A green container that looked like any other, but the difference was that this container was made of thick steel that bullets could not penetrate. In addition, the container was guarded by two soldiers armed with assault rifles on their hands.
The two soldiers were chatting loudly to fight against the waves that were hitting the ship. They didn't have to worry if their conversation was heard by what was inside the green container because of its soundproof walls.
However, they never thought that what was inside the container could hear their conversation clearly.
The creature appeared to be sleeping with its eyes closed, standing at two meters tall, and having red skin. Despite its intimidating appearance, the creature's plain expression and drool dripping from its lips made it look foolish.
This creature was Subject-45.
After undergoing the CP-190 energy infusion procedure, not only did Subject-45's muscles and skeleton develop, but also its five senses. Therefore, in addition to becoming stronger, Subject-45 also had good hearing. Unfortunately, CP-190 was too strong to be accepted by the human body. CP-190 eroded Subject-45's thinking ability, making it have an IQ equivalent to a toddler and lose its memory.
Nevertheless, Subject-45 was the best success of the CP-190 experiments ever conducted. Subject-45 was able to control his emotions better than other experimental subjects who survived the CP-190 experiment. It is not yet known with certainty the reason for Subject-45's success, and data shows that Subject-45 does not have any differences in brain or DNA compared to other experimental subjects.
However, if the CP-190 experiment involved Del or a cultivator, they would immediately know the key to Subject-45's success. The key to success, which even with advanced technology in the world today cannot be studied and is still debated by scientists, is the Soul.
Subject-45's soul is much stronger than that of other experimental subjects. Therefore, even though his thinking ability is eroded by CP-190 or in other words, "mana," Subject-45's soul can still control his body.
The soul is also what makes Subject-45 not experience a decrease in thinking ability, as the researchers at Esyha I deduced. Instead, Subject-45 is still conscious and can think clearly, but mana eroding its brain makes it feel extreme pain. To counteract the pain, its soul decides to reduce Subject-45's thinking ability.
The lower Subject-45's thinking ability, the less pain it feels every second. This is the subconscious defense of Subject-45 and other CP-190 experimental subjects.
However, the thinking and memory abilities of Subject-45 are only asleep, not lost. A stimulant is needed to bring back those memories, and along with it is the pain that will drive them insane.
"I don't understand what the bosses are thinking. I think they're completely crazy," said one soldier with a thick beard to his friend.
"Ah... I think the same way. How could any sane person want to show off a dangerous weapon that hasn't been tested for safety in public?" nodded another soldier.
"Ugh... this is truly insane. I know the three major countries are currently in a cold war, and the possibility of a major war breaking out is still looming over us. But shouldn't the EUN use this as a reason to endanger the public? What if Subject-45 loses control in the middle of the city?"
"I understand what you mean, but the other two countries have already started public testing of their CP-190 experiments. Haven't you heard about the red bear attack in Vietnam?"
"I know... How could they smuggle the failed CP-190 experimental subject into our territory? Fortunately, the troops in Vietnam are always on high alert, or else the monster could have entered residential areas."
"We don't need to doubt the low morals of those slant-eyed monkeys," the soldier spat with disgust.
"Heh... but instead of the slant-eyed monkeys, I dislike the blonde monkeys more. They're such hypocrites in the truest sense of the word. How could they claim the bombing of our fishing boat was a missile misfire?"
"You're absolutely right... Hey, what do you think if we release the failed CP-190 experimental subject to their territory? hehehe... We can just say the experimental subject accidentally got out of our supervision."
"Hahaha... Your idea is quite good, but it's better not to do it. If we do it, they will definitely underestimate our military capabilities again like before."
"Huft... Let's see when our CP-190 experiment is perfect. They can compete with their own CP-190 experiment."
"Hahahaha... Our scientists are indeed smarter than theirs. But by the way, Subject-45 used to be a human and a regular soldier like us, right?"
"Hehehe... Do you want to hear juicy information?"
"What information?"
"I know Subject-45's real name when he was still a human and a soldier."
Subject-45's body, which was as still as a statue, suddenly shook.
"WHAT? Tell me... tell me..."
"Hehehe... I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone else, understand?"
Subject-45's closed eyelids began to twitch.
"Okay.. okay.. tell me quickly," he said impatiently.
"The real name of Subject-45 is Feldy Schalange," he replied.
Subject-45's eyes opened wide, and his mouth, which had been hanging open, began to move again. He repeated the name "Schalange" over and over again, and his empty eyes began to regain focus.
"Schalange? Isn't that a famous family name in Teric City? If I'm not mistaken, there are many models and artists with the Schalange surname."
"Hehehe, you're right. Subject-45 comes from the Schalange family. But you got the wrong idea about the Schalange surname. It's not commonly found among the names of models and artists, but rather among the names of famous prostitutes."
Subject-45 stood up and walked towards the source of the voice. The steel walls of the container could not stop him from finding the location of the two soldiers. The more he approached, the more the name "Schalange" came back to him.
"Hahaha.. how did you know this?" the soldier with a thick beard asked.
"Hehehe... Before being adopted by the Affe family, I used to live in an orphanage called Flower Garden Orphanage. When I was there, most of the children had the Schalange surname."
When he heard the name Flower Garden Orphanage, clarity returned to Subject-45's eyes. Along with it came an indescribable pain that shook his body. The pain needed an outlet, and that outlet came in the form of anger.
"FLOWER GARDEN ORPHANAGE!!!"
A roar that sounded like it came from the deepest pit of hell echoed within the green container.
"What kind of orphanage is Flower Garden Orphanage? Where is it located?" the other soldier demanded.
"You wouldn't know about Flower Garden Orphanage if you didn't come from a wealthy family in Teduh city. Ah...did you hear something?"
"Don't change the subject. Tell me quickly, what kind of orphanage is Flower Garden Orphanage? Why does it sound so mysterious?"
"Wait a minute--"
*BAM!
A giant red hand with a palm larger than that of an adult human's head pierced through the steel wall of the container like a pencil through paper, grabbing the head of one of the soldiers who was chatting away.
Before he or his companion could react, the giant red hand pulled him into the container through the small hole it had made. But the human body couldn't fit through such a small hole, so it was like a wet towel being wrung out, blood spurting from every opening in his body before the pores in his skin burst out.
*SLURP!
The bones of the skeleton and internal organs burst and splatter out in an instant, showering the surrounding area with blood.
The remaining soldier could only stare in shock as the blood sprayed into his mouth. However, the training he had undergone kicked in, and he reflexively gripped his assault rifle tightly and aimed it toward the hole.
Before his index finger could press the trigger, a giant red foot burst out again, piercing through the steel container. The adult-sized sole struck the soldier's chest.
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the giant red foot hit the soldier's assault rifle first. Nevertheless, the human body was far weaker than the kick of the experimental creature, causing all the bones in the soldier's hand to break instantly, followed by his ribs.
The soldier's body was thrown out at an incredible speed, like a baseball thrown by Randy Johnson. However, he did not fly too far as the iron wall of the ship blocked his path. Unfortunately, the human body was much weaker than iron, so the soldier ended up like a red sauce splattered on the wall.
*PCAK!
Two giant red hands emerged from the holes in the green container, gripping the sides of the hole and tearing the steel container apart like a piece of paper. Then, the form of Subject-45 appeared under the dim light of the ship's storage container.
It stood at two meters tall with red skin like a ripe apple. Its long red hair flowed down to its knees like a waterfall of blood. Its red eyes glared sharply at the remains of the soldier still clinging to the wall.
There was no remorse in its gaze, only an overwhelming sense of pain that drove it insane. The pain of being sold cheaply by its parents and caregivers, like rotten fruit in the market, eroded its mind and turned all its feelings of pain into multiplied amounts, erasing memories of happiness one by one. Leaving this poor creature with only one thing, a desire for revenge against anyone who made it suffer.
One by one, revenge targets appeared in its mind. Starting with the Schalange family, Flower Garden Orphanage, and the scientists at Eshya I who turned its body into Frankenstein's. He didn't want to be the only one to feel pain; everyone had to feel the same pain.
Subject-45 jumped, hitting the roof of the ship and breaking through it. He looked at the beautiful moonlight night shining on his body, which could no longer be called human. The pain tortured every sense of his being, causing its anger to boil within it.
Before exploding in a long roar.
"RROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!"