Space Odyssey from Abandoned Mining Space Station

The sheer violence brought by pure physical strength allowed Chen Ming to effortlessly slaughter these twisted monsters.

For a moment, the entrance hall of the experiment center was left with nothing but scattered flesh and splattered body fluids.

These fluids were not the gastric acids Chen Ming initially suspected, but a viscous liquid.

Once contaminated, it would cause a slight increase in stomach convulsions.

These fluids were the carriers of dimension infection.

For ordinary people, contamination meant certain death.

However, for Chen Ming, their potency was insufficient, not even as intimidating as the heavy heartbeat he felt near that mutated heart earlier.

Moreover, the viscosity of the liquid was not enough to hinder Chen Ming’s prosthetic body; aside from being a bit disgusting, it had little impact.

Even when covered head to toe in the blood and body fluids of the mutated stomach monsters, Chen Ming could easily pound them into minced meat with his fists.

The power brought by this body made Chen Ming a bit addicted.

Because the exhilaration of landing punch after punch was something his original body couldn’t achieve, drawing him in.

And when Chen Ming snapped out of this feeling, there wasn’t a single independent entity left capable of movement in the entrance hall.

Only piles of blasted flesh remained, along with the mutated flesh covering the surrounding walls.

Chen Ming cleared the various substances clinging to him, then looked around.

It was apparent that the level of infection near the experiment center’s main gate was similar to Dusk’s underground laboratory, just a little less severe, indicating the dimension infection had already completely erupted a few hours ago.

But despite this, several hours had passed, yet at the Space Station’s perimeter, it seemed no one was aware of the situation.

Even the psychic who tried to stop him seemed utterly unaware of what had happened inside the experiment center.

Otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t have rushed to the entrance to block people.

Either go in to provide emergency aid or flee immediately; there were no other options.

So what exactly happened inside the experiment center? Why wasn’t any information from the inside reaching the outside?

Even Chen Ming had only sealed off external communications from the Space Station a few minutes ago, so why hadn’t any internal information been conveyed earlier?

The specifics of what occurred could likely only be understood by going inside.

Chen Ming glanced deeper into the experiment center and suddenly pulled out a remote control, pressing it.

The surrounding environment began to tremble violently, with the vibrations originating from all directions.

This was the separation of the Space Station’s outermost, the external personnel layer.

Chen Ming had previously reviewed the external personnel layer’s structure, which contained life support and power generation equipment, meaning even if separated, those above would not necessarily face certain death.

Thus, detaching the external personnel, where ordinary people were concentrated, from the Space Station was undoubtedly the safest means of protection for them.

As for what situation would unfold outside after Chen Ming took this action, it was no longer his concern.

After all, on his way in, he had locked every door he had closed.

Even if the people outside finally realized something was wrong, found they couldn’t contact internal personnel, and decided to violently break down doors to come in, there would be enough time for him to deal with the matters inside.

Chen Ming casually tossed aside the now-useless remote control and completely sealed the last door of the compartment he had just entered.

To prevent the dimension-infected flesh from leaking outside as he proceeded further inside.

After confirming the door behind him was sealed tight,

Chen Ming continued deeper into the experiment center.

So far, though the Space Station’s innermost experiment center had problems, there were no issues outside.

Those irregular partitioned rooms indeed successfully blocked the dimension infection’s leakage.

This could be considered the only good news on the Space Station right now.

But as he walked, a question kept lingering in Chen Ming’s mind: why hadn’t Zuo Jing replicated the partition structure internally?

His gaze swept over the interior of the first room he passed through after the hall.

It was as empty as the entrance hall.

Even though the isolation layer had a complex protective structure, the internal design of the isolation layer was quite spacious.

Clearly, the interior of the experiment center had a lot of extra space placed there for no reason, where a partition could easily fit without affecting the area’s original function.

But Zuo Jing didn’t do this, and Chen Ming couldn’t understand why.

Logically, the Space Station’s designer should know better than he, but now he couldn’t comprehend the structural design of this experiment center on the Space Station.

If the lower-level Zuo Jing element didn’t care about their lives, that would be understandable.

But not all of Zuo Jing’s management and some Zuo Jing elements were zealots who truly believed in Zuo Jing’s doctrine; otherwise, there would be no need for an isolation layer outside the experiment center.

The lack of protective measures inside the experiment center and the meticulous protections in the isolation layer are distinctly contradictory actions.

There is definitely something wrong here.

But now that everyone is dead, bringing this up again actually doesn’t have much significance.