Chapter 7: The Jungle Begins

The next day, I was sent to another experimental site. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info

My eyes were covered with strips of cloth, and I wore a collar around my neck and was dragged by chains, and the next time I saw the light, I was suddenly thrown there.

"Whatever method you use, please survive here for a week, if you are human, you will be able to do it. My cute little beast. 」

The sound came from my neck, and the collar that forced it was put on seemed to be hiding a sounder.

Whoever dares to speak in such a flirtatious tone does not need to think about who it is, and immediately guesses that it is Buzz Barnes, who has not been seen for a few days.

"You dead uncle, have you compared my ID beast species, although my appearance has changed a little exaggerated. But I swear I'm Naig Schödinger. Or is it because you are the result of my body that my body is like this? The destruction of the mansion in Xedinger is also a good thing you have done. 」

"As far as the beast's IQ goes, your imagination is amazingly rich. If it's not a valuable test subject, I'd like to catch it and keep it as a pet at home. 」

"I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment!"

"I'm sorry, but the law doesn't protect the beast over there. 」

"Then I'll kill you, pervert!"

The sounder makes a rustling sound with a bad signal.

The other party seems to have cut off the communication.

I felt a moment of detachment, and then looked up at my surroundings.

The vegetation here is full of game, and it is unmanipulated, and there are also limestone stones of irregular shapes and sizes, lying or standing on them.

And on the earthy yellow surface where the roots of the trees are densely spread, there are towering groups of giant trees. Looking up, I could see the young leaves above covering the small sky that I could peep into, but a few cracks revealed the strong sunlight hanging high above my head.

After a little more observation, I put together the information I had received.

It is a large man-made bush covered by a large scaly glass bowl.

The design of the sky, seen in books. The fake sky was made up of tightly assembled pieces of scales extracted from the beast that could freely change temperature and color. It can simulate weather changes and is mostly used to cultivate greenhouse plants suitable for different seasons.

Is this random weather control design to see how well the subject can tolerate severe weather?

Ever since I became this body, I have been manipulated in all sorts of inhumane physical and psychological ways.

And desperately gritted his teeth to survive the prison life that was restricted everywhere, and now there is an unfettered laissez-faire play?

The artificial sky stretches endlessly, and I dare not imagine how big this experimental field is.

How long does it take to rush straight to the other side of the facility in one go? How many hours, or even days? Besides, if the uncle is talking about "survival" for a week, not "life", can it be understood that you have to find food and a place to rest by yourself? And in this vast environment, there may be an unknown threat lurking, and if you are unlucky, your life will be lost.

The conditions for survival are very harsh.

- But I just want to live.

Because I still have some concerns, I can't be so resolute.

- My sister, Neri.

— and the reasons why I'm where I'm today.

So, I'm going to live until I get the answer.

After going through the Heavenly Beasts, they can survive without dying, this crisis is nothing.

I want to find the "beginning" that caused all the changes, and get back what I lost.