My Cell Prison
Chapter 1355 - Chapter 1355: Chapter 1353: Pandora's Magic Box

Chapter 1355: Chapter 1353: Pandora’s Magic Box

“Have you seen Dumps? And Green, how will we meet up later?”

Helen’s anxiety was mostly focused on Dumps, over ninety percent of it.

“With your abilities, you should be able to resist the infection of the pathogens, stay here for now… I will deal directly with the ruler here and ask him to let everyone out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s good, you look pretty reliable~”

Helen led Han Dong deep into the center of the [High-security Zone].

The cylindrical core laboratory was located here.

“Those three guys who came here before us should be from a hostile force. One of them was really good at technology~ with a body like liquid metal, all shiny and bling-bling.”

“Liquid metal.”

“Yes, yes, yes~ that’s the word! This guy flowed his body into the control panel of the lab and deciphered it in no time, super impressive… It’s just a pity he still ended up dead.”

“So mechanical metal is vulnerable to strain infection as well, and it can still lead to death? The lethality indeed seems very high.

Later, Miss Helen, please stay outside and close the nearby passages. Don’t let anyone near while I’m absorbing the strain.

This strain should be the core product of the research institute; it might take me a while to absorb it.”

“Okay~” Helen herself was quite wary of this strain, so she was very willing to stay outside, “Aren’t you afraid of dying? The three who just died were all of open-door level~”

“I’m confident… I’ll leave the outside situation to Miss Helen.”

A few mummy bandages floated out, and Han Dong once again took on the Posture of the Deceased.

The deciphered security door opened with a push.

Behind the door was not directly the culture room where the strains were stored. There were still two layers of [Isolation Zone] in between… Just being here, Han Dong could feel a sense of unease.

At the same time, his right arm also began to resonate.

The giant eye, a product of the G virus, opened on its own, and the arm had flesh-like granules undulating up and down…

“This inexplicable sense of danger is indeed rare, no wonder it led to the death of three open-door individuals… It was the correct decision to collect the other two strains as [components] beforehand.”

Despite the danger, Han Dong felt more excitement right now.

Coming to the end of the isolation zone, he pushed open the sealed safety door and entered a high-pressure, oxygen-less culture room.

The three corpses that Helen spoke of were scattered in different positions, corresponding to:

A completely liquefied metallic machinery,

A muscular man with black dragon scales,

And a craftsman almost identical to a human being, much like a scholar.

The exquisite culture dishes were overturned on the ground, and the so-called ‘Deathless’ strain was nowhere to be found.

“Judging by the scene, someone tried to absorb the strain, leading to the death of the entire team… The contagion is very strong, the strain must be temporarily residing in one of the corpses.”

Han Dong first knelt down to examine the corpse of the Dragon Descendant covered in black scales.

There was no strong reaction when his right arm touched the surface of the corpse, but at the tip of the Dragon Descendant’s fingers, he found tiny holes that seemed to indicate the cause of death, only as thick as a strand of hair.

He then turned to the nearby liquid metal, where his right arm still did not react.

Finally, his gaze naturally fell on the ‘scholarly’ craftsman.

“Is it inside here?”

Just as Han Dong was cautiously approaching the corpse, preparing to touch it with his right arm to check.

“Prophet first”

The Demon Eye had already foreseen something was about to attack.

However, Han Dong did not make any evasive movements but continued to move toward the scholar’s corpse.

Whoosh!

The hyperplasia as thin as hair strands shot out directly from the scholar’s mouth.

Based on the situation at hand, Han Dong could assert that this was a self-conscious strain of fungus, intentionally lurking within the corpse, waiting for prey to come within an adequate shooting range, and then immediately invading by launching spore filaments.

There was no dodging it.

The filaments shot precisely into the chest, leaving behind a small-scale perforation resembling a miniature hole.

At this moment, Han Dong’s pupils contracted dramatically, and his body reacted violently, convulsing and spasming.

At the same time.

Someone was secretly watching all this.

In a room filled with cables and thousands of monitors, a ‘handsome’ guy whose facial skin was stitched onto his face with suturing technique was peering excitedly at the screen in front of him.

His hands clasped behind his head, legs in jeans and shiny leather shoes propped up on the console.

“Not dying immediately, that’s better than most of the samples.

But the situation does not look very optimistic.

Even if the [component] is found in advance, it’s just accepting the fungal strain in a normal, routine manner.

The company once offered up more than thirteen thousand high-quality samples, similarly accepting the [component] first, followed by fusion with [Lifeless], the outcome was that one died more miserably than the last.

I hope that you, a demon lifeform from S-01, can be different.

As long as you can do it, I will make a fortune! Don’t let me down, I have spent a hefty price to get the Black Tower to let me back here. Come on, young man.”

Handsome Jack had started to daydream about the future, even to the point where his pupils actually took on the shape of banknotes, and the banknotes even had his own portrait printed on them.

Not long after Jack had slipped into his fantasies, changes on the monitoring screen abruptly pulled him back to reality.

“Hmm? What’s going on here?”

In the screen, Han Dong was no longer feeling unwell in his body.

Instead, he maintained a standard sitting posture.

Moreover, when the monitor was focused on Han Dong, there was a ‘distortion feeling’, as if some kind of vortex was affecting the image.

…

Han Dong had deliberately lured the fungus into his body.

It was unexpected, however, that the moment the strain entered the body, it erupted with such intense destructiveness that not even the Black Vortex Trunk could contain it, and it only slowly came under control as time went on.

With the rotation of the Black Whirlpool, the fungal strain was also brought into this regular rotation.

Transporting this aggressive, lethal fungal strain to the right arm… However, the purpose of sending it to the right arm was not to combine it with the [component].

Instead, it was to let the fungal strain meet the G-virus that had gone through many generations of propagation.

The strain is always cellular in nature, and when it comes to the territory long dominated by the G-virus, it immediately encounters cellular invasion at the nuclear level.

“Since it is a strain that carries self-consciousness, your inner consciousness must be eroded.

I suppose Hyperion Corporation has been struggling with this issue… Once the consciousness is completely eroded, combined with two [components] can then constitute Hyperion Corporation’s ultimate legacy.

This thing is not meant for enhancing or upgrading individuals.

It is a symbol of an ‘eternal treasury’ representing the world of Pandora… The name of the project that was torn apart must be [Pandora’s Magic Box].

Speaking of which, this thing is really powerful.

Lucky for me to have met Miss Helen, with her guarding outside, I can basically feel at ease here to combat the fungal strain.”

Han Dong, together with the consciousness of the Count, jointly controlled the right arm,

and in combination with the Holy Sword Bloodline flowing in the veins and tentacles replacing flesh… Even so, it was still somewhat difficult to restrain.

Crack! During the process of the G-virus’s invasion of the fungal strain, small-scale tumor explosions kept occurring on the surface of the right arm, almost blasting it into an unrecognizable shape.

Miss Helen, waiting outside the laboratory, also heard the continuous explosions, sounding like firecrackers.

“Nicholas isn’t dead, is he?”