Chapter 780 - 671: There’s Something Wrong

Chapter 780: Chapter 671: There’s Something Wrong

Although it was the other party who was electrocuted in the dream, Zuo Bai couldn’t shake the feeling that it was him who had been shocked repeatedly all night.

Moreover, despite the absurd and bizarre nature of the dream, it presented an unsettling sense of "reality."

Every detail in the dream was terrifyingly coherent, logically consistent, and everything felt lifelike and seamless.

It gave Zuo Bai the impression that what he experienced last night was not a mere illusion, but a real, painful, and eerie ordeal.

The evidence... was the biochip implanted in his brain.

Every night when he slept, the chip would switch to "sleep mode" automatically, which theoretically meant... he wouldn’t dream.

The last time he had a dream was a long time ago.

"So, there’s something very wrong with this dream..."

Zuo Bai murmured softly, rubbing his throbbing temples,

"But where exactly is the problem?"

Zuo Bai couldn’t figure out where the problem lay.

But his intuition told him that when something was unclear, it likely had to do with [Mask].

Though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how, he increasingly felt that even in dreams, [Mask] exuded a sinister aura.

Zuo Bai shook his head, deciding not to dwell on the dream for now, but an unknown seed had already quietly taken root in his heart.

He had a more pressing matter to attend to... something he needed to handle immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Zuo Bai reached into his pocket and pulled out a brand-new phone, composing a brief email to his good student Zhao Jingyi.

Yes.

After acquiring a new bed, Zuo Bai had also obtained a new phone.

He felt an enormous sense of personal respect and the freedom of communication.

Though it was just a small gesture, knowing that it was [Destiny] who granted him these made the bed and phone seem priceless.

Of course, Zuo Bai remained cautious and refrained from making a direct video call to Zhao Jingyi.

The reason was that based on scattered clues, Zuo Bai had deduced the ability of Master of Ceremonies and those "White Eyes."

In light of this, a phone call would obviously expose too much information, whereas a short email was more discreet and secure.

Just a single line of text, without context, even if shown to Master of Ceremonies, wouldn’t reveal much.

——Don’t retrieve the item yet; the time has been changed. Wait for my further instructions.

Zuo Bai quickly typed this line on the screen and hit send.

The information transformed into invisible waves, instantly traveling a great distance toward Zone 6.

Watching the email status change to "sent," Zuo Bai exhaled gently and put away his phone.

.....

Meanwhile, in Zone 6.

At Eternal Life Technology, in a secret underground laboratory.

The air remained perpetually cool, filled with the faint antiseptic and subtly sweet scent of some biological culture solution. The cold white light evenly illuminated a vast, sci-fi-like space.

The most striking feature was a row of massive cylindrical glass incubation tanks lining the walls.

Each tank stood four meters tall, filled with a ghostly green viscous liquid, in which eerie, malformed organisms were suspended.

Most still retained some human features, but far more of them had twisted into indescribable aberrations.

Excessively proliferating tumors, mutated limbs, exposed bones or shells, unrecognizable organ structures—all floated slowly within the green liquid.

The cold metal bases of each glass tank were inscribed with chilling numbers: from left to right, E-1, E-2, E-3... stretching on.

At this moment, in front of the fourth-last tank marked "E-37," stood a woman clad in a white researcher’s uniform, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

It was Zhao Jingyi.

Thanks to her mentor Zuo Bai’s recent promotion and delegation of authority, there was a subtle change in her demeanor.

The previous cautious anxiety had faded significantly, replaced by an increasingly composed calmness.

Standing there with a poised demeanor and sharp gaze, she had the air of an increasingly independent lab supervisor.

She focused intently on the experimental incubation subject inside "E-37," holding an electronic notepad, occasionally using a stylus to quickly record observational data.

"The current distortion rate has decreased to 2.9%. Surface characteristics are stabilizing, and life signals are steady..."

She whispered to herself as her pen glided across the screen,

"What an astonishing adaptability reversal... it seems more and more like a normal human."

Unlike the grotesque monsters in the other tanks, the entity within E-37 was slender-limbed and curled up, suspended in the green liquid center.

Except for a slightly protruding short horn on the brow, its surface was smooth, features well-proportioned, almost indistinguishable from a slumbering ordinary human female.

From the back of its neck extended several thin, flexible tubes, resembling life-giving umbilical cords, connecting it to the vast mainframe behind.

Zhao Jingyi gazed upon the quiet, almost sanctified incubation subject, gently adjusting her glasses, her eyes glinting slightly.

After a moment, she suddenly spoke, inquiring to the assistant standing near her: "Is the convoy ready?"

The lab assistant beside her was a younger-looking woman, reverently responding as Zhao Jingyi once did to her mentor:

"Senior sister, I’ve arranged everything as you instructed.