Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 193 - 193: Can’t I go another time?

He spoke as he drifted down memory lane.

*Fluorescent lights reflected off sterile white walls and polished steel.

Rows of high-tech equipment—monitors, IV stands, and glass containers filled with unknown substances—lined the walls, each connected to a pale figure restrained on the examination table.

The faint beeping of heart monitors echoed through the lab.

Suddenly a high-pitched tone blared from the pale girl's heart monitor.

The sound alerted three figures in white lab coats.

Scientist A read her vitals with an indifferent gaze. "Subject's vitals are destabilizing. Heart rate spiking—170 BPM and rising. V-fib onset." He stated calmly.

Scientist B stared down at her hologram screen and said with a disappointed sigh. "Expected. The strain was always going to be excessive at this stage. BP is tanking—50 over 20.''

Scientist C, a junior, suggested as he clicked on the hologram beside the girl's bed. "We could attempt stabilization. Defibrillating at 200 joules. Clear."

A sharp electric crack and the girl convulsed but the monitor stutters and resumes its erratic beeping.

Seeing no signs of improvement, Scientist A instructed. "No conversion. Increase to 300 joules. Again."

After another shock, there was still no change. The erratic beeping slowed, then began stretching out.

"Asystole setting in. No pulse. Do we bother with another round?" Scientist C said, turning to Scientist A for instructions.

"Waste of resources. She's nonviable. Mark time of death—03:52 AM." Scientist A spoke flatly, disappointed at another failed experiment.

A long, high-pitched tone rings out from the heart monitor. A second later, it cuts off with a dull click as the machine is switched off.

"Scientist B, record the data and dispose of the body. Prep the next subject." After her words, she stared at the body before leaving the two following along.

Unaware, a silver-haired boy watched them leave, murmuring, "500," his pale lips cracked.

"Subject 501 (Viktor) glanced at the ceiling blankly, counting the number of deaths. His golden eyes dimmed, void of life. He stared blankly at the tubes pumping an unknown liquid into his body.

Suddenly a voice interrupted his frozen state. "Wheel in Subject 501 to the neurotic chamber."

Viktor watched as two figures hovered over his bed. A click sounded, and the machine detached him.

He felt the bed move, but his expression remained blank as they wheeled him out.

He was sent to a white room, the walls mounted by hologram screens, and a glass showed three figures looking into the room.

They wheeled him into the centre of the room and left. The room fell eerily silent; only the loud thumping of his heart echoed in his ears, with no outside sounds reaching him.

Viktor sat up slowly, his young body aching, needle marks scattered across his pale skin beneath the flimsy white gown.

His golden eyes stayed emotionless as he stared ahead, fists clenching when the hologram screen lit up.

Images flashed erratically, some lingering for seconds, others for minutes.

The images on the screen flashed through his eyes, his eyes becoming confused as time passed by.

He was locked In the room for days, fed only when he neared death. Over time, he realized they were trying to control his mind.

For some reason, the technique failed, only triggering headaches.

After a week, he memorized every image flashing by—his gaze turning blank and unresponsive.

A scientist on the other side, read his brain chart. "Involuntary cognitive reconditioning has been successfully induced. Subject 501 exhibits full compliance with external directives, with marked suppression of independent critical thought and prior memory recall." He was deemed successful and released from the room.

"Though he failed to awaken his supernatural abilities and survived through those harsh experiments, they transferred him to another department.

''Assassination.''

Over the years, the boy grew into a man, shaped by their inhumane training. He was sent on missions, earning a near-perfect success rate.

Everything fell into a routine, a life meticulously planned by his supervisors.

Viktor dropped his weapons with a smile, liking their sharp edge. Pain wrapped around his wrist with a drowsy stare. "Master, hisss…. Remember, you have to go through a routine health check today. Don't endure your body cramps; tell them to check what's wrong with you."

Viktor, who was about to fall freely into his bed, paused, "Can't I go another time? I need to sleep; you were useless at the last mission, and I had to do everything myself." He drawled with a voice filled with blame.

"Hisss…..who expects their beats to swallow a bomb. Am I indestructible to you?" Pain hissed, angry and Viktor incredulous thought.

"Alright! I'm going—stop hissing, or I will peel out your scales." Viktor pinched his ears with a grimace and pinched Pain by the neck.

Pain thrashed its tail under his grip, but Viktor ignored its pleading gaze. He left the room, pressed his thumbprint to the door, and locked it behind him.

He walked through the hallway, passing others dressed in black as him. After thirty minutes, he entered the elevator.

He pressed a section of the wall, activating a hologram screen, then selected the last floor.

He stared at his reflection on the elevator steel door. Humming under his breath, he packed his long silver hair into a ponytail.

A chime sounded, and the elevator doors slid open.

Stepping out, he scanned his card on the guard's hologram screen; his information was brought out, confirming he was the one.

After a security scan, they let him pass into the scientist block.

''Code 501, undress for a full body check.'' A bored tone echoed through the room as he entered, almost sounding like a machine.

He turned to see a woman scrolling through her screen, holographic images reflecting in her eyes as she gestured toward the examination bed.

Viktor's body tensed at the sight of the beeping machine. The sterile air made his hands tremble, and painful memories flashed through his mind. He bit down hard on his tongue, fighting to suppress the deep-rooted fear.

''Stop dawdling, I don't have all day. Strip.'' The woman said without looking up from her screen.

Her voice snapped him from his haze. Forcing a calm smile, he stripped.

Putting on a flimsy white gown, he lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Sensing his master's unease, Pain coiled its tail around his wrist in silent comfort.