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“Subject is emotionally unstable, administering Three Number Sedative. Brain Waves show abnormalities, increasing dosage.”
“Sample extraction successful, suturing the wound, injecting Nutrient Solution.”
“Subject exhibits abnormal drug resistance; Seventh Tranquilizer is ineffective. Switching to Fifth Anesthetic, increasing dosage.”
“Not good! The test subject has escaped! Notify Security Team! Grant Level Two fire authorization, allowing attacks on any part of the target except the head.”
“Security Team has lost contact; Test Area surveillance is down. Subject has been plotting for a long time; please authorize Kill Authorization.”
“Subject has escaped, immediate action required.”
“Gasping for breath,” Yang Xiaoyou suddenly opened his eyes, recalling the memories that had surfaced while he was unconscious, sending chills down his spine.
Although it was merely a memory, the years spent as a White Mouse were experiences Yang Xiaoyou was extremely reluctant to revisit.
Blood extraction was routine; muscle tissue samples, organ samples, and even brain nerve samples were experiences that now made Yang Xiaoyou feel nauseous.
If it weren't for the fact that his living self was deemed more valuable at the time, and they had been continuously ‘Heartwing’ during sample extraction with exceptional nutrient supplementation, he might have been completely dismembered during those years as a White Mouse.
Rdh Hidden Blood—a blood type so rare it appears in only one in a billion people. It was only after Yang Xiaoyou began being studied as a Subject that he learned he possessed this hidden blood type.
This blood exhibited characteristics consistent with its type and could be exchanged without professional equipment; it was nearly impossible to detect. It could be treated as its type without issue.
However, this blood type discovered in Yang Xiaoyou and named after him had a strange affinity with the source of the Seventh Virus.
It was precisely this affinity that granted him the single-soldier combat abilities that he now found somewhat hard to accept.
"Well, it's good that nothing unexpected happened. Those madmen indeed had their unique insights in the field of academia." After waking up in a dark, narrow space, Yang Xiaoyou didn't mind the overwhelming stench of the trash bin. She clenched her fists, feeling the change in her strength.
Although she had just awakened from a low fever-induced coma, aside from an initial dizzying sensation, her recovery was remarkably swift. Apart from the intense hunger gnawing at her stomach, Yang Xiaoyou's mental state was quite good.
Cellular Memory Division proliferation, a seemingly inconspicuous yet terrifying ability.
For a normal person, running a hundred meters in fourteen seconds typically requires about six months of practice; those with good physical fitness can often achieve it without any training.
However, moving from fourteen seconds to one second, and then from one second to eleven seconds or ten seconds presents exponentially greater challenges.
Once reaching the limit, reducing time by even one second becomes increasingly difficult. Maintaining one's original state requires continuous practice, and the gains from training barely offset the natural decline of the body. Regardless of how consistent the training is, as age increases, this performance will inevitably decline at an accelerating rate.
Yet Yang Xiaoyou understood that after being infected by the Seventh Virus and successfully suppressing the viral infection with her immune system, she had gained an ability that could completely erase the shackles limiting the human body's potential.
As long as her body reached a certain height, all her bodily tissues and cells would fully memorize that state. Even if she stopped practicing afterward, her physical condition would not deteriorate. Although the rate of improvement in physical strength would slightly decrease in later stages, that threshold would have already surpassed what humanity represented.
In Yang Xiaoyou's memory fragments, she had already reached the status of Global Number One Soldier. At that time, she still experienced a relatively stable rate of improvement. If it weren't for that explosion, what she could have ultimately become remained unknown.
Aside from this point, another reason for her capture as a Subject was due to this memory division; her body's cells would not experience 'aging.' Even nerve cells, which typically only decrease in number, gained the ability to self-replicate.
In theory, while it might not guarantee eternal life, it would extend her lifespan far beyond human limits. This aspect was also why those in the know among the wealthy elite coveted her so intensely.
Merely enhancing combat capabilities was just another method for them to create effective tools. However, the prospect of extending lifespan was something they could not resist.
Having learned painful lessons from her memory fragments, Yang Xiaoyou now understood that she must keep this secret to herself. No one could be informed about it. Moreover, before she grew stronger, she needed to act discreetly and avoid seeking out others for research as she had done before.
Yang Xiaoyou was confident in guarding this secret. There was only one source of the virus, the Seventh Virus, and aside from the current sample, there was only one preserved in the laboratory itself.
Mutations were irreversible and random. The reason his secret had been exposed was entirely due to his own ignorance; he had unwittingly revealed the truth, which allowed others to study him and gradually uncover secrets even he was unaware of within his body.
As long as he kept a low profile now, no one would know he had been infected with the Seventh Virus, or even that he possessed the rdh Hidden Blood Type. Without targeted research, professional instruments would not detect it.
Completely hidden in the shadows, he enjoyed a perfect identity that required no fabrication, alleviating most of his subsequent worries.
Having endured a painful life filled with memories, Yang Xiaoyou understood how beautiful his ordinary life was. However, due to memories more pitiful than those of a White Mouse, he now felt an extreme lack of security, reaching a somewhat pathological level.
In the half-month leading up to the School Trip, Yang Xiaoyou's daily daydreaming had ultimately drawn two slightly conflicting lines in the sand for himself.
First, he needed to preserve his 'peaceful' life as much as possible; second, he had to gain enough power or influence to ensure that even if his secret were discovered, he could defend himself. At the very least, he needed to guarantee the safety of his family and friends while also planning some 'surprises' for those enemies from his memories under conditions of safety and secrecy.
These two goals were inherently conflicting, but as long as he could follow the rough plan crafted from half a month of rummaging through his memories and balance both sides properly, it might be possible for them to coexist.
The Memory Fragments stored in his mind and the changes occurring in his body were his greatest assets and trump cards for achieving these two objectives.
"Due to energy supply issues, my body is still somewhat weak. Although my physical condition has passively improved, it should only be on par with an average adult at best. I need to supplement my nutrition to maintain this for longer," Yang Xiaoyou assessed quietly while stretching his body in a peculiar yet natural manner within that cramped space.
In his memories, he had once been a pure human weapon. The training methods tailored specifically for him when he was used as a White Mouse in the laboratory were complemented by effective techniques he had gathered after escaping.
Whether based on modern medical science or ancient practices like yoga and Chinese martial arts, Yang Xiaoyou's mind was filled with a wealth of knowledge.
For an ordinary person, mastering one skill throughout their life would be quite an achievement. However, due to Yang Xiaoyou's unique physical qualities from his memories, these diverse yet refined methods had been seamlessly integrated into one cohesive system, allowing him to develop a training regimen best suited for himself.
It wasn't that his martial arts creation was particularly high-level; rather, it was his ability to endure what his body could withstand, something others could not do, allowing him to verify it without hesitation.
The current posture was a form of self-examination, enabling him to grasp the flexibility of the muscle tissues in various parts of his body.
The combination of the Seventh Virus and the Hidden Blood Type was indeed quite miraculous. However, its primary function was to fundamentally alter the way cells within the body divided, resulting in only a limited immediate enhancement of his existing physical strength.
This was still during the time when Yang Xiaoyou had been waiting, forcing himself to consume two boxes of chocolates just to feel a bit better. Otherwise, he remembered that after undergoing such a comprehensive transformation, most of his excess fat had been consumed, leaving him feeling significantly lighter even now.
He paid no mind to his surroundings or the nauseating smell of the trash bin. In that dark, cramped space, he flipped over one side of his travel bag and, suppressing his disgust, began shoving chocolates and packaged raw beef into his mouth.
The blood from the raw beef dripped down the corners of his mouth as he fought back the urge to vomit. There was no choice; this stuff was more nutritious and cheaper. As for any potential bacteria—well, he shrugged it off.
After stuffing a few pieces down and allowing his stomach to adjust slightly, he wasn't sure if it was the influence of those memory fragments in his mind or just his body's instinctive hunger, but the nauseous feeling in Yang Xiaoyou's heart had lessened considerably.
Creaking sounds filled the air. After just half an hour, the travel bag that had held more than half its weight in food was nearly emptied by Yang Xiaoyou in an almost unreasonable manner, as if his stomach were an insatiable black hole.
He pulled out the last piece of raw beef and swallowed it whole. Licking the bloodstains from beside his lips, Yang Xiaoyou still felt a lingering sense of desire. The most vivid memory from that time was indeed that overwhelming hunger; scavenging for food back then had been a life-or-death struggle.
Due to being lightheaded from hunger, Yang Xiaoyou's recollection of that moment was quite hazy. The only thing he remembered clearly was that outside this metallic trash bin, an unexpected guest was lurking nearby.
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