Chapter 106: Biochemical Digimon

Unfortunately, just moments ago, a certain beast intended to challenge the Twelve Emperor Demon dungeon once again. However, the system notified him that since he had already cleared it, he could no longer attempt it again.

Indeed, without any limit on attempts, given the beast’s current strength, even possessing an unlimited number of keys to the Twelve Emperor Demon dungeon would be no challenge at all—provided there were no time restrictions.

“Forget it. I’ve been at it for so long and I’m exhausted. I might as well log off,” the beast murmured before vanishing.

To be precise, he logged off. After doing so, he didn’t engage in any other activities but simply rested.

Time passed swiftly until evening fell. In a remote corner of this world stood a secret base, within which a group of people had gathered.

“What exactly do you want us to do?” A voice rang out, and following it, one could see a young boy. If the beast had been present, he would have been shocked to recognize this boy as the very culprit responsible for his hospitalization.

Among the group, there were other children as well as some who appeared more mature. Overall, their ages ranged from fifteen or sixteen to about twenty-one or twenty-two.

“Are you familiar with Digimon?” A man in a white robe responded to the boy’s question. He looked like a doctor or perhaps a scientific researcher.

“How could we not know about Digimon? But what does that have to do with why you brought us here?” a girl spoke up.

Adjusting his glasses, the researcher asked, “Would you want to become a Digimon?”

“Become a Digimon?” Upon hearing this, a rather corpulent man’s eyes gleamed brightly. “Do you mean like in the cartoons—turning into biochemical Digimon? Or merging with them? Or evolving through ancient souls?”

The researcher nodded. “Precisely. We intend to transform you into biochemical Digimon.”

Among the crowd stood a man wearing glasses, like the researcher, who asked, “Why us?”

The researcher replied again, “Not everyone who wishes to become a biochemical Digimon can do so. You are those we have identified as the most likely candidates.”

“The most likely? So it’s not guaranteed?” the glasses-wearing man inquired. “What happens if it fails?”

Without hesitation, the researcher answered, “You die.”

His words stirred unrest among the group, and many cried out, attempting to leave the place.

“It’s useless,” the researcher said earnestly. “We know this is inhumane, but this is the frontier of human technology. Sacrifices must be made. Of course, not all of you will perish. If you succeed in becoming biochemical Digimon, the rest of your lives will be glorious.”

“Damn you! I’ll beat you to death first!” A burly man leapt forward and punched the researcher squarely in the nose.

But his fist passed right through the man’s body without causing any harm.

“Don’t waste your strength. What remains here is merely a virtual projection, not the real me. Now, may you all have peace,” the researcher said before vanishing.

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