I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 105 - 93: Magic Laboratory No. 7
Chapter 105: Chapter 93: Magic Laboratory No. 7
As the lid of the iron casket slowly slid open, a pungent odor rushed to meet them, revealing a male figure with a bizarre shape.
He lay naked within, his skin shriveled and darkened, his lips pale and cracked, his arms deformed and contorted as though they had been forcefully broken. His body was covered with various scars, yet he was not dead. His eyes tightly shut, he breathed steadily, with a faint rising and falling of his chest, as if in deep slumber.
“Come on, help me! He won’t wake up for a while…” Bock said, pinching his nose in disgust.
Lynn, undaunted, rolled up his sleeves, coated his palms with a layer of water film, and, with Bock, heaved the test subject onto the table. They then used iron chains to bind the subject’s limbs and neck.
“I’ll handle the operation; you take care of the recording!” Bock casually took over the lead, tossing the experiment record book to Lynn and then ordering Patty to fetch the magic potion.
Lynn, still unclear on the experimental procedure, was content to play a supporting role and immediately began flipping through the experiment record book.
[Magic Calendar Year 726, June 21, Experimental Target: Subject 09, preliminary detection of kidney necrosis, stomach atrophy… Vital signs weak, after drinking Fire Lizard magic potion exhibited a strong reaction…
Experimental Target: Subject 011, Shaping Troll magic potion incomplete, vital signs persistent… After injecting Griffon magic potion, right arm swelled and burst…
Experimental Target: Subject 015… drank Dragon magic potion… lost control (resulting in the deaths of four guards, two Wizard Apprentices)…]
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Lynn flipped through the pages of the experiment record book quickly, its contents startling; all seventeen Shaping magic potion fusion experiments had ended in failure.
The test subjects normally met one of three fates: a sudden death due to severe rejection reactions, death during surgery check due to weak vital signs, or… briefly gaining immense power!
The latter was highly prone to accidents, accounting for no less than three incidents with casualties, which explained the numerous restraints and iron chains on the experiment table for suppressing the test subjects.
This test subject in front of him was likely Test Subject 18, who had drunk a magic potion made from the blood of a Poison Mist Snake Demon. Due to errors in the fusion process, he eventually went mad and lost his reason, leaving him to be discarded as defunct material for fusion experiments with Shaping magic potions.
In other words, the key to this magic potion was to grant humans the powers akin to magical beasts…
Lynn immediately realized this, so the potion that Nu’er had drunk must have been a Shaping Troll magic potion, which explained the potent regeneration abilities.
“What are you daydreaming about, Timis?” Bock, having picked up a dagger and donned an old alchemical eyeglass, scolded Lynn when he saw him still perusing the prior experiment records.
Just then, the subject chained by the neck and limbs suddenly opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils seething with intense animosity. Low growls emanated from his throat intermittently as he struggled frantically to lunge forward but was unable to break free from the iron restraints and chains.
Bock swallowed nervously, his wrists trembling slightly. After more than ten minutes, once the subject seemed to tire from the struggle, Bock bravely disinfected the dagger with a nearby candle and cut open the chest cavity of Test Subject 18.
At the same time, a golden bracelet on his left wrist glowed faintly, and the blood pouring from the wound soon clotted…
“The heart’s blood supply function is normal, cell magic contamination at approximately seventy percent, an improvement compared to before, liver and kidneys abnormal with obvious swelling, is that gas inside? Could be the influence of the Poison Mist Snake Demon potion…”
Bock’s face was filled with tension, but he had the basic qualities needed, and barely ignored the continual struggle of the test subject as he observed its condition through the alchemy goggles.
Lynn also put on the specialized monocle alchemy goggles and found that they were very similar to microscopes, only that the magnification was very low, at about seventy times, which was just enough to make out the general structure of some cells.
After getting used to it for a while, Lynn picked up a feather pen beside him and began to record the data of each organ of the eighteenth test subject.
He naturally did not forget such an important flaw as the handwriting and had already recorded it with his smart brain, if he wrote slowly, imitating it to about eighty or ninety percent accuracy should not be a problem.
After confirming that the state of the test subject was still fairly intact, Bock took from Patty a dose of the troll magic potion and forcibly grabbed the test subject’s head, pouring half of it directly into him.
Within just half a minute of taking the potion, the test subject fell into madness. Its body swelled up, tightening the iron chains, and it desperately struggled and twisted its body, shaking the heavy experimental table slightly, and its previous injuries healed at an incredibly fast speed.
Bock hesitated, not wanting to approach, but also not wanting to miss this good opportunity to gather data, he had no choice but to proceed with the incision.
However, test subject number eighteen made a move that no one had anticipated; it violently tore its right wrist apart, freeing itself from some of its restraints…
Bock was immediately startled, and before he could react, he was struck by a forelimb oozing green blood, as thick as a thigh, and was flung away…
Patty was completely petrified, involuntarily letting out a shrill scream.
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Bock crashed into the wall behind him, suppressed the pain, and stood up, his first reaction was to press the alarm bell to call the guards over.
But before he could act, a sharp steel sword followed along the gap between the ulna and radius of the forearm, pinning the test subject’s swinging right arm to the experimental table!
Then, Lynn methodically restrained the eighteenth test subject with iron chains, wrapping it round and round. After struggling for a while, the test subject’s body quickly shrank, and soon fell silent under the violent rejection reaction.
Both Bock and Patty sighed with relief.
Only after Lynn confirmed that this defective had died did Bock dare to approach again to finish the dissection work he had not been able to complete earlier, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
Just like with Nu’er, the flesh and blood inside the test subject’s body became shriveled and lifeless after death, like brittle foam that seemed to burst upon a touch, with its organs rapidly failing.
Lynn recorded all these observed details, then along with Bock and Patty, threw the dead specimen back into the iron coffin.
Bock looked at the remaining iron coffins and couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. He turned towards the two and said, “Let’s take turns, it’s your turn now, Patty, Timis!”
The witch frantically shook her head, not daring to approach at all.
“Then I’ll do it!” Lynn stepped forward alone and opened the second coffin, having watched for a while, he had remembered the process and was not likely to make a mistake.
