pertwk Chapter 68 Experimental Field
Chapter 68 Experimental Field
Chapter 68 Experimental Field
The core experimental field A-3 is located at the very edge of the eastern granary.
This is a fully enclosed planting area buried deep underground.
Thick, explosion-proof glass isolates this place from the outside world, and an independent air circulation system emits a muffled hum.
The highest level of security measures are not to prevent outsiders from entering, but to prevent things inside from escaping.
Under artificial light, the soil appears a sickly grayish-white.
Three members of the "widows' group," dressed in heavy protective suits, were carefully moving through the ridges of the field, just like bomb disposal experts.
Susan is their group leader.
Upon seeing Luo Wei appear in the buffer zone, she practically dropped the recorder in her hand and stumbled towards the intercom in the isolation pod.
Even through two layers of reinforced glass and a scratched mask, Luo Wei could still clearly see the near-collapse of fear in her eyes.
"Advisor, you have to take a look at this." Susan's voice trembled slightly as it traveled through the electrical current. "These crops, they've gone mad."
Luo Wei walked into the observation room and stood in front of the one-way floor-to-ceiling window.
Beneath his feet, the once flat and uniform experimental field was now cruelly divided into three completely different hells.
In Group A, the soil appears an unsettling dark purple, as if stagnant blood has settled.
This place was irrigated with a special fertilizer that mixed "gene stealer corpse powder" with strong acid.
The wheat seedlings have already grown to waist height.
However, this cannot be called wheat at all.
It can almost be called a weapon disguised as a plant.
Their stems are as thick as iron wire, and their surface is covered with a chitinous cuticle similar to an insect's shell, which gleams coldly under the light.
The edges of the leaves are covered with fine serrations, and the leaves are dark green to black. Every time a breeze blows, they make a "rustling" sound like metal rubbing together.
What's even more terrifying is their root system.
Through the specially designed transparent viewing window on the side, Luo Wei could clearly see that the roots were no longer soft fibers, but rather like countless tiny drills, frantically piercing into the rock layer.
They are crushing rocks and strangling all the microorganisms around them.
"This is the law of Tyranny," Rowe coldly commented. "The ultimate evolution and plunder. In order to survive, they do not hesitate to eliminate all 'weak' characteristics, transforming themselves into monsters cloaked in plant skin."
Then, he turned his attention to the Group B area.
The liquid poured here is a diluted "high-pressure broth".
The scene was completely different, yet equally nauseating.
The wheat seedlings here are growing unusually thick and bloated.
Each leaf is like a sponge soaked in oil, its surface covered with a greasy, slippery wax, emitting a rich, intoxicating aroma.
They look "vibrant".
But this is a morbid prosperity.
Clusters of colorful fungi and pus-like mushrooms grew alongside the damp roots of the wheat seedlings.
"This is the law of decency."
Luo Wei squinted, carefully observing the thick leaves that trembled slightly in the windless environment.
"A distorted vitality and stagnation. They choose to conform to the environment, turning themselves into a part of decay, thus thriving in this cruel world."
Although the "Ironclad Wheat" in Group A and the "Fertile Wheat" in Group B have strange shapes and carry a slight risk of genetic contamination, they have indeed survived in barren land and their yields are astonishing.
On this agricultural planet where it's easier to starve than to step on an ant, that's enough.
"What about Group C?" Luo Wei asked, turning his head.
Susan's face turned deathly pale, as if she were recalling some kind of nightmare.
With trembling hands, she pressed a button and slowly opened the sunshade in area C.
Luo Wei's gaze darkened.
There are no plants on the land in Group C.
There were only pools of gray, foul-smelling organic mud.
There were neither wheat seedlings nor weeds.
Even the soil's own microorganisms have all died out.
All signs of life have vanished, leaving only pure death.
"I followed your instructions and tried mixing the two fertilizers and watering the area," Susan said, her voice trembling with tears. "And the result—the seeds 'committed suicide' the moment they sprouted."
"They just disintegrated."
Two forces are battling inside the seed. One force wants it to harden and strengthen; the other wants it to rot.
Hyperplasia.
"The cell wall couldn't withstand this tearing and dissolved directly into a puddle of water. These two things are natural enemies. They simply cannot coexist."
Lowe stared silently at the muddy puddle.
A chill ran through me.
Yes, this is the normal law of physics.
Tyrannosaurus represents the ultimate in evolution, pursuing constant variation and adaptation.
Grudge represents the ultimate decay, the pursuit of eternal stagnation and cycle.
This is like water and fire, two fundamentally opposing rules in the universe.
Any carbon-based life form that attempts to forcibly fuse them will, like these poor seeds, completely collapse at the genetic level and vanish into nothingness.
but----
In an instant, the image of Chimera troop carrier No. 1 parked at the abandoned transfer station in Sector B-3 flashed into Luo Wei's mind.
The front of the car features a dark red "Wall of Gluttony".
It absorbed the flesh and blood of the Nurgle and devoured Tyrannosaurus's genes.
Instead of collapsing into a pool of molten iron like the seeds, it evolved living metal armor, developed a compound eye resembling a pet, and learned to beg for food from him.
Why?
Why can the chimera truck do it, but not this wheat?
Luo Wei stared at the muddy mess, lost in thought.
Perhaps it's because metal itself has no life, but instead becomes a buffer zone between two extreme forces?
Or perhaps, the car itself is an unrepeatable statistical miracle?
In short, the Gluttony Wall is a "freak" with a one in a billion probability.
This conclusion further solidified Lowe's determination to keep the Wall of Gluttony a hidden trump card.
This is an anomaly that even nature cannot explain.
It's a noise that would confuse even a warp god of the subspace.
"consultant?"
Susan interrupted his thoughts.
Luo Wei snapped out of his daze, the confusion in his eyes instantly vanishing, replaced by the detachment and efficiency characteristic of a manager.
"Destroy all samples from Group C, along with the soil, and perform three high-temperature sterilization processes."
He gave the order, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Mixed experiments are strictly prohibited. This is a dead end."
He pointed to the serrated crops in Group A.
"The hard-husked wheat produced by Group A was marked as a special military ration semi-finished product, as originally planned."
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"After the harvest, it's sent to the northern granary, where the chief butcher, Bill, performs deep detoxification and high-temperature, high-pressure processing to make compressed biscuits."
"Those compressed biscuits are as hard as rocks, perfect for the Oglin apes of the Astronaut Army to grind their teeth, and they can also be exported to the lower levels of other hive cities suffering from famine. As long as they don't starve to death, the hard texture doesn't matter."
Then, he pointed to the oily crops in Group B.
"The juicy wheat produced by Group B will serve as our management team's rations. As for the hallucinogenic side effects—ha, in this godforsaken place, being able to have a sweet dream is a kindness."
"Yes, advisor."
After leaving the test field filled with the smell of decay and rust, Lowe arrived at the deepest part of the Seventh Repair Workshop.
This is Father Alpha's private property, filled with the sacred scent of engine oil.
The high-temperature furnace is roaring, and white steam swirls like a giant dragon.
Father Alpha is in a state of extreme technological frenzy.
Several mechanical tentacles moved rapidly, operating a complex control panel.
Inside the giant crucible in the center, a mass of golden liquid was churning violently.
This is an "alloy stone" removed from the stomach of the mutated rat king.
This metal, formed under the influence of biological stomach acid and high temperatures, has an astonishing hardness; ordinary flames simply cannot melt it.
The priest added a highly alkaline biological enzyme as a catalyst, which was extracted from the body of the Fever-ridden Giant Rat.
This special enzyme miraculously lowered the alloy's melting point, transforming this stubborn metal into a compliant flow.
body.
"Praise be to the God of all things, what a wonderful response!"
Father Alpha's voice was hoarse and fervent, "The purity of this alloy is simply like a work of art!"
Luo Wei stood outside the safety line, wearing goggles, quietly watching everything.
This is the alchemy of industry.
Use the monster's gallstones and the bodily fluids of dead rats to repair the sacred machine.
"Mold making!"
At the priest's command, the crucible tilted.
Golden liquid metal was poured into the prepared mold.
Mold for the core shaft of the M36 centrifuge.
"Sizzle!"
The cooling system started up, and white steam rose into the air, obscuring the view.
The new shaft is being formed.
It not only possesses hardness and high-temperature resistance far exceeding that of original parts.
Furthermore, because the raw material itself is formed in a high-concentration subspace radiation environment, it has a natural resistance to corrosion.
This means that the repaired centrifuge can handle highly corrosive substances, even "corpse oil" and...
The broth will not be easily discarded again.
A few minutes later, the mold was opened.
Three dark gold-colored pivots lay quietly on the control panel.
Its surface shimmers with a captivating metallic sheen, like some ancient relic.
Father Alpha extended his mechanical claw and carefully picked up one of them, as if cradling a newborn baby.
"It's perfect—the Machine Soul will love this new skeleton."
Luo Wei also stepped forward, took off his gloves, and stroked the warm metal surface.
Hard, smooth, and heavy.
This is the pulse of industry.
The centrifuges at the Seventh Grain Depot, which have been idle for a long time, are about to roar again.