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Reincarnator – Chapter 197 : Experiment (2)
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“What is this place?”
Light didn’t come through but the tunnel was filled with the strange and intricate machinery similar to the insides of the Satellite Fortress.
‘There’s no traces of weapons… This is not recent.’
Their claws and bodies were strong but it wasn’t comparable to their weapons.
Traces of war where desperation could be felt from.
Karioram made a confused expression and mumbled quietly.
The way Karioram had learnt their history.
And they had used their powerful bodies against the Sages to kill them off.
But it seemed like that wasn’t the case.
Pektoril frowned at Karioram’s question and then spoke out.
“…Pardon?”
“Don’t ask. Just look over here.”
“…Fuck.”
The countless rooms with transparent walls seemed to have been disconnected from power as they were dark but the Akalachia’s enhanced vision allowed them to see through the darkness.
Glass containers filled with liquids.
There was a monster-shaped one like the black leopards of the jungle as well as beasts which resembled gorillas.
But there were a few glass containers that caught their eyes specifically.
Karioram freaked out as he saw the glass container.
Of course this bird was completely different from the Akalachias.
It looked exactly liked the birds that lived in the jungles.
But Karioram couldn’t stop staring.
When he was finally able to look away, other glass containers came into his view.
These guys also looked much more different than the Arukons or Rebeloongs.
“What the hell are these? Why aren’t we breaking them and leaving them?”
“How could we, they’re still our ancestors.”
Since only 4 animals who had passed the experiments out of the 1489 different kinds which lived in the jungle.
And it was impossible to do so with the original method so they had to go through a lot of bodily experiments and surgeries to become similar to the sages first.
“…Are you saying we were mere experimental beasts?”
They had always been in awe about their majestic civilization and the Satellite Fortresses.
A single beam could twist rivers and turn mountains into lakes overnight, this kind of power left everyone in awe.
Since it proved that they were the victors.
These were mere loots.
But for them to just be experiments.
It was a treatment worse than pets and bugs.
Pektoril chuckled towards Karioram.
“…”
Karioram fell into silence.
No matter how many of them there were, no matter how they had ambushed them, it was logically impossible for them to win against the people with such technology.
Even if they could fly up in the skies or a sixth sense or destruction beams, they were mere fireflies against a lamp.
“Then how did we win? Aren’t we the ones standing on our two legs in the end?”
“Well. We were lucky.”
Pektoril thought of the days when he first gained a consciousness.
Exactly 790 years ago.
Since this was the moment Pektoril gained his consciousness and started to remember everything else upto this date.
Within the glass containers of the research labs and by the hands of the Sages.
Mouse, wolf and monkey.
And after they got used to their new body and consciousness, they had been released to the current Birdcage and had been able to live.
And he remembered the conversations of the Sages who was observing him and the others.
Though they went through a few experiments, it was pain they could handle with their powerful bodies and experimenting around with their the newly gained strength was exciting. Days flew past extremely fast as he practiced controlling mana day by day and thought of things he couldn’t when he had been living in the Jungle.
That no matter how strong they were, they would still get massacred themoment they go against the Sages.
They knew that they couldn’t challenge the ones who had given them their strength.
The giant metal mountain that blazed the mountains and the fields along with the sun-like energy that came out from those mountains, the Sages who controlled all of this.
If the Sages were a mysterious fear when they had been living in the jungle then the sages were closer to gods now. Of course the Rebeloongs and Arukons had different thoughts.
And the Rebeloongs, who were large in number and the weakest of them all, went through all sorts of experiments and suffering.
Even though they weren’t receiving such treatment, they were all the same.
Since a chance the Rebeloongs wanted would never occur in this place where hundreds of thousands of Sages went in turns to manage them.
A miraculous event occurred.
All hundreds of thousands of them. “Disappeared?”
The hundreds of thousands of them had all disappeared.
Of course these guys weren’t able to defend against the Rebeloongs who had prepared for so long.
And they had been able to win against the remaining small numbers of Sages with their tremendous numbers.
Pektoril frowned as he thought of the past.
Hundreds of thousands of the Higher Races had died against 500 Sages.
Karioram made a wretched expression from Pektoril’s words.
It was merely pets, who were trapped, escaping when the cage got loosened and biting apart their owner.
Karioram suddenly asked Pektoril.
If they were going to disappear then they all should’ve.
Pektoril shrugged his shoulders.
Karioram asked a final question towards Pektoril then.
Pektoril pointed towards the front as he spoke.
“What?” But Pektoril suddenly stopped as he pointed towards the end of the tunnel.
Pektoril hurriedly approached the entrance and entered the area.
‘…Arukons.’
And a giant wolf was lying against the wall of this giant area.
Pektoril exclaimed out heavily as he saw this.
Pektoril frowned as he looked at Dakemeia lying on the ground with a dull expression.
[It’s a present. I hope you treat it well.]
‘It’s that Metiron’s handwriting. And what does he mean treat it well.’
“This is…?” ‘Found it.’
And the small red orb in his hand started to vibrate toward the direction of its paired item, the Destruction Jade. [Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Next Chapter]
Pektoril, who had struggled for survival day by day in the jungle and longed for strength, a power like this and the ability to control mana was too good.
Only a few had been left behind.
“You’ll figure it out after we get there.”
Pektoril lifted up the extremely small black ring that was within Dakemeia’s mouth.