E/N: Yes, there is a same ff on the website named Marvel: Starting with an Immortal Body. It's an mtl while I am editing everything here. Your choice, read what you want, just don't come here and comment, calling this a copy every single chapter. It kills all my motivation to continue EDITING, not translating. Also, even if you don't want to read here, don't. Just don't ruin things for the other readers.
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In a dark room of a lab, the tooth-sickening sound of metal rubbing could be heard.
Two strong men in guard uniforms pushed open an iron door. They dragged a hospital bed and walked into the room.
On the hospital bed lay a teenager of Asian ethnicity.
His hands and feet were tightly bound by leather buckles, he could hardly move his body at all. He could barely turn his head to look at the surroundings.
The room was dark and narrow, with an operating table in the middle and a light hanging down from the roof above it.
Judging from the dirty curtain and the rusty operating lamp above the head, it is obvious that this place is not up to the standard that a hospital's operating room should have. There was even a faint smell of blood.
Besides the operating table stood a man wearing a white coat. He was fiddling with some medical instruments as if preparing for something.
"Fuck no..." Seeing the person, Derrick, who was lying on the bed, his mood suddenly got bad.
Faced with guards who were much stronger than himself, Derrick had no strength to resist. He was lifted and thrown hard onto the operating table, lying flat on the table like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Welcome back, little mouse." The man in the white coat turned around and stared at Derrick with indifferent eyes.
"I'll ask the same question, why did you appear in our research institute? Our security, including the CCTV, didn't find you. How did you do it?"
"..." Derrick didn't know how to answer any of these questions at all.
How can things such as transmigration be easily revealed to others, especially the man in front of him who claims to be Ajax?
Derrick knew very well in his heart that the name Ajax was fundamentally fake, a fabricated false identity.
If he remembers it correctly, this guy should be called Francis.
The place where Derrick is now is the research institute where Deadpool volunteered to become a guinea pig to treat his cancer.
As a transmigrator, Derrick has been in this world for just a little more than two months.
Compared with those strange ways of traversing, Derrick's process can be said to be very simple.
Just after a moment of trance, Derrick, who was playing video games at his home after a hard day at work, appeared in this mysterious research institute inexplicably.
Derrick, who hadn't figured out the situation he was in at that time, was spotted by the patrolling guards and knocked unconscious.
When Derrick woke up, he found himself lying on the operating table, being injected with some kind of medicine by a man in a white coat. There was no room for resistance during the whole process. The leather buckles were really strong.
What greeted Derrick afterwards were series of brutal interrogations and torture.
Getting beaten with iron rods, drowning, suffocating, enduring high temperatures, getting soaked in ice water...
Derrick couldn't remember how many times he had survived that abuse. If things don't improve, he would start losing his mind
Every once in a while, Derrick would be sent into this operating room by the guards and here, he would always be greeted by Francis, a perverted sadist. Francis tortured him in different ways each time and its intensity gradually increased.
It increased until Derrick's body couldn't bear the load anymore, or he passed out. These tortures made him feel like dying would be better than continuing but whenever he would try to kill himself, he would later open his eyes, still alive, being forced to bear another round of torture for trying to kill himself.
Over and over and over and over again...
Derrick wants to get out of this lab, he wants to see the sun again but he knows what will happen. He knows the future, and he knows very well that if he answers any questions that Francis asks, his days might start getting much worse.
Moreover, he was not the only unlucky guy being tortured here, all the 'patients' in this lab were actually experimental subjects who had lost their freedom like him.
The painful experience these days made Derrick understand one thing thoroughly. The only way to stop this torture now is not even death, it is to escape this lab.
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After waiting for a while, Francis figured that Derrick still had no intention of answering, Francis' eyes showed a trace of coldness.
"It seems that you still don't intend to tell the truth...It's okay, we have all time in the world. I'll make you talk." Francis said. His fingers trailed slowly down Derrick's cheek, leaving a cold, clammy trail in his wake.
Francis pushed some needles connected to some wires next to him in front of Derrick.
His fingers were stained with some unknown liquid and he began to spread it evenly on Derrick's temples.
As if wanting to crush Derrick's mentality, Francis said slowly while fiddling with Derrick, "In the next few days, your body will be continuously connected to some current, but you can rest assured that this voltage will not kill you. It will only make you feel a little pain and uncomfortable."
Looking at the metal needles in Francis' hands, Derrick's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait!" Derrick spoke up. Forced by the oppressive atmosphere, Derrick finally spoke.
Seeing this, Francis immediately thought that his method had worked. He looked down at Derrick, and said with a sneer, "I'll give you one last chance to tell me. Who are you?"
"I am..." Derrick's mind was running wildly. He definitely couldn't tell the truth so his mind was trying to make an identity.
Derrick had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Yes, it's I am… it's actually quite complicated..."
Francis frowned, it sounded like Derrick was trying to make a joke out of him. He couldn't help urging, "Say it!"
There was no way that Derrick would simply reveal everything. He then proceeded to say: "How should I say that? I can only say that I know everything but I don't know myself. You can't understand it if I myself don't know who I am. So, let's both not waste our precious time and go our own ways?"
Francis carefully analyzed Derrick's words. Obviously, he didn't get any useful information in the end.
"So your identity is?" Francis asked with an expectant look and a notebook in his hands.
"I know everything I understand and it's useless to say what I don't understand, so do you understand who I might be?"
"..."
The smile on Francis' face froze instantly, what did he understand? Wasn't this all just a bunch of nonsense?
At this point, Francis couldn't see Derrick confessing to his real identity anytime soon.
His face darkened: "Very well. I hope you can leave the lab while retaining this quality-humour. IF you remain alive till then, that is." Francis stopped talking politely with Derrick. He took the metal needle and pinned it to Derrick's temple...
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After an unknown amount of time, Derrick opened his eyes again.
The operating room that caused him the pain was gone. He was now in a grand and spacious hall.
Through the dim lights in the hall, he could see a large number of hospital beds around him.
Lying on it were people in white hospital gowns. They all had different expressions but most of them were numb. There were endless wailing and screams and an atmosphere of despair filled the entire hall.
"Well..." After the recovery of his consciousness, Derrick's body suddenly felt a sharp pain.
He held his chest with his hand tightly, cold sweat oozed out from his forehead as his face turned very pale from pain.
At that moment, Derrick felt as if countless ants were gnawing on his body.
He did not feel this pain till now because he was unconscious.
It was happening because his body was connected to the high voltage electric current. Under the stimulation of the electric current, his muscles and nerves suffered serious damage, his organs were damaged, resulting in intense pain but he had felt things like this before.
If Derrick hadn't gotten used to the pain from the experience during this time, he probably couldn't help crying out at the moment.
'I…really might die anytime now…' After a lot of efforts on suppressing the maddening pain, Derrick said to himself.
Following his thoughts, a character panel suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
[Player: Derrick]
[Sex: Male]
[Age: 18 years old]
[Talent: None]
The character panel that appeared in front of Derrick's eyes was the same as the one from the game he was playing before coming here.
Danganronpa.
It was the mobile game officially launched by the famous company, 'Spike'.
Players could unlock various talents by completing tasks and getting achievements, allowing them to build a character as they liked. In the game, everyone aimed to make a perfect being with all the talents.
After his traversion, this game followed Derrick to this world.
Having read all the web novels in his past, Derrick knew what systems like these were capable of. It was now the only hope for Derrick to escape from this torture.
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E/N: Danganronpa is a Japanese dark-adventure video game primarily surrounding various groups of apparent high school students who are forced into murdering each other by a robotic teddy bear named Monokuma.
P.S. I hope you like this, Happy reading.