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Chapter 338: After the modification - 310 The Snail

Chapter 338: After the modification: Chapter 310 The Snail

"I’ll lock their location."

Zijing Zhao clasped her hands together and released the [Point Array Detection] skill. The light points of the three-headed six-armed mutated monster and Dorling Gray merged into one, fleeing rapidly along the floors, absorbing electricity along the way.

It’s unclear if it was pre-set by Dr. Noah or if it’s part of the design, but after the power supply stopped, all the airtight doors automatically opened.

Zijing Zhao floated at the forefront, leading the way while the rest of the players followed behind, looking pained and tense.

Chasing monsters in unfamiliar terrain carries the risk of falling into traps, but there’s no choice—

Not to mention, the "Nezha" running around could damage the tower’s power system, and who knows what it’s planning by kidnapping three players.

Using them as food, devouring flesh to heal wounds? Or using Dorling Gray and the others as high-energy incubators, to hatch a bunch of small mutated monsters.

When we meet, I’d be bound to say, "Are you two giving birth to aliens?"

Or "Congratulations, you’ve laid an egg, weighing a hundred kilograms plus seven ounces, both father and son are safe."

Using his Multi-threaded Brain Domain Method, Li Cheng let his mind wander, catching a glimpse of a cloud with some kind of huge shadow flitting past...

"Is this the hydroponic room?"

Bai Jixiong’s voice came from upstairs. Along Nezha’s escape route, the group arrived at a spacious, dim area.

There were numerous glass racks here, stretching to the ceiling, equipped with grow lights, automatic watering devices, and semi-sealed tanks filled with withered vegetables and fruits.

"These vegetables are probably products of genetic engineering too..."

Fudging Dragon stirred the tank; despite being withered, the plants were much larger than normal and had more sprawling roots.

Clang.

A sound came from behind. Fudging Dragon turned his head, seeing several lower-level players lifting tank equipment off the racks and packing them into their Backpack.

"Is this really necessary..."

Fudging Dragon’s eye twitched. Clearly, these players had learned from the U.S. soldiers stealing oil and wheat in Syria, taking advantage of every chance to grab some genetically modified seeds.

The players ignored Fudging Dragon’s peculiar look, packing the stuff while saying, "Even a fly’s leg is still meat."

"Yes indeed, Mr. Dragon, you’re a core member of the Special Affairs Bureau; you can get tool scrolls reimbursed by your superiors. We small fry have to fend for ourselves."

"Exactly, full-bellied folks don’t understand the hunger of the starving. Back then, I had to kill more than twenty people to muster the courage to steal a wallet and charge my mobile game with 648 yuan."

Fudging Dragon felt a headache coming on and sighed, "Mr. Aphid, can you stop egging them on?"

According to the bureau’s data, Aphid always got A to S ratings in every task, definitely not poor.

Besides, who still steals traditional wallets? At least steal electronic wallets with encrypted currency.

Thud!

A player accidentally knocked over a tempered glass tank, spilling its liquid everywhere, releasing an awful, nauseating odor.

"What’s this..."

Li Cheng’s expression turned serious as his flashlight swept over the yellow-brown liquid, finding a rotting, irregularly shaped flat meat patty nearly a meter in diameter.

The Information Integration Glasses identified it as "Artificial Beef."

Artificial meat comes in two types: one made from soy protein and flavoring agents, which is simpler in terms of technology.

The other type is true meat, created by culturing animal muscle tissue stem cells in Petri dishes, combining cell biology and material science in tissue engineering.

The rotting meat patty in the tank was obviously the latter. In the real world, the development of artificial true meat technology is slow due to high costs, but Dr. Noah’s technology is quite advanced.

"Prometheus and Gen-Sys would definitely pay a high price for this."

Hyena exclaimed excitedly and was about to carry the tank off the shelf when he saw Li Cheng put on rubber gloves and pick up the rotten patty.

"??? Mr. Aphid, you’re not going to eat that, are you? It’s inedible."

The people around him were stunned, though Aphid’s actions were unpredictable, eating this rotten meat was pushing the physiological limits of even observers.

"Love the quote from ’Lonely Gourmet’ Island City’s Old Eight, ’Whether fragrant or foul, once it’s in your mouth, it’s all meat.’"

Li Cheng said casually, "Are you really grossed out by mere rotten meat? Today’s youth are truly getting weaker; back in our days, we would eat herring mixed with Kiviak paired with Icelandic fermented shark meat when there was nothing else during script tasks."

The reputation of herring requires no elaboration, Kiviak is a traditional Inuit food made by sealing small seabirds inside fresh seal skin to ferment for three months, then sucking out their fermented, rotten entrails.

Icelandic fermented shark meat has a peculiar ammonia flavor akin to jelly made from aged latrine grime.

Ignoring the constipated looks on everyone’s faces, Li Cheng carefully observed the edges of the artificial meat and found something peculiar.

Bite marks, dense, non-human bite marks.

"We have company."

Upon hearing Li Cheng’s words, Zijing Zhao turned around and scanned again using the Point Array Detection skill.

The vast, dimly lit room wasn’t just occupied by their players; the corners hid countless light points.

Rustle—rustle—

From under the tanks, racks, and lights, thousands of snails slowly crawled out, their shells thicker and larger than ordinary snails, with protruding holes on the sides.

An invisible pressure spread; the next moment, a snail’s shell erupted with blue flames, shooting like lightning and slicing a deep, bone-deep cut on Hyena’s forehead.

Li Cheng shouted in amazement, "Whoa, turbocharged snails!"

"Bad pun, fine!"

Cold sweat broke out on Fudging Dragon’s forehead as he retreated step by step. The countless snails in the hydroponic room aimed at the players and fired one by one.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—

A player who was conversing with them just now failed to dodge and was pierced through the skull by dozens of snails, collapsing while holding an unopened protective skill scroll.

These mutated snails had ridiculously hard shells, with turbocharging speeds over Mach 2. Each snail was comparable to large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs, easily piercing steel frames, embedding in walls, and penetrating bodies.

As for the players’ counterattacks, not only were they ineffective, but they were completely useless.

The snails were too fast to be affected even by large-scale flames, traversing fire with speed advantage, immune to heat conduction.

Zijing Zhao’s telekinesis could penetrate snail shells and kill the relatively soft snail bodies.

But compared to the number in the tens of thousands, it wasn’t enough.

They could only switch from offense to defense, working with Fudging Dragon to create temporary alloy steel walls, retreating towards the hydroponic room’s exit.

"I can’t hold on much longer."

Fudging Dragon kept painting new steel plates to replace the worn ones, growing paler. Every time he used the brush, it consumed his Spiritual Power Value, Sanity Value, and unquantifiable "Divine Wisdom."

"I’ll do it."

Li Cheng frowned, looking grave. Under everyone’s expectant gaze, he suddenly pulled out...

The blue-green electric pesticide sprayer used by old farmers in fields.

Whoosh!

Li Cheng poured clean water into it, added several bags of pesticide, then inserted the sprayer’s nozzle through a hole in the alloy steel wall, frantically spraying outside while chanting.

"A bag of molluscicide, a bag of methomyl, a bag of avermectin, a bag of insect growth regulator... even if you are the snail god, I’ll kill you today!"

As Li Cheng issued his passionate declaration, the thousands of snails hit by the pesticide spray slowed down and gradually lost their vitality.

The rest of the snails, after a short delay, retracted into their shells, spewing mucus to seal the openings, ignoring the pesticide spray and charging towards the steel wall.

Pesticides, though effective, need direct contact with the snail’s soft body to work.

"Hahaha."

Li Cheng laughed heartily and decisively turned to run, shouting to his comrades standing still, "Those who run slow are fools, hey!"

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