My Players Are So Fierce

The reality was indeed as he thought:

Name: Disposable Drug Storage and Injection Device

Quality: Disposable Consumable

Maker: Eden District “Newlife” Biotechnology Company Ninth Automatic Assembly Production Line

Item Description:

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“Damn! This Golden Age ad is tempting me, so where can I buy a similar black-tech injector?”

Murphy spat vehemently:

“But could you guys hide your production line better? Do you know a thousand years later a group of heretics are using your production line for evil purposes? Damn alien capitalists.”

He berated thusly, tossing the injector that left not a single drop back into the box, and picked up the notebook left behind by the old heretic, which contained some unfathomable data, incomprehensible without context. However, some journal-like text revealed the true identity of this guy:

“I was assigned to the Ratman project group; I really don’t like those dark rodent creatures, but I know I must persist, this is the best opportunity to showcase my abilities to Mr. Scholar.

I thought I needed to start research from scratch, but it turns out the elite troops in the Twilight Organization were more capable than I imagined.

While I was still learning the obscure knowledge from the creator, they had already fully transplanted the Ratman gene template stored in the Gene Sanctuary onto the common large rats found everywhere in the Dark Mountain Range, successfully completing the first phase of testing.

I will never forget that day!

I saw with my own eyes the scene when the first bipedal little Ratman was born amidst the convulsions of the giant mother rat.

It was stupid!

Just like its kind, it only knew how to eat, destroy, and mate, but the light flickering in its tiny eyes represented ignorance that was not repulsive. I saw curiosity in those eyes… it was born with the humblest intelligence.

And we!

We personally created a species that the Continent has never seen before! Its genes came from a world among the stars that has long since perished; we gave this race new life!

The creator’s power is already in the hands of the Twilight, and now, I too will share the glory of creation. This may be rebellious, as in any scripture, this is considered an act of rebellion against divine rights.

But my heart, wildly beating, tells me that this may be the greatest opportunity I can obtain in my otherwise mediocre life.

The Ratman only lived for seven hours before it died.

Mr. Scholar personally came to see it, regretfully telling us that our process of replicating the gene template still had flaws and we failed to perfectly recreate the standard form of a Ratman.

But that doesn’t matter.

The adult saw the potential of our project group, generously providing us with enough high-end equipment and a whole creation laboratory to make the Spiritual Overlords shout for joy.

He had only one requirement.

We must advance the Ratman project to a point where it can be used as a ‘biological weapon’ before the fifth wave of the Black Disaster, and according to my clever colleagues, it’s not difficult at all.

For this is not their first time doing such a thing.

Decades ago, they had already successfully created another ‘perfect being,’ a miracle led by Mr. Scholar himself.

They proudly referred to it as the ‘Beast of Destruction.’

It’s said that Mr. Scholar released those creatures he created with his own hands in the dark areas around the cities of the pitiful Goat Men, between the Mirror Sea and the Grey Desert.

He said it was not yet time for those behemoths to appear.

I cannot understand why such a wise and great person would join the Twilight, an organization of heretics, but as I continue to learn the forbidden knowledge of the creator, I realize that Mr. Scholar was once as ignorant as I.

It’s not that he chose the Twilight, but the Twilight shaped him as it will shape me!

Someday, I will return honorably with my creations to the White Cliff, and I will return the humiliation imposed upon me by those arrogant and foolish Psychics a hundredfold!

Alas, if the Circle Tower had been willing to give me a laboratory at that time, I wouldn’t have to be doing this right now.

But it doesn’t matter.

My cowardice and weakness have been abandoned; it is the Twilight and Mr. Scholar who gave me new life.”

Murphy furrowed his brows repeatedly as he read this diary full of changes of heart, realizing the dangerous things the “Scholar Faction” in the Twilight Organization was engaging in.

These guys are indeed not as aggressive as the “Origin” faction, nor as stealthy as the “Shadow Elves” faction, but the “biological creation” they are implementing seems to be crafting a true apocalypse army for the Twilight.