Mermaid Effect

This is a cruel punishment.

If Rand had any sane sanity left, he would make such a comment on what had happened to him.

desire……

Strong desires washed through his veins, and he felt extreme hunger and sexual desire at the same time (food and desire have always been the most fundamental desires of human beings), but only physically, spiritually, Rand has been completely overwhelmed by that A terrible pain overwhelmed me.

His stomach seemed to be compressed together, embarrassing saliva overflowed from between his lips, and severe pain pervaded every inch of his body.This time, his body seemed to be exploding with strength, and he frantically slapped the inner wall of the medical cabin. A few minutes later, the "Prince" and Laisha rushed to him at the same time.

They looked at him the way they look at a guinea pig.

But Rand didn't care about that at all.

He was in excruciating pain, screaming irrationally, trying to shake off the horrible experience.

And "Prince" sniffed the subtle breath overflowing in the air, and suddenly showed a bright smile.

"Raisha, let him out."

He said.

Laisha stared at the man who looked like a lunatic and showed a faint look of sympathy, but she cleverly did not show it in front of the prince.

Then she got Rand out of the medical bay as gently as possible, and then the latter struggled so hard that Raisha's gentleness had no effect. The "Prince" showed that kind of human anxiety and urgency in front of Laisha for the first time.He finally took over Raisha's job, directly resisting the struggling Rand, and fixed him on the metal bed specially prepared for this moment.

After feeling that his arms and ankles were firmly imprisoned by the metal ring, Rand's frantic and excited struggle became more intense.

"What did you... do to me...?"

A broken scream escaped from his throat.

At the bottom of his skin, especially on his legs, some hard scales were growing. They pierced Rand's flesh without hesitation and grew outward. His skin was as white as alabaster, but there Even cracks two to three centimeters long appeared on the top, and the edges of some shiny things shone between the messy gaps of flesh and blood—some scales were growing outward.

The pain caused by the forced mutation ran over Rand's soul.

He was fed some thick soup of fat, fresh blood, and vitamins—the taste was terrible enough to make Bear Grylls vomit, but Rand was driven to drink by that hellish hunger. Down two gallons or so of "bisque".

The transformation of his body required a lot of energy, and the "Prince" thoughtfully prepared food for him.

Staring at Rand like Grandet staring at Smaug's treasure, he had clearly seen the color of those scales, not even blood could match their bright red color.

If there is heaven in the cognition of "Prince", it is the color of heaven.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Amidst Rand's miserable screams, there was a violent crash in another medical cabin.With only the upper body of Munster's eyes closed, he was still in a coma (those special sedatives are undoubtedly effective), but his body seemed to have received a call, and began to crazily hit the inner wall. Those fragile frameworks built by the "blue lines" broke in this kind of merciless self-consumption, and the muscle tissue that had finally multiplied to a certain volume fell to the bottom of the medical warehouse like overripe fruits, and the blue colored blood mist.

"Mun-st-ter-"

And at this moment, the "Prince" suddenly noticed that Rand, who had lost his mind under the triple effects of pain, mutation, and drugs, turned into a call to Munster. name.

"Munster—help me—help me—"

This is an instinctive cry for help.

Obviously, his cries for help didn't seem to be useless.

"Prince" can't really describe that feeling, but it has a very vague, invisible, indescribable connection between Rand and Munster, and it's growing with Rand's degree of mutation. And gradually strengthened.

It is precisely because of this that Munster, who is still in a deep coma and theoretically impossible to hear Rand's voice, responds to him instinctively without even basic consciousness.

"It's touching..." "Prince" raised his eyebrows, looked at Munster, who was bleeding head, and sneered secretly, then he turned to Laisha, "Increase the injection volume of the tranquilizer, we temporarily It’s not needed yet. One meal, one meal is the truth of a healthy life.”

"Yes, but..."

But Laisha did not follow his instructions. She stood in front of the panel, her hesitant eyes turning back and forth on the screaming and struggling Rand and Munster.

"What are you hesitating about? Laisha?!"

There was a terrifying expression on the face of the "Prince".

He has already noticed the kind of...weakness that Raisha has defied common sense during this period of time.She no longer trusts and carries out his orders so unsuspectingly, which almost makes the "Prince" feel a burst of insulted rage.

Damn human genes.

he thinks.

If his isn't a clone - if he's a pure siren - a red scale.

It is impossible for Laisha to have her own thoughts, let alone disobey his orders like now.

He even wanted to kill Raisha directly here, but fortunately, in this short moment, the girl seemed to realize that she was wrong, and she quickly ran to the place where the tranquilizer was injected like a frightened deer. , and pull down the slider, even if the value on the panel soon turns red due to the illegal large-dose injection, the warning noise begins to echo in the damp and dark underground pipeline.

"Your Highness?"

Raisha was flustered... even though she shouldn't have felt that way based on the statistics.

She is dead.

She was given new life by "Prince".

But Rand's screams still made her very overwhelmed, and the human emotions she thought had been erased slowly seeped out like water seepage in the bathroom.

The "Prince" was very irritable and impatient with Laisha's reaction, and it could even be said to be angry.

But at this time, he no longer had the heart to worry about that little tool.He has more important things to deal with now - Rand's mutation has reached the final stage, and his limbs suddenly fell down like a power-off doll after a burst of erratic writhing.

At the same time, his feet made a soft rattling sound.

Rand's thighs began to come together...but not from muscle movement but from the amazing mutation in his body...his skin began to melt, and some flesh-colored worm-like things were growing, and they were like It's the kind of cheap toy magnetic plasticine that starts to attract each other and start to fuse after touching each other.

Rand's lower limbs are merging.

If all goes well, his skin will first firmly bind the leg bones together, and then the original two leg bones in his body will be ablated, and the calcium and energy he ingested in large quantities before will urge the body that belongs to human beings. tailbone - it has degenerated, but in Rand's body it will grow back...

However, if Rand can really mutate to that extent, his control over the prince as a red scale will be greatly increased.As the weaker side in the power ratio, the prince will choose to devour it when its mutation has not been fully completed.

For example - now.

The sound of cloth being ripped open...

The prince tore off his human coat, and he stood naked beside Rand, and then his appearance began to change.There was a massacre on the pier, and the terrifying appearance of the demon that the dead thought crawled out of hell once again appeared in Laisha's vision.

Those limbs shining with metallic luster, those swaying steel hairs, those sharp mouthparts...

The "Prince" climbed onto the metal bed like a long worm...

Its sharp mouthparts dripped corrosive saliva on Rand's skin, but this time Rand's skin didn't respond.

Rand's pupils dilated, the whites of his eyes were gradually disappearing, and a hoarse voice came from his throat...

His eyes reflected the prince's monster-like head now, and this head was approaching him.

The mouthparts squeezed in from Rand's cold lips, and the digestive juices were secreting...

At the same time, countless translucent tentacles emerged from the "Prince", they directly penetrated Rand's skin, and began to suck his blood wantonly like a leech...

A sense of satisfaction as strong as an electric current engulfed the "Prince" at that moment.

The power is flowing, the power is...

Suddenly, the "Prince" felt that his field of vision had changed.

Like a TV with bad reception, everything around him was shaking, changing...

He could still feel the cold surface of the metal bed, Rand's stiff body beneath his body, and the energy brought to him by the continuous flow of red-scaled blood, but in his mind, the "Prince" found himself in another place in a trance .

A transparent cage—

Numerous pipes and shackles tightly bound it in the small space.On the other side of the blurred field of vision, he could see behind the glass curtain wall, staff in white coats walking around, watching him whisper, record something, and communicate something.

A place he once knew better than anyone else...

Without even thinking about it, the "Prince" realized what kind of place it was.

Here is deep white.

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in the sewer pipe.

Raisha's eyes widened in horror.

She found that the body of the "Prince" suddenly stiffened like a stone statue.

Those tentacles broke off one after another as if they were scorched.

What was even more frightening was that the "Prince" suddenly uttered a trembling call.

"Oh... Rand... my Rand..."