Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!

Chapter 486 - 478: Semifinals 8

"You’re thinking too pessimistically!" The man was somewhat annoyed and explained again, "You know, the technology itself isn’t wrong; it’s humans who are! We’re simply trying to develop this technology to add another skill to humanity, that’s all!"

"What kind of technology requires implanting control chips into human brains?" Turbo stood up abruptly, rejecting the idea, "Have you thought about the world after humans are controlled by chips? As humans, if we don’t even have basic bodily self-control, are we still complete people?"

"How are we not complete humans anymore?" The man also got angry, "I’ve said, this technology is meant to make soldiers more obedient to commands, improving the efficiency and accuracy of their orders. For the overall military management capacity of the Federation Planet, this will be an unprecedented enhancement!"

"Fine, then let me ask you," Turbo stared at him, "How can you guarantee that this technology won’t be exploited by people with ulterior motives, spreading to ordinary people?"

The man was speechless, "Do you know how much it costs to implement this technology? Even if we exhausted all the financial resources of the Federation Empire, it would be hard to apply this technology to all soldiers. You’re talking to me about ordinary people?"

Turbo for the first time found him so difficult to communicate with. She took a deep breath, "What I mean is, if this technology is used by opportunistic businessmen, or by people from other planets, or even by criminals on our planet, controlling the brains of Dukes and Admirals, do you know how severe the consequences would be?"

The irritation on the man’s face became more evident, "Why do you always like to think of things so pessimistically? Is that something we need to control? A person’s responsibility matches their ability! What happens above us will be handled by those above, and we are only responsible for doing our experiments and research properly, isn’t that enough?! This matter is really simple, why are you making it so complicated?!"

The man was agitated and uncontrollably pushed Turbo hard onto the sofa, his expression irritated and fierce.

For a moment, Turbo even felt that the person in front of her was completely unrecognizable from the gentleman he once was.

After laying his hands on her, the man seemed stunned as well, looking incredulously at his own hands.

The room fell into silence.

The man slumped by the coffee table in defeat, "Sorry...I don’t even know what I’m doing."

The scene was fixed in the dim living room.

Thick fog rose up, and the Illusion Realm changed once more.

Turbo’s head was shaved, and she was tied to an operating table.

She struggled violently, her face full of despair and madness.

"Let me go! Let me go! I won’t participate in the experiment! You can’t do this! This is illegal!"

The doctor in the white coat was fully covered, eyes filled with indifference, "Your husband has already signed the papers, this is legal, please don’t move around."

A man in a white coat with a mask nearby had a guilty look flash across his face.

The nurse beside her forcefully placed a plastic mask over her face.

The vaporized anesthetic was inhaled by her.

After a moment, Turbo stared at her husband on the side, closing her eyes in despair.

On the operating table, her brain was opened and a chip was implanted.

Around her were all sorts of instruments recording data.

As the surgery continued, the man was constantly recording data and observing Turbo’s condition.

Suddenly, all the green data on the machines turned red, and the alarm emitted a sharp buzzing sound.

"Oh no! Her data is unstable!"

"Quick! Increase the dose of the anesthetic!"

"But Director Zhang, an overdose of anesthetic could affect her brain..."

"This can’t be! This can’t be! Her gene sequence is being rewritten! Her spiritual power level is rising from C to B, what kind of monster is this?"

"Kill her!"

The man aimed the surgical knife at her heart and stabbed it in.

With a "pff" sound, the sharp knife pierced her heart.

Turbo suddenly opened her eyes and locked eyes with her husband’s cruel and fearful gaze.

The man looked at her in horror, afraid she would suddenly strike back, taking advantage of the fact that the anesthetic effect on her hadn’t worn off, and stabbed her a few more times fiercely.

With repeated "pff" sounds, the sharp knife pierced her heart again and again.

Turbo’s eyes widened, veins bulging on her forehead from pain, her body covered in sweat.

The man became increasingly panicked, seeing that she still hadn’t lost consciousness.

Her gene sequence was constantly being reorganized, and Turbo’s combat value kept climbing.

Finally, the man couldn’t help but tremble with fear, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The surrounding instruments suddenly exploded one after another, short-circuiting.

The man was startled into a shiver, the sudden burst of survival instinct inexplicably fueling a surge of resolute determination.

Turbo’s hand suddenly grasped the bed rail beside her.

The man gripped the surgical knife in his hand in terror and violently aimed it at her brain.

"Ah!!" Turbo let out a scream.

The man saw it was effective and grinned savagely, wiping the blood from his right hand, gripping the surgical knife a bit more tightly, ready to stab a few more times.

Turbo suddenly reached out and clamped down on the man’s neck.

The surrounding doctors and nurses were so scared they turned and ran out.

Turbo expressionlessly removed the tubes from her body with her other hand, and in the frightened gaze of the man, pulled out the surgical knife from her head.

The man’s face turned red from being choked, struggling desperately.

Turbo stared at him with sinister intent, "Where are my parents, which operating room?"

"They...they..." The guilt on the man’s face deepened.

Turbo blinked, clamping his neck, pressing him against the wall, and holding the surgical knife in his body with her other hand, stabbing it deeply, "Speak! Where are they? Which experimental hospital did you sell them to?!"

The man twisted his face in pain, being choked, unable to make a sound.

His hands and feet twitching uncontrollably, trying to struggle and escape.

Turbo, unsatisfied, stabbed him a few more times, "Speak! I said speak!"

The man saw the look in her eyes and realized he definitely wouldn’t survive today, suddenly he laughed savagely, "They...because of your stupid trust in me...have already died on the operating table!"

"You deserve to die!" Turbo completely lost it, frenziedly slashing at the man.

The man’s body gradually became a bloody mess, even some small pieces of flesh came out with the stabbing.

He already showed no signs of life, only his body mechanically twitching.

Outside, someone soon arrived with security personnel.

Turbo pushed open the operating room door and slowly walked out.

People outside gripped their guns in terror, aiming in Turbo’s direction, "Don’t move! Get down!"

Turbo ignored them, mechanically continuing forward.

"I said don’t move! You are not allowed to advance any further! Didn’t you hear?"

With several "bang" sounds, bullets from machine guns hit Turbo’s body.

Expressionless, she looked at the medical and research staff hiding behind the security personnel.

Many of them were her former colleagues...