It was as if the intense white light rushing through the tunnel rushed into Rong Wan's brain. He was in a cold sweat all of a sudden, opened his eyes, and found himself sitting in a room with several other people with military ranks sitting beside him. It was the warden of the prison who was talking to him, bending over and smiling.

He looked down at himself, the dark black and green uniform was meticulous, the three bars on his right shoulder symbolizing authority, and the high gold-rimmed glasses between his eyebrows covered his handsome, but gloomy eyebrows—

This is not that perverted general who is Zhu Jing?

The warden kicked a sackcloth bag again, kicked the heavy object fiercely in front of Zhu Jing, smiled humbly and said, "Also, this slave has been prepared for you a long time ago. On the battlefield, his physical fitness is very strong, no matter how he fights, he can't kill him, and he has a post-war stress response, which is more valuable than other slaves! Do you like it?"

Chapter 2 Experiments are disfigured and pitiful

In the room filled with icy iron and full of violence, there were five generals, headed by Zhu Jing.

In front of them, the warden brought five huge sackcloth bags in total. Those sacks contained all living people—or, in this empire, they couldn’t be called people, but they were just slaves who were inferior to ants.

After the Empire's war ended, some of the upper classes suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, a disease. Some generals have nightmares, change in temperament, and can't help but want to beat others. So, in order to reward these generals who set medals for the empire, the empire allows them to choose their own slaves - slaves specially used to humiliate, beat, and vent.

As Rong Wan had read in the first volume of "Aliens", those sackcloth bags slowly oozing red blood, meandering in strange shapes on the icy floor. The contents of the bag were all curled up into a ball, and the mouth of the bag was tightly tied and airtight. These people did not care whether the slaves in the bag would be suffocated to death——

The life and death of slaves were not on their minds.

The skinny slave in the bag in the far corner was trembling, and even scared to incontinence. The stench of excrement and urine emanated from the bag, making the air instantly filled with a foul smell.

A major with a lower rank sitting behind Rong Wan frowned in disgust.

The warden was startled and glanced viciously at the slave in the corner, fearing that this smelly slave would provoke the wrath of the generals, so he quickly ordered his subordinates to drag it down and replace it with a new slave.

The new slaves were also squeezed into burlap bags and smashed to the ground with a bang. The slave seemed to be much more docile, crawling on the ground, not daring to move.

The scene in front of him was all seen by Rong Wan in the novel, but when he saw it all with the naked eye, his stomach suddenly turned violently, and he almost felt sick to the point of wanting to vomit!

The few understated sentences in the original text are already such severe torture in this world. He couldn't imagine whether all the suffering that happened to the protagonist could still be simply described with the word "suffering".

Seeing that General Zhujing's expression was not worried and he didn't open his mouth, the warden hurriedly ordered his subordinates to open the mouths of the five sackcloth bags, kicking one by one as if offering treasures, causing the slaves in the bags to scream—

Except for the one in front of Zhu Jing.

The slave did not call.

The shackles on him were more and heavier than any other slave. The icy shackles choked his neck, wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and the shackles tightly clasped him so that he could not even breathe. One of his broken eye sockets was hollowly exposed, and a strangely shaped bone skeleton was exposed on the half. Several places on his body were bloody, and the viscous blood turned into black blood scabs, exuding a rotten and stench. His skin was sickly pale, and only the open eye was staring at Zhu Jing—and the others.

There was nothing in his eyes, like a weapon without self-awareness, cold, weird, deformed, only instinctive hatred and hatred for everyone in this room. It was like an abyss, pure black, desperate, full of death.

Under the stare of those eyes, Rong Wan suddenly felt a sense of despair that he wanted to escape.

- Is this the protagonist?

Like a slug sprinkled with salt, slumped on the ground, lingering on the ground, shackled by mouth shackles, unable to squeak even in pain, and treated like ants—this is to be tortured alive for seven million words, experienced The protagonist of five reincarnations?

When reading the text, Rong Wan was already depressed, but he didn't have any substantial anger. However, when he saw this scene with his own eyes, he felt a volcanic eruption-like anger in his heart, and an inexplicable sense of guilt. He didn't dare to look into that eye, but felt that the airtight room was extremely hot and perverted, so he pulled the tie in front of his chest.

The warden's flattering voice interrupted him: "How about it, generals, these are the best in this batch and will never disappoint you."

Rong Wan looked away with difficulty and glanced at several other sackcloth bags. Compared with the protagonist, the wounds on the slaves in the bags are much less, and they don't look so embarrassed. Two of them are shivering, one is lying on the ground like a corpse waiting for bad luck to come, and the other is like suffering from Stockholm, right Rong Wan burst into a pleasing smile——

Indeed, none of these slaves can match the sense of fate of the monster on the protagonist. Compared with them, the hatred and death in the protagonist's eyes are more deformed and beautiful, making people want to push him further into the abyss, watch him struggle, and watch him self-destruct.

Rong Wan discovered this, and naturally the other majors and generals also discovered this. What the warden focused on was really the best stuff.

So, the lieutenant general on the right of Rong Wan, whose rank was only one step lower than Zhu Jing, wiped his mouth open from excitement with his thumb, stared at the protagonist lying on the ground, and stood up excitedly. Get up: "If Admiral Zhu Jing doesn't like this monster, I will take it away!"