Chapter 406: The Curtain Rises, the Performance Begins Early!

The female doctor stood at the tent entrance, looking up at the fierce battle on the platform, when a red exclamation mark suddenly popped up on her medical eyepiece.

"The target's blood flow has surged, emotional fluctuations are violent, all physiological indices are skyrocketing—was she stimulated by something?"

A hint of confusion appeared in the female doctor's eyes, but before she could think carefully, an assistant inside the tent rushed out, beads of sweat even seeping onto her forehead.

The assistant leaned close to the female doctor's ear, her voice lowered to an extreme, yet unable to conceal the terror within:

"The data transmitted by the internal crystal core in the test subject is very strange; the test subjects have all fallen into abnormal irritability, as if about to go mad, but the mentor has not yet issued an attack order."

The female doctor's expression changed drastically, her gaze instinctively sweeping toward the presidium.

She knew the mentor too well.

The mentor was an absolute perfectionist; his plans were like precision instruments in a laboratory—every gear meshing, every wire connecting, had to be exactly right.

His pursuit of precision was nearly obsessive; any tiny deviation, even an inconspicuous decimal point, would touch his sensitive nerves, triggering his extreme disgust, even rage.

As the mentor's catchphrase went—science is precise truth; any deviation is heresy's blasphemy and should be punished.

So she had seen more than once that several senior sisters of her cohort, due to extremely minor mistakes, were severely educated by the mentor.

Some of them were soaked in formalin pools and climbed onto the mentor's bed;

another part was upgraded and reconstructed into experimental material, continuing to contribute strength to the mentor's "scientific cause."

At this moment, among the test subjects whose data indicators had become abnormally chaotic, some were her former senior sisters.

Sweat on the female doctor's forehead rolled down like beads from a broken string, sliding along her cheeks and soaking her collar.

Her lips trembled slightly, her throat as if choked by something:

"The originally scheduled activation time should be?"

The assistant obviously also knew the seriousness of the matter, her voice hoarse as if ground by sandpaper:

"One hour and seventeen minutes later is the mentor's estimated final finals; at that time, all cameras and gazes will focus on that last platform, and only then will it be the moment for the 'senior sisters' to take the stage."

Hearing this answer, the female doctor's face turned deathly pale, her brain nearly crashed.

A one-second deviation could have one's brain washed with formalin; one hour and seventeen minutes?!?!

The female doctor's vision went black; suddenly, as if gone mad, she squeezed through the crowd and ran desperately toward the girls' dormitory building.

She had only one thought in her heart: to quickly comfort the senior sisters and have them wait a little longer; as long as she could delay until the scheduled time, perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.

She fantasized that she and the senior sisters had worked together for many years and shared deep affection; as long as she spoke to comfort them, the senior sisters might not be unwilling to save themselves.

She wore a specially made medical protective suit, her steps extremely fast and her strength immense; the crowded crowd before her seemed like nothing, and with a light push she sent them staggering aside, making way one after another.

Zhou Hu was shoved hard from the side, his shoulder accidentally bumping into Hong Ya's arms.

He instantly flared with rage, turning his head to curse and spit out a string of abuse.

Then, when he turned back and his gaze fell on Hong Ya clutching her chest, a polite smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

That smile held both a bit of embarrassment from being bumped just now and a trace of unusual emotion stirred by this sudden intimate physical contact.

Hong Ya slightly raised her head, her red lips slightly pouting; she glared at Zhou Hu with shame and anger, yet within that shame and anger lay a soul-stirring temptation.

The female doctor ran all the way and soon arrived at the gate of the girls' dormitory.

Because of the Martial Arts Joint Examination, all school venues were open to the outside, especially the restrooms in every building.

The female doctor had just stepped one foot into the corridor when she suddenly turned her head and, caught off guard, heard an extremely terrified scream from outside.

The first scream pierced her eardrums, like a wild cat with its neck stepped on, the tail note carrying a bloody tremolo; the second scream immediately followed, then the third, the fourth...

Screams rose and fell like a plague outbreak; birds startled from the treetops panicked and scattered, knocking over several hovering drones.

The assistant stopped, her neck stiffly turning backward, her head lifting inch by inch.

The sight before her made her breath catch; what met her eyes was a ferocious humanoid monster, its whole body covered in dark green scales, with moss and sewage clinging to the scales.

The monster slightly arched its body, standing nearly three meters tall; it suddenly leaped up, its huge body like a cannonball smashing fiercely into the crowd.

Its huge foot mercilessly stepped on the heads in the crowd, accompanied by several dull "pong" sounds; several round heads, like fragile watermelons, instantly burst open.

Sticky juice splattered everywhere, like gushing blood springs, splashing noisily around, instantly dyeing the air once filled with laughter and voices a shocking crimson.

In an instant, laughter and voices turned into ghostly wails and wolfish howls.

Meanwhile, the monster leaped into the air, moving with agility that left one gasping; using hands and feet together, climbing and jumping like a huge four-legged lizard, it instantly stood on the platform.

Its shadow was stretched long under the lights, casting a human-shaped shadow on the ground.

Then it looked around; its pair of evil eyes seemed to be searching for something.

When it saw the camera, it actually excitedly grinned, revealing a very terrifying and human-like smile.

Its mouth corners turned up, showing sharp teeth, while its eyes narrowed into curved crescent moons.

Then it slowly raised its two ferocious claws; those claws were like sharp blades, flickering with cold light.

It slowly made gestures at its brow, making a somewhat old-fashioned, classic "V" hand sign.

The assistant's teeth chattered involuntarily, and her voice stammered:

"It's... too late, senior sisters... the senior sisters have already taken the stage to perform!"

The female doctor felt the world spin; her legs went soft and she sat down on the ground, staring fixedly at the huge light screen.

On the light screen was exactly one senior sister, stepping on minced flesh under her feet, her face excitedly grinning with a mouth full of sharp teeth, facing the 360-degree blind-spot-free camera, making a "yeah" selfie beauty photo.

The assistant was probably scared crazy, her mind not quite right; at this moment she actually still had a scientific spirit, looked down at her watch, and then showed the female doctor a smile more twisted than the monster's:

"As of now, the performance time has been advanced by one hour, fifteen minutes, and twenty-four seconds."

Hearing this, the female doctor was like a fool; her expression froze, her mouth half open, letting out a "heh—" for half a sound, then her eyes rolled up, and she cleanly fell asleep...

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