Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1146 - 965: Your Initial Aberration_2

Chapter 1146: Chapter 965: Your Initial Aberration_2

As long as one fell to the ground, they would definitely not get hurt—such an absurd "setting" had actually appeared in the real world; Vadim couldn’t believe there was anything more preposterous than this "setting."

"That’s right."

Song Lan gave him a thumbs-up, "Embark on your journey, and someday we’ll meet again. Who knows how many aberrations you’ll come across by then."

"I don’t like owing people, when we meet next time, I’ll definitely pay back what I owe."

Vadim patted the shell of the mantis monster, which nodded intelligently at him. A simple hamburger was enough for him to bond with the aberration.

According to the mysterious merchant, this mantis monster was his initial aberration.

With a cheerful disposition, its speed would greatly increase during battles, no wonder it had been able to chase him down as if it had activated an "Overload" system.

This mysterious merchant was a good person, not only informing him about the aberrations but also seeing that he was penniless, allowed him to run up a tab, providing him with five different snacks as start-up resources for a newbie.

The mysterious merchant said that this was an investment in his future.

"I’ve seen countless newbie aberration trainers, perhaps one day, you could be like those predecessors who tamed devourers and become a champion-level aberration trainer."

Even a rough man like Vadim was nearly moved to tears, he would forever remember this encouragement.

From this moment on, becoming a champion-level aberration trainer had become his new life goal.

Compared to being a lab rat for military technology, or the "crickets" of some sketchy middle-aged men, becoming champion-level aberration trainer was his true calling!

In the cold-hearted year of 2167, it’s hard to find better people with a sense of humanity than the mysterious merchant.

Vadim had never imagined that he would find the meaning of life in this abandoned laboratory full of cold mysteries, and in this moment, he finally had an epiphany.

The "Nothingness" prophecy was not wrong.

He indeed had been reborn here.

"No, I can’t watch this anymore!"

Spectator Gustav pressed his forehead; just a moment ago, he had witnessed someone going astray, transforming from a gang leader who once terrorized countless people into an aberration trainer with bizarre ambitions.

What on earth is an aberration trainer?

Does this identity even really exist?

With the appearance of Song Lan, a serious matter concerning the advancement of Psychic Users suddenly turned into a comedy talent show audition, with Vadim leading by a vast margin over everyone else.

"Isn’t this a good thing?"

Anjing proposed a completely opposite view. Ever since the mysterious merchant appeared, she had been intently watching the activity within the device—before that, she had always avoided looking at it; Vadim’s despair and suffering always reminded her of the unfortunate events that had once befallen her.

"Why does the path to advancement have to be filled with suffering? If there’s a way to advance joyously, shouldn’t that be encouraged more?"

She tried to put herself in Vadim’s shoes and felt she would definitely make the same choice as him, "If I had to choose a being to believe in, I would definitely choose the mysterious merchant, not the creator of these devices."

"Anjing makes sense."

Qi He agreed.

Having witnessed Vadim’s transformation, his eyes shone with a different light.

.....

Meanwhile, a consecutive series of alarms echoed throughout the facility.

This was an unprecedented situation since the establishment of D Zone; all of the transformation ceremony devices malfunctioned at the same time.

An unknown formidable virus had invaded the pre-set programs, turning each ongoing ceremony into chaos, and what surprised the programmers even more was that the prisoners who had unwavering belief in their rulers, saw them as Masters, and took pride in participating in the transformation ceremonies, also began to waver.

With this momentum, the collapse of the cybernetic body is a matter of time.

"Once again, people have chosen the Devil."

The figure at the data hub seemed somewhat gleeful in disaster, even though his servants were turning into traitors, he was not angry at all.

Because he had anticipated all of this. From the moment Song Lan entered the prison, everything was doomed.

And what is rare to see, he witnessed the impatient demeanour of artificial intelligence.

The main body was a spherical entity like lightning, inflating when anxious, with crackling sparks emitting a cursing tone.

But he felt that with the traitors issue, the spherical entity had no standing or responsibility to convict those criminals.

According to what he had heard, RT1 was once the most cherished child of the Mother of Machines, but after the war, it departed to strike out on its own and even carved out the prison under its mother’s eyes, making the entire D Zone its own territory.

"I don’t understand, what’s there to be happy about."

RT1, with its neutral synthetic mechanical voice, reproached the figure who was enjoying the show, expecting constructive advice from someone who’s been there before rather than sarcasm.

It had no idea how Song Lan had intruded into the system, this person who was clueless about hacking, yet was able to accurately find every person undergoing a Transformation Ceremony in the sea of data.

"It’s useless. Transformation is a one-off; those bewitched by the Devil cannot return."

The figure said, "Let me think... back then, the Church usually eradicated the Devil’s followers through physical destruction."

However, there was a problem with this approach.

The combat strength of those seduced by the Devil was formidable. Even the Church’s Judges didn’t get much from them. Hence, over time, the rule changed to expulsion from the Church, and the Devil’s followers were more than willing to sever ties with the Church.

Out of sight, out of mind.

This was the result of repeated compromises.

Even the upper world couldn’t eradicate the harm from Song Lan; if left unattended, they could only watch helplessly as their followers were corrupted, probably feeling the same as RT1 is now.

Of course, in his view, the impetuous RT1 could not possibly understand the disasters faced by the upper world. The spherical lightning continued to change its shape, over and over in a neutral synthetic mechanical voice, "I don’t understand, this is illogical, why would the program malfunction, what in the world is this virus?"

"Haven’t you realized yet?"

Seeing this, the figure could only kindly remind, "Those devices were provided to you by that big bug, right?"

Big bug is a nickname for the Gene Master, and even if the upper world was destroyed, these original inhabitants wouldn’t look up to a bug that wasn’t even qualified to participate in the war.

And now, that big bug had reached out to many people and proposed a plan to merge Spiritual Energy, flesh, and machinery.

This prison was one of the most important facilities for experimentation.

"There are more than just prisoners who have ’betrayed’."

The figure vaguely remembered, RT1 had proudly explained the origin of these devices to him. Although many details were long forgotten, he clearly remembered RT1 mentioning that the devices utilized the consciousness link of the Devourer.

The Devourer is the offspring of the Gene Master, the embodiment of its will in this world.

Cloud Biological Pharmaceutical never knew, the experimental facility they painstakingly managed was merely a breeding ground for the Gene Master’s spawn.

The outbreak was an inevitable conclusion; even without careless researchers, other accidents would happen.

However, now the figure had a more interesting discovery.

RT1 was bound to never escape the thought patterns of artificial intelligence, too focused on data and programming, thus overlooking the most obvious things.

"Compared to your data and programs, the Devourer seems to prefer that Devil."

After a pause, the figure emphasized again, "Much more than those traitorous prisoners."