Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 135: Old Laboratory (2)

Chapter 135: Old Laboratory (2)

"No, this place wasn’t dangerous at all," Lucian explained. "Mystveil Forest used to be a common place for hiking and camping, even me and my father used to camp here."

"But now that I think about it, there was a time when certain areas of the forest were temporarily off-limits. They said it was due to a wildfire, but I don’t think that was the case." Lucian paused before guessing, "Maybe that was when they built this place."

Medeia was amazed by how sharp his memory was. She could barely remember what she had done a few months ago, let alone recall details like that.

"Then, the person who built this place must have been insanely rich to the point of shutting down an entire section of the forest," Medeia said with a soft laugh. "What a shame. They probably thought they could use this bunker to survive the apocalypse, but in the end, they couldn’t even get in because of all the monsters."

She started wandering around the bunker, looking for anything interesting. The place was surprisingly large, with half of it functioning as a laboratory, while the other half contained sleeping quarters, a gym, and even a lounge area.

As she walked further in, she suddenly stopped, startled. Three doors at the end of the hall were glowing from the inside.

"Lucian! Lucian, come here!"

She approached cautiously, noting that the walls in this section were made of thicker steel compared to the rest of the bunker. The only way to see inside was through small windows embedded in the doors.

"What’s wrong?" Lucian hurried toward her, stumbling slightly due to his fever. He thought Medeia was in danger, but he found the strange rooms instead.

"Medicine," she murmured. "Every corner of this room is filled with medicine, and there’s even more!"

Each of the three rooms seemed to store different supplies. The first room was packed with medicine, while the one next to it was stocked with food supplies. But the last room had no small window, so Medeia wasn’t sure what was inside.

"It’s locked." Medeia jiggled the doorknob a few times, but it wouldn’t budge.

Lucian stepped forward and examined the door. "I think I can open it."

Before Medeia could even warn him not to use his ability, the door unlocked on its own. Lucian smiled. "A little magic won’t hurt me. I promise."

"Just the doors." Medeia warned him. "You can only use it to open the doors, no more than that."

Lucian nodded, but Medeia wasn’t convinced he’d actually listen.

She pushed the door open, and a blast of cold air hit her face. Unlike the rest of the bunker, this room didn’t smell like rust or decay. It was freezing, sterile—designed to last, not just for fifteen years, but maybe for decades.

Medeia stepped inside first, her eyes scanning the shelves. The room was bigger than she expected, about 4 by 15 meters, with another door leading to a smaller chamber.

"What is this place?" She reached for the door, surprised to find it unlocked. "Some kind of advanced medicine or something?"

"I don’t think this has anything to do with medicine." Lucian picked up a thick booklet from a nearby table, flipping through the pages. Most of it was filled with complicated medical terms, but there were some simplified explanations too, enough for a regular person to understand.

His expression darkened. "These are... viruses."

Medeia frowned. "Viruses?"

Each one was labeled in different colors, but the ones marked in red stood out the most—probably the most dangerous.

"What the hell is wrong with people?" Medeia muttered, shaking her head. "Out of all the things they could’ve saved ... Why viruses?"

"Sometimes, what seems bad isn’t entirely bad," Lucian said. "These viruses could be used for research, maybe even vaccines. It takes centuries to study them, so of course, scientists wouldn’t just throw them away."

Medeia crossed her arms. "Yeah, but bad things don’t always turn into something good."

Not everyone would look at a virus and think, Let’s find a cure. Some would see an opportunity—a way to weaponize it, to create biological warfare against mutants.

It sounded like a good solution, right? But not all mutants were monsters. Hell, even humans had mutated at this point.

A weapon designed to save humanity could just as easily be the thing that wiped it out.

Medeia sighed harshly. Scientists

She had met plenty of their kind in hell.

Most of them had used unethical methods like Orlon, all in the name of their so-called research. The rest had turned their creations into deadly weapons.

Their motto? For the greatest good, we must sacrifice something.

To save millions of lives, they had no problem sacrificing thousands. To them, it was all just numbers. They had never considered that each of their "test subjects" had a soul.

Sometimes, Medeia found it laughable.

How could a creature from hell understand morality better than humans?

"I think you’re right." Lucian frowned as he flipped through the report. "They didn’t store these viruses to make vaccines. They were trying to erase genetic mutations in humans."

"How?"

"By killing them." Lucian turned the report toward her. "See this? They called it the Anti-Mutant Serum. If it’s injected into a mutant, the mutation disappears, but so do their lives."

Medeia’s jaw tightened. "And what kind of test subjects did they use for this so-called cure? Other humans?"

Lucian’s silence was enough of an answer.

Medeia muttered, "At least these people are already dead."

But Medeia found something intriguing in that information. Before the radiation hit the planet, shouldn’t their first concern have been that the radiation would kill people rather than turn them into mutants?

Yet, whoever was behind this seemed to know exactly what would happen, specifically, that those exposed to the radiation would mutate and develop dangerous abilities.

Did this person come from the future or something? Did they have another system?

Because, honestly, their system seemed way more useful than hers... which acted like a complete nuisance half the time.

[Host! The system has helped you enough!]