Chapter 252: Subject 11's Duel with the Flesh Monster

Subject 11 fell into a sea of darkness.

She walked slowly in the darkness, not knowing how long she had been walking, but around her there was nothing but darkness.

"Is anyone there?! Is anyone there?! Save me!"

Subject 11 collapsed, squatting on the ground, hugging her arms and began to sob.

In the end, she is still just a ten‑year‑old girl; everything she has endured these days has already pushed her mind to the breaking point, and now this boundless darkness is the final straw that will crush her.

"Subject 11, Subject 11."

A gentle female voice rose from the darkness, calling her name. The crying Subject 11 froze, then hurried to her feet, trying to locate the source of the voice.

In the distant darkness, a soft white light flickered, and Subject 11, seeing the glow, ran toward it recklessly.

"Subject 11, your friends, they need you."

The white light drew nearer, and the faint voice guided Subject 11's direction.

She lunged into the white light, and the all‑pervasive darkness vanished.

Warm, gentle water enveloped her, and Subject 11 felt as if she had returned to the time before birth, protected within her mother's womb.

She closed her eyes, savoring the ever‑present amniotic fluid that moistened her body and her soul.

"Evil has broken free from its cage; its minions will pollute the world."

"Subject 11, awaken quickly, my chosen one."

The gentle voice urged Subject 11; she did not want to open her eyes, yet she could not resist listening to its guidance.

It felt familiar, but she could not recall where she had heard it before.

"Wake up!!"

Subject 11 jolted awake, opening her eyes. Everything around turned into a black‑and‑white reality.

She looked into the distance, where a snarling monster stood before the crowd; a single tap of its tentacle reduced the once‑mighty Subject 17 to ash beneath it.

"No!!!" Subject 11 cried out, and when she saw the tentacle about to fall on others, her body sprang into action.

She broke free from Shadow Spacetime's restraints, and her body, which could not have moved before, raced through the black‑and‑white veil.

She raised her finger toward the monster and shouted loudly the instant it was about to touch Mike.

"Let go of my friends!!"

A thunderous burst of psychic force slammed toward the monster like a mountain gorge, instantly encasing the terrifying flesh‑and‑blood monster.

It was shocked. How could this be? How could an ant escape its power?

No one in this world can escape its power!

Under the mighty pull of psychic force, the flesh‑and‑blood monster slowly lifted off the ground, hoisted up and suspended in mid‑air.

It thrashed desperately, but the psychic force held it tight, rendering it immobile. Powerful shadow energy gathered overhead, forming a storm of black mist that surged toward Subject 11 like an avalanche.

Subject 11 showed no fear; as the black mist rushed at her, it seemed to slam into an insurmountable wall. The psychic field spun up at high speed, its immense power acting like an invisible meat grinder, frenziedly shredding the surging black mist.

Under the psychic force, the black mist was repeatedly torn and pulverized into countless tiny black specks. These specks flew about in the field, rubbing and colliding with the force, constantly spawning dazzling sparks. The sparks glittered like brilliant stars in the darkness, illuminating Subject 11's resolute face.

"Die!!"

Subject 11 clenched her teeth, a torrent of nosebleed gushing out, the intense pain seeming to tear her skull apart, veins bulging all over her body.

When the pain peaked, Subject 11 couldn't help but scream.

The psychic force began to continuously contract and compress, applying immense pressure from all directions. The flesh‑and‑blood monster emitted a series of mournful roars that echoed through the air, sending chills down the spine.

As the psychic force grew stronger, the monster's body began to deform, its bones creaking with a sour‑tooth sound as if they could be crushed at any moment. "Ant. I remember you! When I return, I will destroy everything you cherish!"

The monster let out a venomous curse, yet it was powerless against the terrifying force; finally, under the extreme psychic pressure, the flesh‑and‑blood monster could no longer endure, its body cracking into countless tiny shards. These shards continued to be compressed and crushed within the psychic field until they turned to ash, drifting slowly in the air as if they had never existed.

The monster died, and Subject 11 lowered her arms, collapsing onto the ground as if drained, panting heavily in a daze.

A torrent of nosebleed poured out, almost staining the front of her dress scarlet. The moment the black‑and‑white veil vanished, she fainted.

"Subject 11, Subject 11!"

Mike and the others regained consciousness and suddenly discovered that the massive flesh‑and‑blood monster and Naimi Xisi had both vanished.

Instead, Subject 11 lay on the ground, her whole body covered in fresh blood.

Dustin stared at the spot where Naimi Xisi had stood, puzzled, and then noticed a silver gem that had fallen to the ground, glittering.

"Bzz—"

He reached to pick it up when the gem suddenly emitted a sharp buzzing, its silver ripple vibrating the surrounding space like a flowing stream.

!

In the next instant, the silver gem whizzed and pierced into Subject 11's body, disappearing.

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"Recently, according to related reports, a strange phenomenon occurred in Gobrun City, Indiana; this is a witness video collected by our station's reporter, and the cause remains unclear."

In the TV studio, Fox News footage was playing, and the odd occurrence in Gobrun City had drawn national attention, with many researchers already dispatched to the site.

Doctor Bu Lun Na turned off the television and sighed.

He was no exception here.

"Doctor, the general's party has arrived and is asking you to go to the conference room," the assistant whispered as she entered his office.

Bu Lun Na nodded and left the office.

Inside the conference room, the electronic screen was divided into several windows, each showing a man in military uniform or a suit looking at him.

Bu Lun Na cleared his throat lightly and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon."

At the center of the screen, a middle‑aged Black man in uniform, medals draped over his shoulders, stared expressionlessly at Bu Lun Na and asked, "What exactly happened, Bu Lun Na?"

Bu Lun Na read from the prepared script in his mind: "Subject 17 suddenly appeared, killing most of the laboratory staff, leaving only me and a few researchers alive. He took the unknown gem we used to suppress the Gate's expansion; the target is probably that."

The general slammed his fist on the table, eyes bulging like a bull's, and shouted, "I'm asking about that damned black dog‑shit that made headlines nationwide!"

Bu Lun Na sighed and said, "I'm not clear on the details, but I suspect it's related to Subject 17."

The other side of the screen fell into silence; this vision made them wary, the power of the superhuman exceeded their imagination, they did not know whether they could still control such a powerful existence.

Bùlún nà saw their hesitation about the superpower research experiment, but he had already figured out how to obtain new funding.

"Esteemed generals and legislators. I think we need to start researching right now how to deal with superhumans. Subject 17's ability exceeds my expectations; with the current military means, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

Bùlún nà's words left everyone silent for a long time; finally, a sharply dressed middle-aged white woman cleared her throat and said: "In that case, this research will still be led by you. The superpower research experiment is hereby canceled, all files archived and transferred to the California headquarters. The new experimental base will still be set up here, right?"

Bùlún nà curled the corners of his mouth and said: "As you wish."

The screen went dark one by one, Bùlún nà walked out of the conference room, and at that moment the assistant came up again.

"Doctor, the materials for the ritual you ordered, um, are ready; should we begin setting it up?"

Bùlún nà nodded, lowering his voice: "Remember, you are my most trusted deputy; handle this matter personally, and do not let anyone know."

After the deputy left, Bùlún nà looked at the empty conference room behind him, a flicker of coldness passing in his eyes.

He had had enough, casually altering his research results according to their orders.

From now on, he will go onto the dining table, becoming the person who distributes food!

(End of chapter)