CHAPTER 606: CHAPTER 604: THE SECRET BETRAYAL

Etolia, Felda, the black skyscraper.

George stepped out of the lab, shed his hazmat suit, and entered the bathroom.

He turned on the tap to wash his hands, only to find them uncontrollably shaking. So he gripped his fingers tightly, baring his teeth, trying to calm himself down.

Nothing to be afraid of, although It is in heaven, there’s no network anymore. The building doesn’t even have surveillance installed; as long as he doesn’t speak up, no one will know.

George comforted himself with these thoughts, then washed his face, and looked at the exhausted, stubbled middle-aged Caucasian in the mirror.

The bathroom door banged open abruptly, startling George.

He turned to see—it was his coworker, Boli.

"Hey," Boli greeted, heading towards the urinal.

George watched Boli through the mirror and asked, "Can we leave now?"

Tsss, tsss—the sound of urine splashing.

"Yeah, we can go now," Boli responded.

"Any progress?" asked George.

"Nothing for now. The boss isn’t rushing us anyway," Boli said.

"You call him ’boss’?" George said.

"What else... Anyway, it’s all the same," remarked Boli.

He shook off and zipped up.

He passed George, heading towards the door, but stopped, and said, "I’d advise you to stop harboring any ill thoughts. It’s not bad here, and you should be used to it by now. Working for Him is definitely better than working for that Johnny."

With that, Boli left the bathroom.

But it’s not the same...

George shook his head.

From the very beginning, he hadn’t been a volunteer.

Years ago, Johnny had violently taken George’s Black Medicine research team. Back then, George was working for a small pharmaceutical company. Although he knew Black Medicine was not clean, he swore it was only after Johnny came that he realized how many people his previous work had killed.

The greatest benefit of a civilized society is that it breaks many anti-human activities into countless small steps, with each person responsible for only one link. This way, no one feels guilty, and they don’t even believe they’re doing harm.

But in the environment of the beast, he finally understood what it meant to push a tube of Black Medicine into a person’s spine.

The scene of Divine Power Tianyang cutting open his own back flashed through George’s mind. He had been there too; the Black Medicine in Divine Power Tianyang’s spine was extracted and canned by him.

This miraculous liquid had killed many and turned some lucky ones into gods on earth, but an average success rate of 1 in 4200 was too cruel. However, when he was working for the pharmaceutical company, he wasn’t aware of this horrifying failure rate – the company only told him there were still plenty of "monkeys" for experiments.

Many "monkeys" died, and there were even more "monkeys" to replace them.

Where did all these monkeys come from?

Now he understood, if necessary, it takes just a few seconds for a person to become a "monkey."

Johnny never paid the promised money to the team. In fact, George, along with many other teams that had been captured, had become slaves.

Highly intelligent slaves, working for the beast.

Now, the "higher-ups" had been replaced by Divine Power Tianyang.

He truly gave a lot of money.

No, He gave something even more valuable than casually printed banknotes. George had accumulated several tons of gold in salary alone over the years...

But the problem was, there was nowhere to spend it, and his room and board were also covered by the Pei Guode Hotel, so he didn’t need to spend any money.

He was going to destroy this world, George was very clear about what Divine Power Tianyang wanted. If Black Medicine was successfully developed, monsters like Him would soon cover the land.

A world of monsters had no need for gold.

And he couldn’t flee; he didn’t dare entertain the thought.

All he needed to do was leave the black building, leave Felda, and he wouldn’t get far before it even came to Divine Power Tianyang himself; as a minor character, naturally, there would be an equivalent minor character to take him back.

George hoped to maintain his "nondescript" status in the team; he didn’t want to be marked as "a scientist who attempted and failed to escape."

But as the Black Medicine research progressed steadily, the world was about to drastically change.

It wasn’t as safe as it appeared.

The research team had been attacked, and many had died.

Divine Power Tianyang was invincible, but the people following Him were not...

Besides, the colleagues who had been dispatched to the desert had gone completely silent, which was not a good sign.

But there was always a chance for change.

After work one day, a stranger approached George.

At the café he often visited, someone who looked like a convert struck up a conversation with him.

With the influx of people recently, it wasn’t surprising to see some strange new faces in the bars and cafés.

The stranger seemed perfectly ordinary, just very chatty, but George still picked up on something odd in his blabber.

The stranger was extremely careful with his words; he dared not speak the name of Divine Power Tianyang, and he was indirectly trying to confirm one thing: whether or not George was conducting research in the black building.

At first, both parties were very cautious, but after several "coincidental" encounters over a few days, George and he both understood that the other was their opportunity.

George wanted to leave because staying meant he’d either die in the next attack or disappear like his colleagues sent to the desert.

And the stranger, he had come from outside; he wasn’t on a pilgrimage—he was a Council Army operative. Whatever Divine Power Tianyang was working on, he hoped to take back some samples.

George hesitated for days, but today he finally resolved to take this step.

It meant betraying a god.

George was incredibly nervous; he had left the restroom, and it was already 5:30 PM.

He had arranged to meet the man at 6:00 PM in the café, so he left the black building early, walking on edge the entire way, fearful of being followed.

The streets were now full of fervent believers and fanatic cult members who danced wildly, basking in the warm golden sunlight.

He had replaced the sun in Heisai State; there was no night on this continent now.

"Hey! Over here, John, over here!"

George saw the man from afar, sitting at an outdoor table at the café, waving to him.

George had used an alias, and the other was just as careful, calling himself Mr. D.

"John, let’s go inside and find a spot," Mr. D said.

The two of them headed to the furthest corner inside the café, where the man ordered two cups of black coffee, and they took their seats.

After a sip, they began the small talk to warm up the conversation.

"We should talk about something more substantial now. I know you want to leave this place..." Mr. D lowered his tone, glancing around at the other people in the café.

"It’s so different here compared to the outside, the changes are too great," George said.

"You’re not having second thoughts, are you?" Mr. D asked alertly.

George, taken aback, quickly responded, "No, no, of course, I haven’t changed my mind..."