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Professor Ha connected.

On the screen, Quy Thu Nguyet's image appeared.

"Grandpa Ha."

Quy Thu Nguyet sat there, her face slightly pale, as if her body had some problem.

"Thu Nguyet, what happened to you?"

Some time ago, people from the Sa Mac base had come to their place, transporting some battle armor and also samples of Van Van's blood.

Research requires a group of people to study together to spark different breakthroughs.

Suddenly.

Professor Ha saw an empty syringe in Quy Thu Nguyet's hand, and his expression couldn't help but show shock.

"You injected the lucky cells extracted from Van Van's blood into your body?"

"Yes, I injected them. I know Grandpa Ha definitely wanted to inject himself too, so I injected them early before opening the video call with Grandpa Ha."

Quy Thu Nguyet adjusted her glasses frame. The surrounding environment had been sealed off, precisely to prevent any problems from arising that might affect others in the base.

"Foolish, you are foolish! How could you casually inject lucky cells into your body? Do you know how dangerous this kind of behavior is? It will devour and replace the original cells in your body!"

Professor Ha regretted it. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have given the lucky cell sample to Quy Thu Nguyet.

He knew Quy Thu Nguyet's personality.

Quy Thu Nguyet smiled, "Grandpa Ha, I'm not foolish. I understand what I'm doing. Between me and Grandpa Ha, I can afford to have something happen, Grandpa Ha cannot. I know Grandpa Ha would definitely encounter difficulties with the lucky cells. Much earlier, I injected animal with zombie blood, and later injected animals with lucky cells, but ultimately, all failed.

I think Grandpa Ha must be thinking, is this due to species limitations? To obtain effective data, it must be conducted on human bodies. I also know Grandpa Ha wouldn't want to experiment on others and would ultimately only experiment on himself. So I can't let that happen."

Quy Thu Nguyet drew her own blood with a syringe, then sealed it well for storage.

"Grandpa Ha, this is my blood after injecting the lucky cells. And now I will observe the situation in the blood."

After speaking, the image shifted.

Professor Ha had many things he wanted to say, but he knew now that saying more was useless. What had happened had happened. He only hoped Quy Thu Nguyet could be safe and sound, and that the lucky cells wouldn't cause any danger to the human body.

However...

Often, what one thinks about is what one fears.

The lucky cells injected into the body, as if taking root, were actually continuously devouring the surrounding cells. It was as if the lucky cells considered this human body their own territory, and all other cells were invaders, devouring them like they were the zombie virus.

Pfft!

Instantly, the screen turned red.

Quy Thu Nguyet spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The splattered blood was light red, looking like water.

Immediately after.

Quy Thu Nguyet's voice came through.

"Grandpa Ha, my arm's skin shows signs of decay."

Hearing these words.

Professor Ha was somewhat anxious, constantly thinking of solutions.

Suddenly.

He seemed to have thought of something, "Thu Nguyet, quickly inject the zombie virus! Quick, it must be quick!"

Quy Thu Nguyet endured the pain, picked up a syringe filled with zombie virus, and fiercely jabbed it into her arm.

Professor Ha steadied his breathing.

He didn't know if it would be useful.

But this was the only way; otherwise, he really didn't know what to do.

Waiting.

It felt like a very long time had passed.

"Grandpa Ha, I feel much better."

Quy Thu Nguyet finished speaking, examined her arm. The areas that had shown signs of decay, as if having received some kind of treatment, were actually gradually recovering.

At the same time, she drew more blood and observed it.

Under Professor Ha's observation, the zombie virus was fighting against the lucky cells, to the extent that the lucky cells had no time to manage Quy Thu Nguyet's normal body cells.

Professor Ha frowned.

Although it was temporarily stable, if this situation continued, the zombie virus in Quy Thu Nguyet's body would eventually dissipate. By then, the same situation would probably occur again.

Could it be... one really had to continuously inject the zombie virus to maintain the current situation?

Research on lucky cells might really have to stop here.

Professor Ha grabbed his pale hair, falling into a predicament, somewhat anxious, somewhat helpless. Quy Thu Nguyet's situation left him at his wit's end, momentarily not knowing what to do. The tenacity of the lucky cells surpassed his imagination.

The serum could devour the zombie virus.

Lucky cells also had this ability, even stronger, and more destructive.

"Thu Nguyet, notify me immediately if any situation arises. For your safety and the safety of the base, do not leave随意 (casually/at will), and don't even come into contact with anyone." Professor Ha also didn't want such a situation to occur.

But this was the only thing that could be done now.

Quy Thu Nguyet's mental state gradually recovered, and she smiled, "I know."

She saw the grave expression of Grandpa Ha. She could also feel her own body's situation. Was there a way out after injecting lucky cells? Definitely not. Besides moving forward, there was no other choice.

Regret?

Definitely no regret.

If she regretted it, she wouldn't have done such a reckless thing.

She just wanted to use herself as a test subject. Grandpa Ha's knowledge was the most precious treasure among existing humans; absolutely nothing could happen to him.

"What? They still haven't returned?"

Hung Ung was very shocked. When the people from Ngan Ha base said that those sent to retrieve the battle armor hadn't returned, he was thoroughly bewildered.

Damn it, they had been gone for several days already.

Even riding horses, they should have arrived by now.

They not only carried battle armor but also some crystals. These were essential weapons for humanity's fight against zombies. Please don't tell me that group encountered a zombie attack on their way back.

No matter how one thought about it, it felt somewhat impossible.

If one were even slightly careful.

It would be unlikely for such a thing to happen.

And at this moment.

In a shelter more than four hundred kilometers away from Ngan Ha base.

"I've already said everything I should say."

A young scientific researcher, covered in wounds, looked at the group of beast-like, demonic survivors before him. He was truly terrified, always feeling that these people's eyes looked like they could eat people.

"You said this is battle armor, and this is a crystal. The crystal can be absorbed by the battle armor, making it stronger?"

The one speaking was a burly man with a beard, his face full of ferocity, his sturdy body indicating his great strength.

There were other survivors around, looking at the metal battle armor in the iron box, emitting strange sounds.

The scientific researcher swallowed and nodded fearfully.

"Yes, that's the situation. Can you please not hurt me? I am a scientific researcher; I am very useful."

He still didn't know what had happened.

Their group was returning with the items.

Suddenly.

The armored vehicle tumbled, as if it had suffered some kind of impact. When he woke up, he saw a group of people surrounding him, their eyes fierce, as if they wanted to swallow him whole.

It scared him into quickly stating his identity.

The burly man took the battle armor out of the box with one hand. With the help of others around, he successfully put it on, then grabbed a crystal and slapped it against the battle armor. With a thump, the crystal shattered, and its energy merged into the battle armor.

The scientific researcher watched, dumbfounded.

He knew the hardness of crystals. The other party's hand actually smashed it just like that.

"You... you are an Awakened one!"

As the scientific researcher said these words, the burly man stared fiercely at the scientific researcher.

"What again is an Awakened one?"

The scientific researcher was scared into trembling, already frightened out of his wits, "It's... it's someone who possesses abilities surpassing ordinary people, has very strong power, can run very fast, all sorts of strange abilities."

"Is that so? My strength is particularly great, I can bend steel. Speak, what else do you know?" the burly man asked fiercely.

The scientific researcher looked at the burly man, then at the staring survivors around him. He felt that this group of survivors' mental state was very abnormal, like ordinary people stranded on a deserted island, who, over long years, had been tortured by loneliness into madmen, appearing deranged.

This group of people all looked like that.

Suddenly.

The scientific researcher only felt something touch his leg, viscous. He looked down and found a survivor actually prostrating on the ground, licking his leg with his tongue, even showing an intoxicated expression.

"So fragrant..."

"Ah..."

The scientific researcher let out a piercing scream, so scared his whole body shivered.

He looked through the window and found this place was a barren wasteland, with no human civilized buildings in sight, not even zombies.

"Speak, what else do you know? You should know, they all like to eat people. Your kind of smooth skin and tender flesh is our favorite."

After speaking, the burly man smiled sinisterly, held the scientific researcher's head, and licked his face.

This kind of action made the scientific researcher feel extremely disgusted.

He even felt that perverts were right beside him.

The scientific researcher stammered: "Awakened ones swallowing crystals can become stronger. I've said everything I should say. Please let me go."

The burly man stared at the scientific researcher, then looked at the crystals to the side, a smile emerging. He picked up a crystal, pried open the scientific researcher's mouth, and stuffed the crystal into his mouth.