I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 518 - 516 Witch

Chapter 518: Chapter 516 Witch

Nutrient solution floated with some fuzzy filaments, and Fujiwara Makoto opened her mouth, a series of bubbles rushing upward.

She moved her hand and found her wrist locked by a semicircular band to a flat surface at her back, her feet were similarly bound, and her neck felt as if it was encircled by a necklace, locked by a ring.

The cold nutrient solution enveloped her slender limbs, and Fujiwara Makoto realized that she was completely naked and hadn’t moved for a long time.

At this moment, the ceiling outside the container shifted from white to red, and a dull alarm sounded promptly. Clusters of green liquid, like fog, diffused within the nutrient fluid.

It was a larger dose of an anesthetic.

Fujiwara Makoto tried to turn her head to look in other directions, only to see a large group of researchers in white coats busy around the container, several of whom were staring at her with tablet computers.

In that instant, memories of being imprisoned and researched by Hasegawa Pharmaceutical flooded her mind; she opened her mouth and screamed, bubbles roiling tumultuously as her eyes emitted a purple light.

Bastards! These bastards! She had barely escaped from Libitelli only to be attacked by unidentified people and turned into a test subject again, they all deserved to die! All these scientists deserved to die!

In her mind, Fujiwara Makoto recalled the appearance of Wei Tianyang, and at the same time, over fifty Wei Tianyangs wearing urban camouflage combat suits appeared out of nowhere in the research hall.

"Ah!!! Wei Tianyang is here!!! Run!!!"

Someone shouted, and the others, startled, looked behind only to see a large group of Wei Tianyangs indeed appearing in the room. They spread their right hands, the fingers morphing into pitch-black bone knives, and began a bloody slaughter.

In just a few seconds, the white floor was smeared with blood, intestines, and internal organs, as well as fragments of muscle tissue and severed limbs scattered everywhere, the sound of flesh being sliced resounded incessantly, and red lights flickered. Over fifty 20-year-old Wei Tianyangs, expressionless and silent, slaughtered with calm efficiency.

One of the Wei Tianyangs leaped towards the container, slashing a claw that caused the thick bulletproof glass dome to shatter instantly, the glass shards, wrapped in nutrient solution, rushed to the floor, white turbid emulsion mixed with green anesthetic merging into a pool of blood on the ground.

With the assistance of six Wei Tianyangs, Fujiwara Makoto freed herself from the iron bands, she flipped over from the platform to the floor, looking around, the large laboratory filled with instruments was now piled with bodies, and over ten researchers had just escaped through the door.

"Kill them!!! Kill them!!!" Fujiwara Makoto roared.

The fifty or so Wei Tianyangs turned and chased out. At that moment, she swung her left hand, a black raincoat covered her nudity, she put on the hood but couldn’t rise from the floor.

The alarm lights flickered as she looked at her hands, which were skin and bones, surely she had been lying there for a long time, but how long exactly?

She crawled on the floor, found a tablet, and turned it on, the lock screen showed the date: November 29, 2120.

"So long... it’s been so long! Who is it! Who is it!!!" Fujiwara Makoto shouted angrily.

Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt weak and collapsed into the blood, with Zhao Ling’s face emerging in her mind.

At that moment, Zhao Ling appeared beside her and lifted her from the blood.

"I want to leave this place... Zhao Ling and Wei Tianyang can help me, where are they..." Fujiwara Makoto murmured.

Zhao Ling’s illusion carried her out of the laboratory, outside, twenty illusions of Wei Tianyang holding ICR rifles in their left hands and extending bone knives in their right followed behind as Fujiwara Makoto was carried out by Zhao Ling.

The Human Cradle Foundation Building had now entered the highest state of security alert.

Lin Yan and Li Xianping were not clear about the situation, but they heard the alarm sound in the meeting room—a special alarm that only sounded when Fujiwara Makoto would wake up.

Since she was awake, anything could happen.

As VIPs, the moment the alarm sounded, security guards escorted them into the refuge elevator, which had moved from the top-floor lab to the shelter ten floors underground.

Fujiwara Makoto, held by an Illusion Creation, arrived at the elevator entrance when suddenly, there was a complete power outage in the building. The hallways were pitch dark, and even the entrances to the fire escapes were sealed by heavy shutter doors.

She had experience with this kind of situation; Hasegawa Pharmaceutical had guarded her in the same way.

But these methods were meaningless to her, as long as she stayed conscious, she could materialize anything she imagined. However, she was extremely weak now and felt very light. She touched her abdomen, finding several stitches there.

Perhaps, during the years she had been unconscious, her body had been dissected and analyzed countless times.

Footsteps echoed in the darkness, followed by a flurry of gunfire. Her Illusion Creation, Wei Tianyang, exchanged fire with the people sent after her.

But sustaining these Wei Tianyangs was a tremendous burden for her at the moment.

She needed to escape quickly; killing more people was pointless.

Fujiwara Makoto curled up as the Illusion Creation, Zhao Ling, set her down on the ground and then disappeared.

At that moment, the gunfire ceased and several beams of light shot around the corner.

Fujiwara Makoto lay quietly on the ground, recalling fragments of news in her mind.

It was the disaster in Fengrao City, featuring a black giant.

"Wei Tianyang, help me once more..." she murmured softly.

Then, the building started to shake, and five giant black Bone Knives pierced through the walls, slashing across and creating an opening in the staircase.

It was deep into the night outside, and a black giant stood outside, bending down and looking into the building.

A strong wind howled, pulling Fujiwara Makoto to the edge of the opening, and many soldiers were sucked out of the building by the draft.

A huge dark hand pulled the staircase toward the ground, while another hand opened its palm below the gap. Fujiwara Makoto slid down the floor into the palm.

The black giant curled its fingers, protecting her in the palm of its hand, then turned and left.

The Foundation’s building was now teetering on the brink of collapse. The massive wind turbine structure, squeezed by the tilting building, clanged loudly as its blades flew out of their axle, tumbling through the city below, and eventually lying against a building on one side of the street.

And then, unable to support itself any longer, the building’s upper layers broke away from the lower ones amid heart-pounding cracking sounds and the upper 20 floors crashed to the ground thunderously.

The white, enormous building, carrying thousands of people, smashed into the ground, turning into a pile of cement, rubble, and steel frames amid the grisly deaths.