Subject No. 47, Evan Mayer

This is hard to believe, but this is the reality.

"If it were like this, wouldn't I be special?"

Come on, there will definitely be daddy system, golden finger, cheat, or something else!

I need help!

A few minutes later...

"..."

Fuck, no response.

"I think, I didn't have external help at the moment..."

Ok Evan, focus.

Evan flips through all the documents he holds, but it's a pity that he can't read the language written on it.

"There must be something else in here."

Not desperate, he found a book lying in the middle of the table. The title written on the book cover is "Project Vessel".

He opened that book.

"Shit, what language is this?"

Evan rubbed his head lightly, he tried to grab the remaining memories of the previous owner of the body.

Slowly, the unknown letters began to form meaning in his mind.

"Haha! Thank you."

The texts talk about the existential, and the experiments carried out for existential unification.

"Existential Unification Experiment?"

As Evan continued to read, his body felt increasingly hot. Unfortunately there is no further information in detail regarding the details of this experiment. He immediately turned page after page, trying to make sense of the situation that was taking place.

[Vessel Project – Subject No. 8 — Frenth Gerl]

Existential Essence Integration Experiment

Result: Failure

Notes: Subject displayed extreme rejection symptoms. The existential essence resisted fusion with the human vessel, leading to physical distortion and degradation. Subject deemed unfit and discarded.

[Vessel Project – Subject No. 17 — Rudiger Hamon]

Existential Essence Integration Experiment

Result: Failure

Notes: Subject exhibited lower rejection levels but was highly vulnerable to abrupt internal changes. The existential essence merged and immediately eradicated the subject's soul.

[Vessel Project – Subject No. 32 — Roselle Erlan]

Existential Essence Integration Experiment

Result: Failure

Notes: The existential essence accepted the subject's essence and fused with it. The subject's soul ignited and burned away. Mysteriously, the subject spontaneously combusted, corrupting the surrounding environment. Further investigation requested…

"W-what is this?!"

"Existential beings? What does that even mean?"

A severe migraine strikes Evan's head, his hands clasping the elbows of the table violently. Unknowingly, he broke a little part of it. He stayed sober and moved to look at the latest and most recent pages.

[Vessel Project – Subject No. 47 — Evan Mayer]

His heart was beating fast. His hands trembled as he read the next detail.

Surprisingly, the details of the information regarding Evan seem more complete than the rest of the subjects.

[Existential Essence Integration Experiment]

Experiment Result: Success

Status: Successfully survived the first phase of existential essence fusion.

Initial Response: Unstable—subject exhibited early symptoms of existential corruption.

Prediction: Subject may proceed to the second phase. Potential to become the perfect vessel…

Evan felt a cold sweat running down his back.

"I'm... a test subject?"

Wait, why is the subject name the same as my real name?

One guess crossed my mind.

"A Parallel World..."

He swallowed hard.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway outside the room.

CLACK—

CLACK—

Evan held his breath. The shadow of a person seemed to approach from behind the crack of the door. The choice is in his hands, will he hide, pretend to still faint, or prepare to fight back?

But one thing is for sure—Evan is no longer just an ordinary human being. The room is a little cramped, the choice of weapons that can be collected is also very limited.

There are three options, one of which is a long metal rod. Luckily there was a mangled mattress of which only the skeleton remained. I overhauled the frame of the mattress and tried to retrieve those metal rods.

Evan hid behind the door, holding his breath, making sure his grip on the metal rod was strong enough.

DRIP—

"HYAAA!"

As soon as the door opened, he immediately swung the weapon with the intention of knocking the man unconscious. But what appeared was precisely a beautiful girl—something he had not anticipated.

Shit!

It was too late to reverse course and cancel the attack he launched. However, he did not have time to hesitate.

I'm sorry, pretty girl. I was forced to do this!

Without a long thought, he still swung his metal rod at the woman's head.

Swing!

But to his surprise again, the woman already knew the trajectory of the attack. In an instant, he jumped backwards, dodging the attack with a movement too agile for someone who had just entered the room.

Before Evan can strike again, something strange happens. From the floor, thin roots appear and move quickly, wrapping around his legs and pulling them down.

BREAK!

Without having time to react, Evan fell to the floor violently, the metal rod in his hand detached and rolled away.

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I tried to answer, but the surprise is that I can't answer!

"..."

What are she trying to talk?

The woman walked toward the desk that was at the end of the lab.

Swing—

The girl's index finger extended toward the wall behind the desk filled with documents, books, and test tubes. In an instant the stone wall began to fly, the bricks were dismantled one after another.

Fuck am I hallucinatinating?

A gust of night air swept through the open gap, brushing against his ears.

Moonlight streamed in, casting a silver glow over her figure.

Evan could only stare.

Bathed in moonlight, the girl's presence was almost otherworldly like a figure from a forgotten legend.

Her long black hair cascaded down her back, catching the dim light in a faint shimmer.

She wore a flowing black gown that reached the floor, its design both elegant and eerily timeless. The edges of the fabric were tattered, as if they had withstood the passage of centuries, adding to the aura of an enigmatic, medieval sorceress.

There was no doubt about it—she was a witch.

I am not very familiar with the fashion of women, but I can judge that she is very beautiful even in clothes that show minimal sexuality. One by one, piles of books and documents floated before him.

Did she read it? If I look closely, she's more like an ally. The fact that she destroyed the wall alone convinced me of this. Especially in a mysterious laboratory like this, who would wear such feminine clothes if not an intruder?

Looking at it again, the place around us was completely silent. It was as if 'something' was observing this whole place. I don't know it but I have a bad feeling about this.

I don't dare to make a fuss anymore, for now it's best to be obedient and keep quiet. After all, who knows I'll be free if I can explain it well. Who knew that beautiful girl would set me free? It could be that she sees me as a threat.

Evan turned around and saw the wide open iron door, outside was a long, pitch-dark hallway. I could see that the chandeliers on each right-left of the wall with the eight corners had broken, causing the kerosene inside to flow out and drip down the tree.

Underneath, a carpet stretched straight through that narrow passageway. Looks like I can use it to light a fire and set it on fire.

But I am trapped by these roots, do not be fooled by her small, helpless appearance. It was I who was made helpless by him. Besides there is no guarantee that this silent mouth of mine will escape the magic of that beautiful girl.

This is a lose-lose solution. I was like a rat hit by an iron rat trap and stuck motionless in rat glue. Maybe to blur, but these roots will probably tear off some of my skin. Having made quite a lot of wounds on my body, then the risk of infection by bacteria would increase by getting through my wounds.

My body is also at its weakest. The initial condition was very, very bad. Dry skinny and malnutrition made my stamina even worse. I have very low confidence that I can run 10 yards without limping.

The heavy migraine effects of reading those documents and books also worsened the current state of my body. I don't know why this can happen, but I have some guesses that the various knowledge contained therein is taboo and should not be read by ordinary people.

Given that this world is a parallel world (deduction), mysticism things like this are indeed possible. Transmigrating in the world in the Middle Ages was also a great misfortune. Imagine a fragile and not soft mattress along with a hard, smelly pillow.

Ugh.

That means that my main goal right now is to find my way home to Earth. It would be great if time on Earth stopped when I returned. But I would only hope for a more reasonable possibility that time on Earth runs slower than in this world.

What steps should I take after this?

Perhaps the first and most important thing is to adapt—the strongest are not those with tremendous strength, but those who can adapt to everything—even if I am stranded in this world alone, I must be sure that I can survive and fight in every way I can.

Second, dig up as much information as possible. If I look at the atmosphere and conditions in my surroundings, I can guess one thing about this world. It is certain that this world is a Dark Fantasy world.

Look at the girl, her clothes are very gothic and charismatic. It's not that I like it or anything, I'm just scared. In the world before, I never played Souls like or any other triple-A game.

I have absolutely zero experience with this aspect. So, I wouldn't expect more to do something extraordinary. I'm just going to hide and figure out a way to get home! Long live the Earth! Liberty is my Last Name, Democration is my Heart! I am Democration! Rrrraaah!

Make Am***** Great Again!

A pair of purple eyes glowed sharply, staring at Evan with intimidating calm, as if able to strip his mind in just one glance.

"Subject No. 47, Evan Mayer."

The mysterious vibration made Evan goosebumps to his tailbone, he was unaware of the existence of this girl at all. He looked into those hypnotizing eyes.

The tiny roots that gripped Evan's body strengthened, growing sharp thorns that stuck out his skin. Evan shuddered when these sharp thorns pierced his skin.

"Now you belong to 'Us'—Contractor."

As soon as the word 'Contractor' was finished uttering, unimaginable pain pierced Evan's head. He instantly fainted on the spot.