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Chapter 380 - 234 Truth, Obsession Fulfilled (First Subscription Bonus +10)_2

Chapter 380: Chapter 234 Truth, Obsession Fulfilled (First Subscription Bonus +10)_2

The process was excruciating; it was about injecting some liquid into your brain, and then the liquid would gradually corrode your skull, solidify, and finally become your new skull.

The sensation of the surrounding nerves would drive you mad, but there was nothing you could do.

In any case, through sheer strength, I became the organization’s Gold Hunter in a few years.

I hadn’t intended that, but I wanted to survive.

To survive and return to the small town.

Listening to Reinhardt’s endless prattling, Brian wasn’t in a hurry.

He asked offhandedly, "What’s the organization called?"

"Doomsday Sect," Reinhardt replied mechanically.

An invisible scent enveloped the surroundings.

He didn’t realize that he had unknowingly fallen under the influence of the "Heavenly Grass" hallucinogenic components emitted from Brian’s body.

Serious injury + drug effect.

Reinhardt had already succumbed when he bent down to pick up the cigarette.

...

When Brian heard the name Doomsday Sect, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This coincided with his speculations.

The question was,

given that this situation was concocted by the Doomsday Sect, why would Benjamin, a scientific researcher from the NW organization, know about the dangers here from thousands of miles away?

"Keep talking, buddy, you must have kept these things to yourself for a long time. Let it all out. Speaking out will make you feel better. There’s no need to hide anything. Say what you want to say."

Brian whispered like a Demon.

Reinhardt’s compound eyes were muddled:

"Yes, I do feel much lighter.

After spending a few years with the Doomsday Sect, I did a lot of things for them and became a member of the group I most despised.

They are very skilled in genetic engineering.

They also raised many groups known as Mutants, a few hundred in total, I think, with only the exceptional individuals being absorbed.

This group is similar to us, also possessing some unique abilities, but all quite weak, prone to losing their minds, and even more mad-looking than us.

The Doomsday Sect controls them with a kind of potion.

Their treatment was better than ours.

In the meantime, I went on a few missions and helped the Doomsday Sect capture some Mutants who refused to join.

Until I met a special girl.

She looked very young.

She saw through my disguise and gave me a bottle of red blood, saying it would help me, and the price was to go to her aid when notified.

The blood was peculiar, it aroused my appetite.

I couldn’t help but swallow it down, and when I woke up again, my body had undergone a miraculous change and became what it is now.

After returning, I learned that I had grown stronger.

They called me a First Rank life form.

My permissions were elevated, and I gained the privilege to move freely.

But I still had to accept missions.

To return to the small town, I had no choice but to pick a directive breeding task."

"Directive breeding?"

Brian touched the Heavenly Grass at his waist: "Is it for cultivating Heavenly Grass?"

He actually wanted to ask about the girl, but with Reinhardt in a dazed state, he preferred to find out the truth of the matter first.

"Yes," Reinhardt nodded:

"The Doomsday Sect, as far as I know, has three mature directive breeding routes, one is my type, the Scythe Warrior, another is the Undead Warrior, and the last one is the Hallucinogenic Snake.

The Doomsday Sect gave me two precious special reagents.

They told me to find life forms that wouldn’t reject these two reagents, preferably children.

So I returned to the small town, using the money given by the organization to set up a lakeside camp, continuously drawing in children from around to come.

Before coming, to ensure safety, the children all needed to go through our medical examinations.

This gave me the opportunity.

However, there were very few targets that fit, and I could never bring myself to take action.

The sect was very unhappy.

I had no choice but to intermittently complete the organization’s missions to prevent them from intervening.

Until a little over two years ago.

The Doomsday Sect sent someone to check on my situation again.

This time, Kullos happened to be tested for compatibility with the Illusory Snake reagent.

If he underwent the reagent’s transformation and Enhancement, his chances of survival were about ten percent, which was very high, at least several times higher than my own chances.

Because of this, I got into an altercation and fight with the person the Doomsday Sect sent.

I didn’t win.

He set a fire, then threw Kullos, who was barely alive, in front of me.

To save him, I could only inject him with the reagent.

He was lucky and survived.

After that, I changed my identity and have been raising him with my own flesh and blood, but he was too young, and his mind was very vague. I could only continue to bring his parents in to train him into a relatively obedient individual."

"His parents?"

Brian pressed on: "Do his parents know about their son’s condition?"

"They knew, but Kullos devoured them during one of his fits of madness," Reinhardt’s voice grew weaker:

"Since then, I’ve realized he’s just a simple beast. To protect the townspeople from being killed by the Doomsday Sect, I had to control Kullos and cultivate the Heavenly Grass as they required.

It’s all my fault.

I couldn’t bear to leave the small town.

Kullos had serious mental issues, almost like a wild animal.

Although I tried hard, he still attacked anything that came near the Heavenly Grass.

That also led to the disappearance of several children afterward.

When it happened, I knew it was all going to end.

So I started cleaning up traces and preparing to take him away.

But I was still one step too late.

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