour his food like a beast, Hick's last remaining illusions about "dragons" were shattered. "This should be called—Dragon Beast."
A pang of regret swept through my heart. Dragons are ultimately just legends; what I see before me is nothing more than a pathetic creation corrupted by dragon blood and devoid of its mind.
"Being able to acquire those books from outside is already an incredible stroke of luck."
Hick consoled himself, preparing to leave this oppressive prison.
He tossed in a few more pieces of meat, watched as Number Six gorged himself on the bloody feast, and then turned to leave.
Just then, a soft, ethereal, yet slightly trembling girl's voice drifted in like a feather, breaking the deathly silence of the prison area:
"Lord Perot—he's dead, isn't he?"
The source of the sound was none other than the completely enclosed, heavy metal room opposite number six, which didn't even have a fence!
Hick stopped abruptly, his heart clenching suddenly!
This place is full of monsters and experimental subjects, how could there be one that can speak human language?
He turned around abruptly and strode quickly toward that special cell.
Unlike other fences, the outer wall of this cell is a solid, heavy metal door with only a tiny ventilation hole at the top, making it as sealed as a safe.
How dangerous are the things inside this specification?
"What are you?" Hick stopped outside the door, his voice filled with wariness and inquiry.
"—Me?" The voice inside paused for a moment, filled with deep confusion and uncertainty. "I—I should be—I guess I'm a person, right?"
"A person is a person, what does 'consider' even mean?"
Hick's brows furrowed even more; his answer was enigmatic.
Without further hesitation, he chanted the incantation and made a sweeping motion with his finger.
With a heavy metallic scraping sound, the outer wall of the prison cell slowly rose up, revealing an equally sturdy alloy fence inside, but with observation windows.
Light streamed into the cell, illuminating the scene inside.
A petite figure huddled in the shadows of a corner.
She looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a plain, faded white dress.
What is most astonishing is her cascading silver-white hair, her bloodless, almost transparent pale skin, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes are pure white.
When she slowly raised her head, Hick saw a pair of eyes as clear as rubies, yet empty and blank—the only color in her being.
If it weren't for those eyes, she would look like a lifeless white porcelain doll.
Her features were so exquisite, as if sculpted by a god, that they seemed unreal, carrying an otherworldly fragility.
Even though Hick had seen all sorts of "goddesses" in his previous life, he was still shocked by this existence that transcended the mortal world and possessed a morbid beauty.
"Mentor—I really didn't expect this—"
Countless thoughts flashed through Hick's mind in an instant, but finally settled on a guess that made his lips twitch.
"You old man—you're playing with such fancy tricks? This looks way too small!" A complex emotion welled up inside me.
"grown ups--"
The porcelain-white girl seemed unaccustomed to the light, squinting her ruby-like eyes slightly, and timidly spoke again, her voice so soft as if afraid of disturbing something.
"Lord Perot—is he—really dead?"
"Dead!" Hick replied irritably, with a hint of inexplicable annoyance. "Completely wiped out, not even a trace left!"
"oh--""
The girl's long white eyelashes drooped down, obscuring the light in her red eyes. Her voice didn't reveal much sadness, only a calm that seemed to have settled down, and a hint of relief and—a deeper regret—hidden beneath it all.
"Then it seems—I'm going to die soon too."
"What do you mean?" Hick was taken aback, his earlier budding speculation instantly replaced by doubt.
"Lord Perrot said—I have contracted a very strange illness,"
The girl gently rested her pale cheek on her embracing knees, her voice ethereal.
"Only he—had the potential to find a cure for me—now that he's dead—no one else can—"
Her words were calm, but Hick keenly sensed beneath that calm a near-desperate longing for life.
"He—is treating your illness?!"
Hick was taken aback, realizing he might have misunderstood.
"Mmm." The girl nodded gently, her ruby-like eyes looking at Hick, her gaze so clear it was heartbreaking.
"Lord Perot took care of me like a father. Although he often needed to draw my blood for research—"
There was no resentment in her tone, only a matter-of-fact statement.
Hick: "—"
A wave of embarrassment washed over me.
Looks like I really misunderstood. Hmm, it's all Dragon Heart's fault! That thing is definitely not a good thing!
Sigh, it's time to cleanse my mind.
"Ahem," Hick cleared his throat, suppressing his distracting thoughts, and asked seriously, "What's your name? What illness do you have?"
Maybe—can I give it a try?
He wasn't entirely acting out of kindness.
A patient who receives such "attention" from her mentor, who even has a special closed cell built for her research, must be of extraordinary value!
"Ginny," the girl answered softly, then shook her head.
"The outer hall—where Pelosi's research report on me is—is all there."
She didn't reject Hick, but her tone was full of despair.
In her view, Hick might just be the next researcher interested in her blood.
Hick gave Ginny a deep look; her pure white skin contrasted sharply with her striking red.
He asked no more questions, turned and quickly left the prison area, his mind filled with doubt:
What kind of "disease" requires confinement in a cell even more secure than that of a dragon beast? What kind of "blood" is worth the mentor's enormous effort in researching?
Back in Obsidian Hall, Hick couldn't wait to pick up the thick catalog again.
He flipped through the pages quickly, his fingers tracing the densely packed book titles.
Finally, in the middle of one of the pages, several glaring headlines jumped out at me:
Analysis and Clinical Practice of the Inhibitory Effect of Ginny's (Special Individual) Blood on Biological Transplant Rejection Response
Ginny: A Study on the Pathological Manifestations and Abnormal Cell Activity of Congenital Immunodeficiency
Intervention Plan and Deeper Repair Hypothesis for Ginny's Persistent Immune System Decline (Unverified)
"Blood—suppresses rejection response? Immunodeficiency—exhaustion?"
Hick's heart skipped a beat, and an amazing idea with immense value exploded in his mind!
He suddenly looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick obsidian walls, and once again fell upon the direction where Ginny was in the prison area.
Those eyes, pure as rubies yet empty and blank, had now become a vast treasure in his heart, containing endless possibilities!
"It can suppress the rejection reaction during the transformation of the witch body! Think of how many experiment points that will save me!"
But then I thought about how Ginny probably wouldn't live much longer—
Hick smirked slightly. This was nothing?
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