My Players Are So Fierce

But Mengha and Lord Qin did not leave.

After Loyal Brother departed, Lord Qin asked:

“Did you find the ‘anchor point’ you reported on earlier?”

“No.”

Mengha answered very dejectedly:

“We simply can’t find any anchor points that meet Cement Sister’s requirements.

But I guess, if we could locate some facility of the creator…

if the technology there truly is as divine as rumored, perhaps we could use this method to contact Cement Sister, and even let her sneak into Transylvania.

But my suggestion is, this is a last resort.

Her self-made device’s security cannot be guaranteed, it’s hard to say what kind of result we’ll encounter once it’s turned on.

It could end up like A Feng.

Freedom might indeed be attainable, but the price to pay for that is too terrifying.”

—

“The inter-world connection device, code-named ‘Prometheus’…

tsk, too stupid, whatever, first experiment, ready to start!”

In some secretive place, Cement Sister, looking extremely haggard and even thinner, was alone in a precision laboratory, wearing tight-fitting gear meant to protect the body, lying on the “hand-crafted spirit connection device” she had made.

The previously complex and precise instrument had been sealed, making its exterior look like a huge silver-gray device spread out over an area, resembling an X-ray scanning machine, but with a semi-enclosed device connecting to her head on the lying platform.

Cement Sister was building up mentally.

Having been researching this thing for a long time, she knew that once she started it, the most probable outcome would be pig brain soup.

But she had no choice but to do it.

Though she was the only one in the lab, she was sure that more than thirty cameras were watching her.

Those bastards had coerced her to this unknown place; she had previously arranged with Ruyi for her family to do a coordinated inside-outside effort, but she was outmaneuvered.

Damn it!

Now she was trapped!

Like a yearly pig in the pen, fattening up to be slaughtered.

“They can’t get any real materials now…”

Cement Sister lying on her homemade device, conducting pre-start self-check, thought:

“They must have tried, but Alpha Company didn’t give them this chance.

But they surely have confirmed that back home, an action potentially world-changing and groundbreaking is underway, and they’ve become completely panicked.

I am their only means to catch up.

This is a good thing; it means I won’t be in any physical danger for a long time, but might be stuck here as their research slave for life.

Damn!

Back then, I was really possessed; why did I have to make this thing in my own lab?

It’s all Little Lumi’s fault!

She sparked a damn curiosity in me, and now this curiosity is dragging me into Hell.”

Cement Sister lamented.

She is a person of strong action, stubborn and confident.

She is clearly aware that her scientific skills are insignificant compared to the cutting-edge technology mastered by Alpha Company.

The device she crafted is the crudest imitation of methods she can’t comprehend, but fortunately, she has some understanding of quantum interference theory.

Yet she has no confidence that her handmade contraption is of any use.

Even though those “protecting” her repeatedly suggested they could bring her fresh “test subjects,” Cement Sister refused.

She didn’t want blood on her hands for one, and if her stuff truly works, the first start-up could very well be her only hope for freedom.

How could such hope be handed to another?

She is a scientist.

She hopes to prove her own results, seeking self-rescue in crisis instead of waiting for someone else to miraculously save her.

“Experiment log begins, preparing to start, pray this thing doesn’t turn my brain into pig brain soup.”

Cement Sister said, then took several deep breaths and started a thirty-second startup countdown.

Meanwhile, outside the laboratory’s one-way glass, two tall Forbola were closely observing everything, the taller adjutant whispered:

“Commander!

Wouldn’t it be too risky to let her attempt this personally?

What if she kills herself…”

“All the blueprints have been collected, new apparatus is already being assembled, many researchers have confirmed the principle of this thing, concluding it’s essentially a suicide device.

Yet, some firmly claim it’s an unprecedented ingenious idea, but regarding whether it can truly connect to another world, no one dares give a definitive answer.”

The commander coldly replied:

“This is likely merely a project to scam funding.

However, our people have confirmed that ‘Real Different World’ exists, and we’ve dispatched many trying to acquire real materials.

Given that mysterious organization has begun expanding to recruit test personnel, it’s only a matter of time before we obtain actual specimens.

So, this woman’s life and death aren’t that important.

She is merely a backup measure.

Psychological experts have analyzed her various behaviors, concluding she is not the kind to seek suicide out of despair.

She’s likely not engaging in elaborate self-destruction.

So let her try.

All the data she obtains will be recorded, all her research achievements are in our possession.