nycdaug Chapter 267 Reset, Adjustment, and Glue
Chapter 267 Reset, Adjustment, and Glue
The young man, on the verge of collapse, knelt on both knees, tilting his head back to expose his long, shapely neck to the air.
The silver scalpel was pressed against the delicate skin of the throat. With a little force, it pierced the skin, and a string of tiny, bright red blood droplets slid down, like the fruit of a firethorn.
"Yes, if you want to salvage anything, you must first destroy everything." A loudspeaker in the corner of the laboratory blared.
The pain brought back a slight wave of reason, and the cloudy pupils showed no contraction or dilation under the light. In the end, with personal consciousness completely shattered, what knelt here was nothing more than a corpse, a resigned humiliation.
Instinctively obeying orders, Kurokawa Kagemitsu raised the scalpel high, its sharp blade gleaming coldly under the incandescent light.
"what."
His gaze was unfocused as he exhaled the last breath of his life, and then...
—Using all his strength, he decisively stabbed down!
Pfft!
Blood gushed from the wound under the pressure of the arteries, splashing high onto the pure white ceiling before crashing to the ground.
[Record complete, this record took 32 minutes and 14 seconds]
Looking down at the analysis images displayed on the screen, Haruka Kurokawa put her white lab coat back on and compared them with a slightly troubled expression:
"I remember the last reconciliation took about 45 minutes, and sure enough, Sogrid's holding time has shortened again. Is the wear and tear on human will truly inevitable?"
Analyzing the fluctuating light on the screen, Noah's Ark replied: [The current accumulated case data is insufficient; we suggest using more measurements with controlled variables.]
Kuromon Haruya helplessly tossed aside the data notebook: "That requires test subjects with a strong enough will. Not everyone can be glued back together after a breakdown."
[I see. ]
Pressing the button, the almost imperceptible psychedelic light in the experimental field disappeared. Kuromon Haruya stood in front of the isolation window, quietly watching Kurokawa Kagemitsu's wounds slowly heal under the suppression of the silver artifact.
The "Harmony" brainwashing program is a hypnotic program under development aimed at leaving a lasting thought imprint on immortals affected by the Elixir of Immortality. Its main steps are resetting, adjusting, and bonding.
Reset: Use mental attacks to completely destroy the test subject's mind, induce a complete personality collapse, and force them to commit suicide.
After the physical death status is refreshed, the immortal's fragile mental state will be restored to a certain extent and become malleable. Take this opportunity to prune any unsatisfactory branches until the requirements are met.
The bonding process involves repeatedly applying the solidification function of drinking and death after the target's mental state has reached the desired level, while incidentally giving the target appropriate hope to ensure the success rate of the bonding.
...However, at present, the only immortals he can sustain are Mary Akai, Hiromitsu Kurokawa, and Akemi Kuromiya, who can barely hold on. Among the other test subjects, none have survived two rounds of "reconciliation".
The restoration and fixation of the physical state is only the most superficial feature. Depending on the different obsessions of different people when drinking, the mental state fixed by the elixir of immortality will also be different.
The key factor that urges Morofushi Kagemitsu to commit suicide is that series of footsteps. Therefore, after his transformation, Sogrid's spiritual anchor points are fourfold: his resolute willingness to sacrifice himself to achieve his goals, his highly sensitive caution, his unwillingness to accept the failure of his mission, and his guilt towards Furuya Rei.
—He's practically a natural-born prodigy.
Unlike him, Akemi Miyano died filled with fear and relied mainly on her love for her family to keep her going.
Mary Akai, on the other hand, was quite calm... Should I say that it was fortunate that she didn't become a lesbian after being "orally administered" the drug by Vermouth?
"What is the approximate effect of silver artifacts on the restoration of ordinary immortals?"
Noah's Ark: [According to high-speed camera observations, wounds caused by silver objects have healed at a rate 66.6% slower than before, and the healing process will be indefinitely prolonged if silver objects remain.]
'The conclusion is no different from that obtained in the original experiment.'
"Thank you, you've been a great help."
Slightly relieved, Kuromon Haruya turned around and pulled out an old rapier from among the various weapons and firearms: "The gift I asked you to help repair can be thawed now. After I've trained Sugrid... I can take you to see your old friends."
As he spoke, he casually twirled his sword and walked into the laboratory.
The healing process began; the leather shoes smacked against the pool of blood with a sticky, slapping sound. Kuromon Haruya coldly stared down at Kurokawa Kagemitsu, who was clutching his throat in agony on the floor. After a moment, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips:
“Come on, Sogrid. Let me, the doctor, help you with your counseling.”
...
Time spent in the laboratory always seems exceptionally long; normally, it can be described as an eternity.
Although Kurokawa Kagemitsu was reluctant to admit it, he could only briefly confront himself during moments of reconciliation.
Just like now.
"Uh-huh!"
"The 34rd time."
A sharp blade pierced his left lung. Kuromon Haruya pressed close to Kurokawa Kagemitsu, savoring his painful gasps, then switched to Ogihara Kenji's voice:
"Keep it up, Jingguang. I visited the squad leader a few days ago. He's in stable condition in the hospital. The caregiver said he can occasionally turn over involuntarily!"
"Cough, cough!" A few wisps of blood splattered from the corner of his mouth, but Kurokawa Kagemitsu couldn't help but smile with relief: "Really? That's great."
Can't he tell that this is the boss?
His gaze swept over the face facing him, and Kurokawa Kagemitsu's answer was no... but he couldn't deny that the look of longing in his eyes was so poignant it brought tears to his eyes, a look uniquely belonging to his second year of graduate school.
...From a certain moment on, it might not matter whether the person on the other side was Haruya Kuromon or not.
Kurokawa Kagemitsu closed his eyes peacefully: "Where is Natalie, the class president's girlfriend?"
"He was still waiting outside the clinic with unwavering devotion. After finding a stable job, he would come to check on me every two weeks... Did he die?"
...
The 68th time.
From the shadowy figure gripping his neck, came Yamamura Misao's voice:
"Xiao Jing, I've successfully become a police officer! Where have you been? I can't find you anywhere, even though I want to reunite with you."
"Little Cao... I secretly left you a message behind the sign on the left side of the entrance to the secret base."
...
The 100th time.
"Kagemitsu, my child..." His mother's voice was like a warm embrace, making Kurokawa Kagemitsu almost want to drown in it and never wake up again.
"Mom..." he murmured, a tear sliding down his cheek, mingling with the blood on his face, looking particularly glaring. "I'm so sorry..."
I'm sorry, I didn't appreciate the dinner you worked so hard to make that night because I was a picky eater.
I'm sorry I couldn't remember the killer's face, which prevents you from resting in peace.
Sorry, I was being a little temperamental and didn't warn you of the impending danger in time.
I'm sorry, I didn't live a good life as a son.
"It's alright, none of this is a problem, Jingguang."
Haruya Kuromon gently embraced Kagemitsu Kurokawa, his movements tender and delicate, like the Virgin Mary's compassion for her child, filled with boundless love and pity. He softly stroked the disheveled hair on Kurokawa's head, his voice gentle and alluring.
"Because you will stay by the boss's side, obey his every word, and endure humiliation to avenge us, Zero, and the countless innocent lives that have been harmed, right?"
His deep, empty, jet-black eyes were like black holes that devoured everything. Kurokawa Kagemitsu stared at him silently, his eyes twitching painfully for a moment before suddenly relaxing.
“Yes,” he finally spoke, closing his eyes peacefully and hoarsely, “I will obey all of the boss’s orders for you.”
"Good boy."
As Kuromon Haruya brought down his blade, the electronic counter on the wall, covered in a massive amount of blood, silently incremented by one.