(If I say this, can I still be considered human? Perhaps many parts of my body are no longer human, merely carrying a human shell...) As Zheng Zha pondered this, his mind suddenly drifted to other matters, such as how the "Main God" designed the evolution of the members of the Reincarnation Squads. If the "Main God" was the supercomputer designed by those ancient Saints, then the Saints must have left behind some programming. Even for an intelligent computer, the Saints would not allow something of such great power to be out of control. In other words, the current evolution of the Reincarnation Squads must be the evolutionary path confirmed by the Saints back then.

But is this evolutionary process truly appropriate? At least entirely speaking, is this evolution truly good? In fact, Zheng Zha first had this thought after returning from Starship Troopers, specifically after his battle with the Senzhou Squad.

Confronting that demonic Reincarnation Squad that groomed newcomers, the first doubt that arose in his heart was… is this kind of evolution truly good for the real world? Not every member of a Reincarnation Squad is a virtuous person. In fact.

When a person is placed in such a bloody and murderous environment, constantly becoming stronger, constantly possessing power, wisdom, skills, and knowledge that surpass ordinary mortals, that person will inevitably change. Even Zheng Zha had become cold-blooded. Yes, even he believed he had become cold-blooded and decisive, for the sake of his partners and friends.

He could kill any innocent person... Besides people like him, many more had fallen into tyranny, abandoning or even killing their own companions just to survive.

What’s worse, like the two individuals from the Senzhou Squad, they regarded themselves as beings of a higher order, treating other ordinary people as livestock like pigs, judging by how they tormented the newcomers.

From the way they stripped the newcomers of everything necessary to survive, if they were allowed to return to the real world possessing the power of the ancient Saints, they might very well become humanity’s greatest and most terrifying nightmare, rather than the saviors of humanity that the Saints hoped for. Humanity itself might be destroyed because of them... In this cycle of constantly experiencing life and death at the cost of survival, besides these few possibilities, there was another possibility: a purely destructive personality, one that hated everything in the world because of its own misfortune, much like his own clone... because it had lost all attachment to survival.

And hatred became the greatest driving force sustaining its life, so such hatred would destroy anything, including potentially becoming the executioner of humanity upon returning to the real world.

(Is it really like this? My genes are no longer truly human. Is this evolution or mutation? Once the fourth stage of the gene lock is broken, genes can be changed at will, making it even less likely to be human. Coupled with the cold-bloodedness, tyranny, loss of humanity, or extreme hatred for the world brought on by too many life-and-death experiences, and adding people like these... Did the Saints truly know what they were doing? Perhaps they are creating legions of demons, not saviors for humanity!) Zheng Zha sighed inwardly. He was about to simulate Xiao Honglu’s thought process to delve deeper into what might happen upon returning to the real world, when the researchers pushed eight gurneys into the room. On each gurney lay a person—men, women, old and young. The youngest was a girl of eleven or twelve, and the oldest was a robust man in his forties. All of them lay quietly on the stretchers, clearly anesthetized or knocked unconscious.

The middle-aged man smiled at the eight people and said, "Because we don't know at what age the G-virus cells will have the greatest effect, we have experimental subjects of all age groups..." As he spoke, he used a syringe to inject Zheng Zha’s cell fluid into all eight individuals, after which eight researchers wheeled them into separate sealed chambers.

Zheng Zha sighed silently. He didn't know what fate awaited these eight people. He presumed that his own somatic cells, having absorbed the Dragon cells, likely carried that terrible backlash effect, and these eight people were probably doomed. What struck him as strange was that the middle-aged man entered this room carrying a massive syringe.

The middle-aged man pressed a few buttons on the wall of the sealed chamber, and a section of the wall slowly slid open, revealing guards clad in black armor standing behind it. They carefully wheeled in a large, black containment tube. Zheng Zha looked closely and saw a crimson Licker submerged inside the tube. The middle-aged man inserted the syringe into a port beside the container, and the cell fluid inside the syringe was completely injected.

The middle-aged man glanced at his watch, then waved his hand at the guards and quickly ran toward the steel door of the laboratory. Only after both doors were fully sealed did he smile at Zheng Zha and say, "In half an hour, the anesthetic in that container will wear off completely. Those eight experimental subjects have been injected not only with the G-virus but also with a catalyst. Watch... see if they can possess strength like yours, haha! If they manage to break out, it will be up to you to completely destroy them."

Zheng Zha stared fixedly at the Licker container in the sealed chamber. His heart turned to ice. Those eight ordinary people were not only doomed, but their deaths would be unspeakably gruesome. He knew that his current strength included not only physical toughness but also the reinforcement from Vampire energy and internal force. Furthermore, they had only injected his somatic cells. If simply injecting his cells allowed them to fight a Licker barehanded, why would they have bothered stealing the T-virus original solution in the first place? They could have just extracted his somatic cells and injected those! These eight people... they were finished.

(...I'm sorry, I cannot save you. I must complete the mission first... But I promise you, the researchers who turned you into experimental subjects, they are all dead...) Zheng Zha muttered silently to himself. He then turned his head and saw that the researchers were showing no signs of stopping. They pushed in a man and a woman from outside the lab. After injecting them with Zheng Zha's somatic cells, they began to remove their clothes, simultaneously placing several empty containers beside their stretchers.

Zheng Zha’s heart leaped. He quickly walked over to the two people and asked, "What are you doing? What are you planning?" The middle-aged man was putting on white plastic gloves, and he replied without looking up, "Dissection... Originally, we planned to dissect you after obtaining enough G-virus infected cells, but since you cooperated with the Company, the dissection target has to be transferred to these experimental subjects. Since they are already infected with G-virus cells, we only need to dissect them while they are still alive..." As he spoke, he heard a series of cracking sounds, like the sound of twisting joints.

Zheng Zha tightly clenched his fists, genuinely afraid that if he relaxed for even a moment, he would deliver a heavy punch to the middle-aged man. With his strength ten times that of an ordinary person, fueled by indignation, that middle-aged man would surely die. If that happened, the mutual understanding he had painstakingly established with the Umbrella Corporation would immediately be shattered, forcing him to attack right away. This conflicted with his goal and would even prevent him from completing the side mission to save Alice, as Alice had not yet been fully repaired.

"...Just this. Return everything that was confiscated from me—my clothes, my ring, everything!" Zheng Zha turned and walked toward the outside of the laboratory, refusing to look at the two on the gurneys again. The researchers, however, picked up their scalpels as if nothing unusual had happened, and their blades sliced down across the chests of the two individuals just as Zheng Zha stepped out of the lab... (Everyone in this lab... you all deserve to die!) Zheng Zha gritted his teeth, walking toward his room one deliberate step at a time... This was the interior of the research base; the floor was entirely alloy. Yet, when Zheng Zha stepped down, the immense force caused the ground to tremble slightly. When he lifted his foot, a faint footprint remained on the ground. This terrifying display of power made the guards following him tremble uncontrollably. They no longer dared to approach Zheng Zha, not only because of his terrifying strength but also because of the palpable, terrifying killing intent emanating from him. He was consumed by the desire to kill.

It had been a long time since Zheng Zha felt this murderous urge, not since the battle with the Indian Squad. Not even during the fight with the demonic Reincarnation Squad, nor when his clone killed all his partners, nor even when confronting the primary culprit behind his clone’s tragedy in the battle against the Senzhou Squad, had he harbored such intense killing intent. This vivisection reminded him of a movie he had once seen, of the unit in that film, those insane humans—no, they could no longer be called human, for they had lost all human conscience in their hearts... "Everyone in this base... you will all die!" That evening, Zheng Zha retrieved his spatial ring, the one containing Tiger Soul.

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