Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 473 - 82: Tyrant_2

Akasi really was talented.

After all, the original possessor of Chaotic Will reached the pinnacle in this field.

And Song Que's extraordinary memory had recorded every hypnotic process.

Next, it was time for reverse hypnosis.

He secured Diana to the experimental apparatus, a device equipped with a restraint function.

In fact, such things existed in ancient times; the Thunder King Yang Yongxin's electric shock chair was a similar product.

He then injected Diana with a double dose of the neural retardant.

As a Hypnotist, Song Que believed she had a stronger resistance than ordinary people, so he wouldn't make the mistakes Diana had.

After all the preparations were done, Song Que began to recall some of the clown's actions.

This was a more advanced hypnotic technique.

Even though the clown hadn't taught him, the will of chaos endowed Song Que with an exceptional insight into this area.

Soon he confirmed the steps.

Before long, Diana woke up.

"You're awake, huh? Considering the air conditioning here is a bit cold, I put your clothes back on for you," he said.

Diana, drowsy from the drugs, just nodded vaguely.

Song Que laughed and said:

"Looks like I'm pretty talented at doing bad things."

The hypnosis began.

It was a long, tedious process.

Following the disruption of consciousness, Song Que had to establish a basic worldview for Diana.

Like the foundational code in a computer program.

How long this would take was uncertain; it depended on the skills of the hypnotist and the willpower of the subject.

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Evolutionary Zone headquarters, Super S-grade experimental area, Communication Department.

The Communication Department's responsibility was information transfer.

The various doctors experienced different situations in their separate labs, which all eventually fed back here, where the information was organized before being relayed to the respective departments in charge.

Jennifer shook her head and said:

"Hey, Zack, that slut Diana turned off her communicator again," she muttered.

"Cool~ Which unlucky or fortunate subject is it this time?"

"From the Eastern Fortress, Song Que. How long do you think this guy can last?"

Boring jobs always led the Communication Department personnel to do boring things.

Like guessing which experimental subject would eat a breeder today.

Or speculating which prey Hypnotist Diana would take down today, and how long the prey would last.

Zack mocked:

"Diana's an expert. Those from Africa surrendered in no time. As for Song Que? Despite his reputation, I guess five minutes at most."

"I bet on three minutes," another person joined the trivial activity.

Gradually, these boring guesses turned into bets.

The topic also turned to average duration for Asians, Europeans, and so on.

But as time passed and there was less and less to talk about, the people in the Communication Department realized with shock...

Thirty minutes had gone by.

"That Asian man can last this long? Diana is a super weapon who has battled across all seven continents and four oceans!"

An hour later, someone began to doubt:

"Did Diana drug that kid?"

"That makes sense. It's definitely that."

Two hours later.

"Damn it, could something have gone wrong with Diana?"

"What could go wrong?"

"Maybe the subject woke up due to strong stimuli?"

"You're talking about Diana of a 'thousand cuts,' she never fails."

Four hours later.

Diana's voice came through.

"I need some files."

"Oh God, what did you do in the lab?"

"Nothing much. I just need some files."

"The kid lasted four hours?"

On the other side of the communication device, Diana fell silent for a while.

After a few seconds, a single word came through:

"Can."

"Record it! This is definitely a record!"

"Ah, when can I go too? We can go together!" Jennifer said to Diana.

"I need the tyrant's files."

"Ok, I'll have someone deliver them to the SSS-grade laboratory."

The call ended.

Twenty minutes later, a person arranged by the communications department arrived at Diana's laboratory with a thin booklet.

When the door opened, Song Que was sitting on the experiment apparatus, while Diana, looking cold, or more accurately, very dignified, took the files and then closed the door.

After closing the door, Diana turned on the communicator and said:

"I need to come again, so I'm turning off the communicator now."

The words "come again" struck like lightning, and the communications department exclaimed in surprise again.

Song Que had simply raised their perception of Asians to a new level.

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Although Song Que had never had such an experience, he believed that four hours were enough to exhaust an ox working the fields.

Even the ground might not be able to withstand it.

However, the folks in the communications department did not doubt it, which he found quite normal.

In nearly four hours, he had managed to "conquer" Diana.

The current Diana was absolutely obedient to Song Que.

Her core code, her fundamental world view, was to satisfy Song Que's needs.

Of course, Song Que had also modified some settings. Now, Diana was pure and dignified beyond measure, and no longer had those lowly desires.

Diana unlocked the experiment apparatus and gave the tyrant's files to Song Que. She then waited quietly by his side for him to ask questions.

Song Que skimmed through the files with great speed and said:

"So these test subjects, were they born with white hair?"

"Yes, sir. The white-haired test subjects are actually a research project from decades ago within the organization, but this research is more important than any conducted in these decades."

Song Que continued to read, growing more and more alarmed.

Akasi, the white-haired test subjects like the primary mist, the white hair was just a sexual trait.

The reason they were different from other test subjects was because their parents... were also test subjects.

"So you're saying the evolution zone wants to cultivate test subjects who can be born through normal biological reproduction methods?"

"Yes, such test subjects, with no artificial traces in the eyes of the leader, are considered creatures recognized by the creator and are inherently more noble than those synthetically created test subjects."

What an evil experiment.

"This nobility, does it refer to abilities?" Song Que asked.

"Yes, abilities. Although it cannot be proven, among test subjects with the same synchronization rate, the white-haired ones are stronger. This is based on extensive experimental data."

"What exactly is the tyrant form all about?"

"That is the advanced form of the white-haired kind, and it's the ultimate value they can manifest. However, up to this point, the evolution zone has experienced a tyrant only once."

"Go on."

"It was a Greek named Kratos. The memories implanted by the organization led him to believe he had a happy and complete family protected by the organization for whom he worked.

The high-ranking members of the organization were like Nordic gods to him.

Before this, the organization didn't know that the white-haired kind had the potential to evolve.

In one mission, he was injured, and due to a miscalculation, the mission failed. The organization considered Kratos's combat power to be mediocre, labeling him as an A-grade test subject with a synchronization rate below thirteen percent.

Therefore, they subjected Kratos to brainwashing punishment. During this memory reconstruction, Kratos's wife and child were killed by the Nordic gods as a warning that the incapable did not deserve to live in the evolution zone.

But Kratos's reaction was strange. Instead of being submissive as before,

he became so enraged that it led to an astonishing mutation.

His combat abilities skyrocketed, and he began a frenzied massacre of the evolution zone's high ranks.

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Even though those high-ranking members remained as gods in Kratos's fundamental perception, driven by revenge for his family, he began killing gods.

He also demonstrated a combat power that could potentially make him the strongest among humans.

If it weren't for the supreme leader's arrival, he might have wiped out the evolution zone.

Even so, the supreme leader sustained serious injuries, and the evolution zone suffered catastrophic losses, nearly half of its high-ranking members and test subjects gone.

Our evaluation of the tyrant is that its combat power is at the level of a disaster-class boss creature.

And this is just an A-grade kind transformed into a tyrant. Whether higher-grade white-haired kinds could become even stronger tyrants is still unknown."

Song Que was shocked.

Despite the evil experiments conducted by the evolution zone, he had to admit that if such evolution truly existed, it could greatly narrow the power disparity between humans and beasts.

But what shocked him even more was the existence referred to as the leader, who had defeated the tyrant.