Chapter 1350: 442. Brain Marrow Imitation


    The staff brought out the 15 yers who had been resurrected after death from the ship cabin and sent them into theboratory.


    At the same time, the corpses of these 15 yers were also dragged away by the staff, to an unknown destination.


    The 15 yers who had been resurrected after death watched their own bodies being taken away, feeling somewhat panicked.


    “Isn’t that our bodies?”


    “Where are they taking our bodies?”


    “Hey, wait, what about the equipment on my body, let me take my equipment away…”


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    These yers ran toward their corpses, trying to take the trivial things from the pockets of their corpses.


    Finally, one of the yers suddenly came to his senses and shouted:


    “Wait! Haven’t you noticed something wrong? When we died before, our bodies would disappear immediately. The stuff we left on our bodies would scatter at the point of our death. But now, look, our bodies haven’t disappeared! And they look exactly like us!”


    This cry brought everyone back to their senses.


    Suddenly, the scene became chaotic.


    “Yeah! Why haven’t our bodies disappeared?!”


    “Bang, bang, bang.” A little yer knocked on his corpse with his fist and said amidst the crisp sound:


    “I feel like our bodies have been frozen. Is that why they haven’t disappeared?”


    “What is this ck technology…”


    As the yers discussed, the staff looked on with cold indifference but did not step forward to stop them.


    Several surveince cameras around the scene were trained on the noisy yers, as if monitoring and also recording the yers’ reactions to their own corpses.


    About two minutes passed, and the noise gradually subsided, with the yers taking back the things that belonged to them from their bodies.


    But the bodies themselves were hung on mechanical arms by the staff and dragged out of theboratory.


    “Next is the second round of injections,” said the staff member’s electronic synthesized voice, still devoid of emotion.


    “The Undying who died in the first round of injections will also participate in the second round. Please begin the injections now.”


    “Are you kidding? I have to die again?”


    “What the hell kind of task is this? I haven’t seen any reward, and I have to die three times? Go to hell!”


    The yers who died in the first round of injections couldn’t help but curse.


    If they couldn’t survive the first round, how could they possibly survive the second and third round?


    This test was less about selecting yers suitable for deep physical modification and more like a trap to deduct experience.


    Some yers, with hot tempers, said nothing, turned around, and left while operating the game interface to initialize their safe zones.


    Once the safe zone was initialized, upon their next death, yers would be resurrected at their game character’s birthce.


    Since the yers’ birthces were all within United Bureau territory, they would die back to the United Bureau rather than be resurrected on the ships of Angel Enterprise Alliance.


    This was a method to return to United Bureau territory quickly, with the cost being a loss of experience and a 24-hour weakness period—during which all of a yer’s attributes would temporarily decrease by 50%.


    The safe zone initialization was quicklypleted.


    These few yers pushed aside the staff blocking them and ran towards theboratory’s Great Gate.


    They were not afraid of violent conflict now.


    As long as the staff dared to fire, they dared to die back to United Bureau and rejoin the embrace of the United Bureau.


    If they couldn’t seize a ship within the space station, then usingbat death to return to the city was their only option.


    With this thought, the actions of these yers became even more unrestrained, loudlymanding the staff to arrange a shuttle ship to let them leave; otherwise, they threatened to make sure no one on the space station would have it easy.


    The CCTV Cameras on the walls and ceiling tracked the shadows of these few yers in real time, clearly capturing their movements, expressions, and other details.


    The staff member in charge of distributing the injectors kept a cold eye on these few yers.


    Without knowing what he did, the yers who were causing trouble suddenly began to tremble violently, falling to the ground and convulsing as if electrified.


    In less than ten seconds, the yers who had been bouncing around turned into helpless fish and shrimp.


    They were grabbed by the staff who rushed over and tied to the mechanical arms that descended from the Ceiling.


    Clearly, the staff chose to capture them alive rather than kill them on the spot.


    The yers who initialized the safe zone were not afraid of death, but of captivity, especially by the merciless Angel Enterprises Alliance.


    At that moment, the yers who wanted to escape were thoroughly panicked.


    They gathered their breath and yelled toward Cucumber Slice and the others:


    “Brother, help us, kill us! Quick, kill us!”


    “Please! Kill us! We’ll be experimental subjects!”


    Hearing this, Cucumber Slice’s expression changed slightly, and the expressions of hispanions, Winter Melon and Kelp, tensed up.


    The other yers looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness.


    What a joke…


    To kill someone on the territory of Angel Enterprise Alliance…


    What if after sending you back to the safe zone the staff catch us and use us as experimental subjects?


    In the end, all the yers showed a categorical refusal, watching as the disruptive yers were forcibly taken away.


    Winter Melon whispered:


    “Captain, they won’t really be imprisoned as experimental subjects, will they?”