He’s coming.
The voice of that monster is back again!
Pasha, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly trembled all over. Her forehead was instantly covered with sweat, yet her exposed arms and calves showed no trace of perspiration, only quivering slightly due to nervous reactions. That bizarre whisper seed to penetrate every pore, needing not the dium of air to broadcast—it would just abruptly resonate within the minds of others. It was an incomprehensible, eerie language that caused intense pain to all who heard it, even driving their spirits gradually mad.
"Hmph!"
Pasha suddenly sat up, growling in a hoarse whisper, delivering a fierce punch to the wall beside her bed.
Bang.
Tiny fissures appeared on the hard wall as a clear fist mark manifested, while Pasha’s palm remained completely unscathed, only dusted with a bit of dirt.
"Damn this ghostly thing!"
"Get out of my head!" Pasha’s growl was sowhat hoarse, her spirit seeming utterly exhausted.
Bionic transformation is not about replacing all human organs with bionic parts. The technology Su Ziyu brought from the Southern Cross only allowed bionic modifications to areas other than the head. Currently, the industrial system of the Wasteland World has collapsed, and few organizations have the ability to conduct research. In the past twelve years, no organization has broken the barrier to replace the human brain with a bionic one, which involves a consciousness transfer problem, requiring the transfer of human spirit or soul into an artificial brain.
It’s certainly unachievable for now.
It’s estimated that only planes like the Cyberpunk Plane or chanical Ascension Plane that Su Ziyu encountered can accomplish this.
However, most organs of a bionic person have already been replaced, implying that there is little flesh content left within them. On this eerie island, frightening erosion cos not only from that bizarre whisper but also from those enormous monsters brimming with tentacles. Places hurt by them quickly exhibit Corpse Ghost characteristics, and unconscious contact with pollution leads to radiation mutations, yet none can affect bionic human with non-flesh components.
This is why only bionic humans are the last ones standing.
"Why did Solomon co here?"
"Damn!"
"What exactly are those monsters? Mutation of octopus? It’s not right! Octopus is far easier to handle!" Pasha gasped painfully, reaching out to retrieve a secret file.
Solomon.
A na recorded in one of her godfather’s most crucial notes; countless docunts were taken away by the Brotherhood back then, later she discovered that this person was once one of the founders of order in the Wasteland Era. Shortly after the catastrophe erupted, Solomon appeared, leading a group in finding thods to counter radiation mutations, even developing the antiradiation potion.
Such a person.
Should be lauded and passed down in the Wasteland World, yet not long after establishing order, Solomon was assassinated by a group.
So say he’s already dead, but the Brotherhood is certain he is absolutely not.
If Solomon is still alive, he would have been living for nearly two to three centuries by now, even longer than so Corpse Ghosts at nuclear stations.
Due to various reasons, Brotherhood has lost many mbers, prompting them to seek her aid at Polaris, hoping she could provide a team for assistance. At that ti, Pasha was also curious about everything related to Solomon, as well as why her godfather transford into such a monstrous super mutant, so she set off with a team.
But unexpectedly, it marked the beginning of all nightmares.
Once they reached the vicinity of the bay, they were attacked by nurous mutated monsters, including mutated sea creatures. The helicopter lost control upon entering this island, forcing them to land, followed by a series of bizarre events.
So reported seeing ghosts, so heard whispers at night, so claid monsters lurked in the wreckage of carriers.
Within re days, they lost half of their mbers.
So went insane.
Internal fierce battles erupted; by the ti Pasha barely managed to maintain order, nearly two-thirds of the team had died.
They wanted to withdraw from here.
But the real monster erged, a colossal creature with dozens of giant tentacles; bullets were virtually useless against it; they even used a "Little Fatty" micro-nuclear bomb but only wounded it slightly—the monster soon recovered.
No one had encountered such a terrifying monster; it dwarfed super mutants by comparison.
Trapped on this island, the number of survivors dwindled.
"Yuri Sis."
Pasha’s team stumbled upon so docunts at this long-abandoned military base, which surprisingly dated back to the Cold War era. Docunt contents were scant, rely recording Solomon and Yuri Sis’s profound connection, possibly both being Solomon’s aliases. The history of the Old World has been buried, even Brotherhood mbers are oblivious to Solomon’s forr identity.
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