Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu lightly shivered for no apparent reason. She didn’t want to delve deeper into it, focusing her thoughts on the present instead, and asked, “Who should try first?”

Nu Yue, who was the most eager to try, was still on the cruise ship. The remaining few exchanged glances for a few seconds, and Wan Qingge shrugged, saying, “It doesn’t matter who goes first.”

“Even though normal people are at risk with just 1mg, we’re not normal people, but we still need to be cautious.” He Huan opened the packaging and said, “Let me go first. I’ll use three pens. My abilities have degraded the most, so if effective, it should be most evident on me.”

For safety reasons, Lin Sanjiu had Han Suiping and Guan Hailian close the door to another room. After all, no one knew what effects posthumans would experience when stimulated by adrenaline.

Aligning the orange end to the outer side of his thigh, He Huan tightly grasped three adrenaline pens, took a deep breath, and thrust them down with force. With a few clicks, the three small needle tips had pierced through the fabric of his pants, releasing adrenaline into his body. After counting to three, he withdrew the pens, his face flushed and breathing rapidly.

“How is it?” Wan Qingge hurriedly asked.

He Huan closed his eyes, took a few breaths, then opened them again. “…No change.”

Those few words cast a dark gray curtain over the faces of the other two. He Huan sat down, supporting himself on the chair. His fingertips still trembled uncontrollably, as if his body were considerably burdened. He checked his body for sensations for a while longer and finally shook his head. “It’s no good. I can still feel my abilities gradually draining away.”

“Did you not administer enough?”

Wan Qingge grabbed three pens, but before he could hand them over, Lin Sanjiu stopped him. “Give me seven,” she said, her heart fluttering in her throat. “His physical condition is closest to that of an ordinary person now. 2mg of adrenaline is the most unsafe for him. Let me try 2mg first, and if it proves effective, then let him take the risk.”

Her movements were extremely fast to ensure He Huan’s two batches of adrenaline could connect. In the blink of an eye, she injected all 2mg of adrenaline into her body. Suddenly, a dense black fog burst forth from deep within her body. Mrs. Manas let out a sharp scream, then she couldn’t hear anything and couldn’t see anything.

The pitch-black mist, seemingly stirred up by a tornado of violence, swept through every part of her body like a raging storm. Adrenaline seemed to stimulate something fiercely, and she couldn’t even feel her own body. The black mist engulfed her physical and mental faculties, becoming a part of it. Consciousness shattered into fragments like broken glass, only occasionally flashing a glimmer of light in the ruined darkness of her mind.

It was precisely this flickering glimmer that made her realize that the problem was the mass of black mist-like kidney, which she had exchanged for in Lava Hospital.

However, this realization was fleeting, as Lin Sanjiu was immediately swallowed up by the black mist again. She lost her sense of touch on the ground and her sense of space and time. After who knows how long, she finally began to see things clearly again, little by little, and found herself lying on the ground.

Tables and chairs were overturned, and unused adrenaline pens were scattered over the floor. Wan Qingge held onto He Huan’s arm. Both of them were retreating far away. They stared at her without blinking, their faces a mix of pale and blue, filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

The deep black mist gradually receded from within her body, returning to the shape of a kidney and back to where it should be. Lin Sanjiu called out “Mrs. Manas” in her mind several times, but the only response she received was a deathly silence. She propped herself up with one hand on the ground and slowly got up, feeling her muscles trembling all over—not the happy tremble of being filled with strength, but the trembling of muscles working hard after being suddenly emptied.

“What happened?” Wan Qingge also noticed something was wrong, hurriedly approached and helped Lin Sanjiu up, asking, “How… How do I feel like you’re even weaker now?”