"Still, failed? In the end, even the only way to go was not to go. Yan Qingcheng fell on the bed, his heart was cold.

The girl named Peony took him into a new world, in which there was a noble and beautiful Wing Clan, born to be above the top of all human beings; She swore that he too would become like her, that he would have enough strength to resist the black hand that came out of nowhere; But reality hit him hard, the gene unlocking potion didn't play any role, and he didn't even make it through the first level.

"I'm really unwilling, I really don't want to hide in the shadows of the corner and steal my life." Yan Qingcheng lay on the bed in silence for two hours, and finally whispered unwillingly.

His upper and lower jaws clenched tightly, close to the limits of the roots and alveolis; With a sore grinding sound, one of his front teeth was misaligned.

The sudden pain made him burst into tears, and he rolled off the bed in pain and fell to the ground gasping for air.

"Yes, I'm really just an ordinary human," he slammed his right hand to the ground, blood oozing from the skin on the joints, but he didn't care, "I was born an orphan, I didn't have many friends since I was a child, and I was always ostracized; The only IQ that can be used is easily suppressed in this society where strength is paramount, and the so-called once-in-a-millennium resurrection miracle is nothing more than luck, and those beautiful existences are not at all something I can hope for. ”

He looked at the wound on the joint of his right hand and reached out his left hand to play with it, but quickly retracted due to the conditioning.

"It hurts," he said, licking the misplaced front tooth with his tongue, "that's how a normal human should react." ”

He lay on the ground and was silent for a long time, slowly calming his breathing.

He remembered the dream that had haunted him for a long time, and the cold female voice that showed him the way in the illusion.

"Wake up and return to your true companions."

A true companion?

"No!" He looked up at the window, a determined look in his eyes, "I don't want to continue to do nothing!" If you can't even control your own destiny, it's better to cut yourself off as soon as possible! ”

Yan Qingcheng left his hospital room and went outside the operating room where the spine injection was performed in the morning.

He tentatively pushed the door down, and it opened automatically, and it looked like they weren't in the habit of locking it.

He entered the operating room, turned on the light, and looked around, only to see that the tube containing the gene-locking drug was placed on the console next to the operating table.

"I'm so lucky." He picked up the potion and looked at it again and again, making sure it was the one left over from the morning.

He carefully recalled what the physician Cheng En had said to him, they had found many people like him in the past, and at that time, the Wing Clan had a small population and could only take radical measures, so they injected double the dosage in an attempt to increase the probability of awakening, but only the mortality rate increased, and the almost imperceptible increase in the probability of awakening was negligible compared to the price it paid.

The most important thing is the sentence "almost imperceptible awakening probability increase"!

In other words, on the premise of increasing the dosage, it can indeed increase the probability of awakening!

He observed the console, it used a more complex manual control system, when Yan Qingcheng was still in the Academy of Sciences, the intelligent system he used was much simpler than this.

But it wasn't too much trouble, he took the control panel from the console, which recorded the data and process related to the spinal injection, and he just had to repeat it.

"Two milligrams? It's good to change to four milligrams. He was about to make a change, but suddenly paused, his eyes flickering.

He stood in one position for ten minutes, but still moved his hands.

The final digit "2" was changed to "8."

Quadruple dose! Just twice the dose would have reached a mortality rate of fifty percent, but he resolutely chose four times the dose for the sake of that slim probability increase!

There was a secret about this potion, but Cheng En didn't tell him because he was worried that Yan Qingcheng would be afraid; When the drug was first developed, they used a six-milligram dose, and since there were no other species to experiment with, they had to choose to inject directly into genetically locked people; It wasn't until the first people who received the injections all died that they understood that the dosage was too high, so they urgently lowered it to the later four milligrams.

Unknowingly, Yan Qingcheng chose an eight-milligram dosage, and his outcome could almost be determined.

He inserted the tube of medicine into the syringe of the robotic arm, took off his shirt and lay on the operating table, fixed his waist with a mechanical lock, and tore off the wound patch on his spine with his backhand; After a few simple movements, his heartbeat had exceeded one hundred and fifteen per minute.

Looking at the control panel in his hand, he kept taking low-frequency deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

"Have you really figured it out? Quadruple the dose, using all the remaining potions in the medicine tube, this is a game of death. Have you really figured it out? He kept questioning himself.

His heart was beating and he looked at his heart.

You've explored the edge of the real world, will you be willing to go back to the empty lie?

And you have no way out.

"Well, let's get started." He pressed the "Injection" button on the control panel with all his might.

The tube of potion on the mechanical arm was all pulled out, and the thick needle popped out again, stabbing towards Yan Qingcheng's spine.

It hurts! He couldn't hold back his scream, but his hands uncontrollably broke the control panel.

"Damn! Forgot to do local anesthesia! ”

The injection lasted about thirty seconds, and in just thirty seconds, his eyes were bloodshot and sweat was pouring down on his forehead.

The needle was pulled out of his spine, and he backhanded the mechanical lock, trying to stand up, but his whole body was weak.

"This is the case if the injection is complete, right," he reluctantly tilted his head, looking at the control panel on the ground that had been broken by him out of control, and a little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Heh, it's really a secret, I don't have the money to compensate you for your losses." ”

He lay on the operating table and carefully felt the changes in his body, and after a minute, his body temperature rose; After two minutes, my heart beat and breathing increased; This is the same as the description of the doctor Cheng En, but is it a little too fast?

"Ahh A sharp tingling sensation suddenly struck, directly destroying Yan Qingcheng's sanity, and he bounced off the operating table, knocked down the console, and fell to the ground screaming loudly.

The pain of forcibly crushing the body by a huge external force is like being thrown alive into a meat grinder; Compared to now, the pain of the spinal injection is like being gently **.

In just the past three seconds, Yan Qingcheng completely lost consciousness.

A dark shadow walked into the operating room, he leaned over to check Yan Qingcheng's condition, nodded, and then pulled out the medicine tube on the robotic arm.

Yan Qingcheng's body was still twisting in pain, and a beastly roar came out of his mouth.

The black film and television were gone, and he just pressed the alarm bell when he was leaving.

The operating room became a mess, and the teenager paid the price for his decision, most likely his life.