Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 90 Spare Us
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(SFART Base)
Jeffery stood behind the glass wall in silence, his hands resting inside the pockets of his lab coat as he watched the restrained man struggle on the examination table.
The awakened subject’s chest rose and fell quickly, his breathing uneven and sharp. Sweat clung to his skin, yet his skin looked strangely unharmed for someone who had been exposed directly to the bloody mist.
"Vitals are stable," one of the researchers said in a low voice. "Heart rate is elevated, but not critical."
Jeffery gave a small nod. "Increase the voltage slightly."
A faint current ran through the restraints wrapped around the man’s wrists and ankles. His body jerked, and a strained sound escaped his throat.
"Why am I tied down?" he shouted, his voice breaking under pressure. "You said you were bringing me somewhere safe!"
"You are safe," Jeffery replied calmly. "Safer than you would be outside."
The man shook his head repeatedly, panic flickering in his eyes. "This is not safe. You’re treating me like a lab rat. Mack said I would be fine with you... stop... please."
Jeffery stepped closer to the glass, studying him carefully. There was no cruelty in his gaze, only curiosity.
"Tell me what you remember," he said.
"There was fire everywhere," the man began, his breathing still uneven. "The apocalypse came.. And I survived it, not only that the red mist came, and it killed most of the refugees I came with, making them delirious and think pain is pleasure."
A murmur spread among the researchers.
Jeffery’s eyes sharpened slightly. "Pain converting into pleasure," he said thoughtfully. "That matches the early reports."
"Doctor," another scientist called out while pointing at the monitor. "His muscle density is still increasing."
Jeffery turned and entered the room.
The awakened man stiffened the moment Jeffery approached him.
"Am I infected?" he asked, his voice smaller now, almost pleading.
"You have evolved," Jeffery corrected gently.
He gestured to an assistant, who placed a thick steel rod into the man’s restrained hands before loosening one wrist.
"Try bending it," Jeffery instructed.
The man stared at the rod, confused and frightened, although he had done it before, but he felt like that was just a mistake. "I cannot."
"Try, Ethan."
He tightened his grip around the metal.
At first, nothing happened; then the rod made a faint, sharp noise before it bent along its center.
Ethan froze completely, his eyes widening in disbelief. "I did not mean to do that."
Jeffery allowed himself a faint smile. "Remarkable."
Before anyone could continue, an alarm flashed across the monitor.
"Neural activity is spiking," someone shouted.
Ethan’s breathing changed again. His pupils dilated before one eye slowly darkening into a faint red shade.
Jeffery’s tone changed instantly. "Sedate him. Now!"
One scientist in the room with Ethan immediately stabbed him with a syringe, and within seconds, his struggles weakened and his eyes fluttered closed.
Jeffery remained there until the readings returned to normal.
"Do not underestimate them," he said quietly to the team. "The transformation is not only physical, so do everything to weaken them, don’t let him regain his strength."
He turned and walked out of the room.
"Continue observation," he added without looking back. "I want hourly reports."
"Yes, Doctor."
The heavy door sealed shut behind him with a soft hiss.
Several floors below, the atmosphere changed from sterile to damp and heavy. Dim lights flickered along a narrow corridor lined with reinforced doors.
Inside one of the holding rooms, more than thirty people were packed together. No one spoke loudly anymore because they had already learned that noise only brought unwanted attention, leading to misfortune.
A woman sat in the corner holding tightly onto her younger brother’s arm.
"Why did they bring us here?" she whispered.
"I do not know," he replied weakly. "But those people in white suits don’t seem like nice guys."
They were promised safety, shelter, and provision, but now, they were reduced to nothing but test subjects.
At the other end of the room, a man banged his fist against the door.
"You cannot keep us here. I have rights."
The rest of the people cuddled up against the wall, hiding their faces in between their knees.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and the pounding stopped immediately.
However it was too late, and the massive door slid open. Masked personnel stepped inside, their suits fully sealed from head to toe.
"You. You. And you," one of them said, pointing at random individuals.
Fear spread through the room, and the people started crying, trying to hide themselves further into the room, as if that alone could save them.
Three masked soldiers stepped inside and pulled them out.
"No, let go of me!"
"Spars us... Please!" Their cries echoed down the hallway.
"Where are you taking them?" someone asked in a shaking voice.
One of the soldiers stopped in his tracks, glancing at the man, his eyes glaring at him in warning for a brief moment before he continued walking again.
The chosen group struggled, but the sight of the weapons resting calmly in the guards’ hands forced them to cooperate and follow them.
The door shut again once they were gone.
Silence stretched through the air, heavier than before. A young man spoke quietly. "Have you noticed that no one they take ever comes back?"
No one answered. But deep down they all know the reason none had ever returned... and one day it would be their own turn.
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The tunnel beneath the base stretched endlessly, the air growing colder the deeper they were led. Moisture clung to the walls, and a faint metallic smell lingered as if the place had not been touched by sunlight for decades.
The three chosen individuals stumbled as the soldiers pushed them forward.
"Keep moving," one of the masked men ordered.
"I didn’t do anything," the older man cried, his voice trembling. "You said this was a shelter!"
No one responded.
At the front, a reinforced gate slowly opened with a clanging sound. Beyond it, darkness swallowed most of the passage.
