Clown Game
Chapter 335 - 322: About Her Profile

Chapter 335: Chapter 322: About Her Profile

She let the knife cut into her, and the faint twitching of her muscles told Chen Xiao that she could feel the pain. However, her face remained expressionless, lax, indifferent, as if the pain was not enough to stimulate her nerves.

Indeed, she was indifferent, just as years of exposure to the scorching sun naturally hardened fishermen against the acrid taste of seawater, porters ignored the calluses on their hands, and workers instinctively tuned out the roaring of machines.

People always adapt to their environments, whether they want to or not.

So, the nurse naturally paid no mind to such a trivial wound... It was merely a cut, which, for someone who had endured what she had, could be utterly disregarded.

Soon, the ghastly wound healed, so quickly not even a few drops of blood managed to escape. In fact, even if her head were to be chopped off, she would still live... She would always live, no matter how damaged she became, still breathing, thinking, suffering, feeling everything... Even if her body were cut into pieces, crushed, burned, she would still live... and the moment her severed parts touched, they would regenerate...

She had experienced all of this,

Many times.

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Anomalous Item

A-029

Containment Measures: A-029 (hereafter referred to as "the subject") must be isolated in a completely enclosed room no less than 40 meters x 40 meters. Since the subject possesses no offensive capabilities, special surveillance equipment is unnecessary.

Outside of experimental phases, the subject shall be permanently confined to a malleable metal bed, and although the subject does not require any food or water, the intake of a normal amount of energy is still required.

The subject’s eyes should be covered when not required otherwise, ensuring no sound is emitted. The metal bed is equipped with restraining joints to prevent all struggling, agitation, and actions that might display her pain.

Four guards are required to monitor the containment area’s entrance around the clock in shifts, and any personnel carrying weapons or those who are enhanced are prohibited from approaching the area. Most experiments should be conducted through full mechanization, and volunteers who make contact with the subject are required to undergo Level 2 memory erasure. Relevant personnel must regularly inject "Emotion Suppressant Drug".

(We’re not guarding against her escape, but against those who pity her——————███ Councilmember.)

Description: A-029 is a ██-descent 21-year-old human female. She was first discovered within a large medical unit in Seattle, surviving a massive medical accident which triggered the detection of an anomalous satellite and was contained by the Foundation four hours later.

The subject initially exhibited extremely rapid self-healing abilities and over the course of prolonged experimentation has shown the following additional anomalies:

1: Near limitless regeneration and survival abilities. The subject can survive dismemberment of limbs, organs, tissues, and can continuously regenerate and maintain life under any condition, including burning, radiation, extreme cold, vacuum, acid corrosion, █████, etc.

2: The ability to exist with consciousness detached from the body. (See Appendix—1)

3: The ability to repair all physical injuries within a certain range. Experiments have shown that within a radius of 10 meters from the subject as the center point, all forms of injuries can heal rapidly under unexplainable circumstances. Individuals with missing limbs can regenerate quickly, with the rate of regeneration determined by the severity of the injury. However, those who have lost vital signs cannot be affected by this phenomenon.

Supplement: Inflicting injury on the subject’s own body seems to accelerate her healing abilities. This effect can also affect other life forms within a certain range, ███████’s proposal was submitted to the council...

(The proposal was approved.)

4: "Immortality" (pending)

...

...

Appendix—1:

"Is she still screaming?"

"Yes, from the moment we opened her mouth until now, the sedative is ineffective."

"Of course it’s ineffective, no drug can affect her."

"So what do we do?"

"Just wait, give her some time. Continue observing, call me when she calms down."

"....But... her voice is just so..."

"Are you feeling sympathy for her?"

"No! Of course not!"

"... Perhaps you need a stronger dose of the ’Emotion Suppressant Drug’, or maybe you should request a psychological evaluation."

"Okay!"

...

Hours later.

...

"Miss A-029"

"...Please, no more, I beg you, no more."

"Please calm your emotions, otherwise it will be difficult to proceed with the questioning."

"No... Please, I don’t want questioning, I can’t take this anymore, just let me go, or let me die, so I can’t feel these anymore... I really can’t take it."

"We’ve tried, but to no avail."

"No————No————I beg you, you can’t do this to me! (sobs)"

"Your sacrifice is for the whole world, your abilities have reduced our casualties in combat by 40% in half a year. Translated, you are saving thousands of lives and preventing massive property loss every minute. You are a hero."

"I don’t want to be a hero... it’s too painful, I can’t bear it for a minute, if I were a hero, I should be respected, not tortured..."

"Mental state is normal, ready for questioning now..."

"Wha... What? You weren’t actually listening to me just now, were you? You were just performing an evaluation? (Violent shaking and crying) You are inhuman!! You are devils!"

"Alright, please calm down. Like this... if you cooperate with us, I’ll promise you a 3-day rest period."

"A... rest period?"

"Yes, you can be unbound and enjoy the best food, bed, material life, you can take a shower, get some rest, and anything else you might wish."

"No... I just want to leave this place."

"This is the biggest concession... Three days! No room for negotiation."

"... (Silence, followed by crying) Waaah— You devils, you all deserve to go to hell!"

"Your decision?"

"Three days, without being cut open? Can I sleep? Or have something to eat?"

"Yes!"

"... Alright, I... I’ll cooperate with you! (Louder crying)"

minutes later, the subject’s emotions have stabilized.

"Can you talk about how you’ve felt these past two months?"

"Two months?"

"Oh, I’m sorry, it’s been a long time since you’ve been told about the time, I mean from the moment you were put into the incinerator until now."

"... Oh God, why do this to me."

"Please cooperate. Three days’ rest period."

"Fine... I need to think

... Back then, burning! The heat, I could feel I was burning, the pain, the skin and flesh, and the crackling and bursting sounds coming from my body. Waaaah, oh God."

"Good, keep your emotions in check, continue."

"Then, for a long time, I melted, became soft, and then came the cold, the pain straight into my marrow. I felt it, helpless, without anything to hold onto. I became deaf, blind, unable to touch anything, but I still had my consciousness as if the nerves that had melted were still connected somewhere, stimulating me, even more sensitively than before... It was like that, sharp, scraping, gouging, while I couldn’t breathe, yet I still couldn’t die. I was keenly aware, anxious, in pain, wanting to scream, wanting to struggle, but I couldn’t move because I had nothing... I could only... endure!! Waaah—I... I don’t know what to say."

"Very well, don’t worry, please continue."

"After that, I could sense that I was scattered into countless little pieces of myself, just lying there, and I could distinctly feel the wind blowing through each one of them, I rotted, some flies, burrowed into every part of me, through that charred exterior, laying eggs, maggots, crawling chaotically, I was eaten, then decomposed, turned into fermented miasma spreading out, every thread, every inch, I began to float, even the tiniest nerves unable to distinguish. And then, the pain changed—from the human language of burning, tearing pain—into something so terrible that it could not be clearly expressed: a terrible, maddening stretching sensation between every part of me. Humans always grow numb to chronic pain, don’t they? But with every minute, every second that passes—it only gets more painful over time."

"Please... please, continue!"

"Do you have any beliefs?"

"Wha... What? Are you asking me?... Sorry, I can’t answer you!"

"Alright, maybe you picture hell, eternal flames, punishment, afraid that one day you’ll die and go to hell. But if you were like me, you’d pray for a Tormentor, with memories of past actions, where you can scream, struggle against the pain, or complain, that’s actually a comfort, you know? But I only have

absolute

complete

loneliness

All emotions wither to ash.

Covered by endless pain."

"That’s enough... you... you did very well."

"Really... then your promise, the three days of rest?"

"I’m sorry, that was a lie..."

"What!!!"

"I’m sorry!"

"You can’t... liars!! (Crying)"

"Guard, take him back to the containment room!! And, get me ’Emotion Suppressant Drug!’, quick!!

...

I’m sorry!"

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(Even more desperate... scp-2718, feel free to experience it when you have time.)