After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 2092

Chapter 2092: Leaving the Lab

A/N: Tomorrow, I’ll tryyyy to resume 2ch/day! It’s just a bit difficult. T_T wuwuwuwu sorry if I can’t tho. Even the other stories are barely updating now. They also ran out of stockpile chaps. Sigghhhh, I need a hug

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This was likely what Virion was sent to investigate in this village. Otherwise, if it was just a mere rescue operation, there was no need for him or Beru.

Quo Town was the largest known orc-led territory, as well. If in this village ’branch’, there were already level 20+ scientists and minimum level 15 guards, the difficulty would be greater in Quo.

"Why are we in such a backwater place, anyway?" the other scientist asked the older one, sounding unprofessionally miffed with his situation.

Speaking of which, one of the two scientists kept asking such newbie questions. She remembered the one she killed was also relatively young, probably only in his 30s or younger. Were two out of three inexperienced?

Perhaps whoever was assigned here, except for the old scientist (judging by the rasp of his voice and the slowness of his steps), was one of the interns, or something?

The old scientist cursed at him for being noisy. "Shut up! Do you want this to be a success or not?! Remember: We cannot go back to the main base until we have ten successful cases with minimal side effects!"

"Considering how stupid you are, what if I’m forced to stay here the rest of my life?!"

The bratty scientist could only shut up. For a while, the surgery just went on without many words exchanged. Other than asking to hand over some item or medication, the two no longer spoke up.

Althea, as she lay there, was very curious about the process. However, she feared that even bringing a mirror out so she could watch as she lay would notify the others.

The old man had a higher level than her, after all. Not by much, but she didn’t underestimate him.

The process of transferring cores was obviously a tedious one. After they stopped chatting earlier, they really didn’t. Even their breathing slowed down.

Eventually, things seemed to calm down. Althea didn’t feel much fluctuation in the air, so she wasn’t quite sure what changed or whether it was a success or not.

It seemed to be over, since the two heaved a breath of relief and started talking. They washed their hands with the water bucket pre-prepared at the side.

"Finally done," the old scientist said. "This should be our fourth successful experiment in this village."

The other agreed, nodding. "Except for the fact that the half-orc chose the fire element, one of the most unstable elements to transfer, his physique has always been excellent, and our procedure—tried and tested—has been done perfectly."

The scientist sounded quite smug. "Now I remember why we do experiments in villages as well. We need villages so we can harvest cores without a trace and at a low cost.

"The elementalists in these parts are also weak, their potential limited, making their cores much less volatile as well."

Though elementalists were rare, at least the ones that came through were not too strong. They were also unlikely to have strong backgrounds. Their strength or potential was low, making them a much better fit for the experiments.

In fact, their ratio of four successes after sacrificing a hundred was already pretty good because of it. In the main areas experimenting with orcs, there might be more ’success’ stories here and there—though they had been low-key, fearing retaliation—the ratio of death was much higher.

"I just thought of something, Leader. Our first success case was two years ago," the man said excitedly as he chewed on some snacks for himself, as if oblivious to the corpses around him. "This means our pacing will only speed up. Perhaps we’d be able to leave this stinky ditch in just another year or two!"

She could feel the utter nonchalance for life.

Could she kill them now?

The two were not able to bask in their own imagination for long because there was a sudden spot shift in the room—specifically, over the subject.

"AHH!"

"STOP!"

"He’s burning!"

"OUCH!"

"I’m burning! Kill the fire! Kill the fire!"

"I think it’s coming from the core!"

"Damn!" "Take it out, then!"

"Those cores are expensive! Losing one is taken out of our payments!"

Althea couldn’t see what happened, but she could guess.

There was a lot of noise around, and it seemed like they were trying to take the core out of its new host. After some scuttling around, it seemed like they managed to get their bearings, but not before they felt heat on their hands.

"MY SUPERIOR CLASS D Gloves!" The younger one gasped in despair.

Althea thought to herself: The subject is dead; pretty sure that’s not just ’a bit harsh’.

Wrong.

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