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The voice seemed to carry a hint of dread.

Barely understanding the words, Sesame Paste quickly asked. "What is that?"

"Deathclaws have a matriarchal society. Female Deathclaws are significantly larger and live longer than the males. Several rooms downstairs have been turned into nests by the Mother of Deathclaws, but don't worry, those big ones won't come out. The widest corridor here can't even fit them."

"How did they get in there?" Tail asked curiously.

"They crawled in when they weren't that big," came a cough from the radio. "Forget about those things. You don't need to go downstairs. Just pass through the corridor in front, and you'll reach the door to the research area. The door is open; you can go straight in. I'll tell you how to get the serum!"

The group exchanged glances.

Everyone had already been spoiled by their super spy teammate on the forum and knew Mr. Yong was lying...

Since he wasn't planning to let them head downstairs...

Was there something down there?

"Rather than saying there's something down there, could it be that he's lost control of that area?" Sesame Paste suddenly spoke up. "I think his earlier statement wasn't a lie. He was merely hiding part of the truth."

Roshan wondered out loud, "You mean his authority isn't complete?"

With a finger on her chin, Sesame Paste nodded slightly. "Yeah, either his authority is incomplete, or the area occupied by the Deathclaws have already been damaged. Otherwise, why would he have completely cut off that part? Most of the doors we passed along the way... Were they closed?"

Even the corridor where Sisi disappeared.

When they went there again, the doors that were originally open had all closed.

The biggest difference between that place and other areas was that it wasn't occupied by Deathclaws.

Sesame Paste suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could it be that the administrator lost control over that part of the area, allowing it to be occupied by mutants?

If so, that area might be the only part of the entire shelter that Mr. Yong couldn't fully control...

"Hiss..." Tail glanced at Sideline Slacking and gave him a thumbs up. "Please deal with whatever is down there!"

Sideline Slacking nodded in understanding, slung the rifle over his shoulder, and grinned. "Ok!"

"What are you talking about?" The raspy voice from the radio came again as Mr. Yong faintly felt that something was off. However, he couldn't put his finger on it.

Those people always used a language he couldn't understand, leaving him utterly confused.

What dialect is this?

He had lived for so many years and had never heard it before.

Tail quickly explained, "We're discussing the combat plan!"

"Combat plan... Alright, it's good to have a plan. However, the most dangerous area has already been cleared by you guys, there shouldn't be any more dangers out there. Go get the serum and leave this place of trouble as soon as possible." The voice from the radio carried a barely noticeable urgency.

The long-sought treasure was right before his eyes.

He was already nearly unable to hold himself back.

...

The Order of the White Bear passed through the cleared corridor and headed for the research area.

The players of the Death Corps spread out near the entrance of the research area, preventing any mutants from swarming in from other areas.

Casually approaching the staircase, Sideline Slacking tried to feel what was in the darkness, merging his consciousness with the faint air currents, sensing the imperceptible fluctuations with his ability as a perception type,

"... That's the sound of a heartbeat." Muttering under his breath, he confirmed the direction of his target, loaded his rifle, and walked downstairs.

He eventually entered a pitch-black hall, with load-bearing columns standing tall, devoid of any lighting.

The moment he stepped on the last stair, he immediately sensed that the gaze that had been sticking to the back of his head disappeared.

However, as Sideline Slacking continued forward following the feeling he sensed, that feeling of being watched suddenly returned.

Stopping suddenly, he sensed a powerful presence approaching. Sideline Slacking gripped his assault rifle tightly, carefully searching every inch of the dark corners.

And just then, his gaze met a pair of amber pupils. The Deathclaw he was looking at was as large as a dragon!

Its body, tens of meters long, crawled on the ground. Its shoulders pressed tightly against the ceiling, with two absurdly long horns on its head being its most striking feature... In River Valley Province, ordinary Deathclaws didn't have features like that.

The air froze for a good half minute.

Wrapped in a hot, stinky breath, a deep, raspy voice drifted from a mouth big enough to fit a cow. "This is strange. Are there really still people living here? How did you get in here? Did that guy let you in?"

Hearing the Deathclaw speak in the language of the Federation, the bafflement on Sideline Slacking's face instantly turned to astonishment. "Holy shit, King Garbage?"

"King Garbage?" The amber pupils stared intently at him.

It clearly didn't understand what he was saying, but it read the expression on his face.

"Have you seen any other talking Deathclaws?" The giant Deathclaw asked suddenly.

Sideline Slacking quickly nodded.

Although he didn't know why the creature could speak, he seemed to have triggered a hidden storyline!

Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to speak in his non-standard Federation language.

"Our shelter has one too."

The Deathclaw seemed to know a lot about shelters, and it slowly spoke. "Which shelter are you from?"

"404."

"404..." The amber pupils dilated slightly and the Deathclaw pondered for a moment.

Sideline Slacking felt its gaze become somewhat blank, seeing that it remained silent for a long time, he quickly followed up, "Are you Mr. Yong?"

"Yong...? What is that? But the name does sound somewhat familiar." Suddenly, as if remembering something, the Deathclaw snorted heavily. "I remember that experiment! Haha, after so many years, there are still people who remember that."

Sideline Slacking frowned. "Experiment?"

The Deathclaw slowly opened its mouth, continuing to speak."That's the name of the Immortal Emperor... Or rather, Yong is his codename. However, his crazy plan already failed. You can see what has become of the outside world."

Sideline Slacking had already read about the plan in the experiment logs that Sisi posted to the forum, so it wasn't unfamiliar to him. What puzzled him was the identity of the Deathclaw in front of him.

That Deathclaw wasn't Mr. Yong, and it obviously was not the administrator. However, it seemed to know everything.

"What should I call you?" Sideline Slacking asked.

After a long silence, it slowly spoke. "A name? It's been so long since I've used one, I've forgotten it after I've turned into this creature. Call me Deathclaw or Mother of Deathclaws, whatever you like."

Unable to assert whether he really forgot or didn't want to mention it, Sideline Slacking gave up asking. He took a deep breath, and continued speaking. "Can you tell me what happened here?"

"What happened... Good question, since you know about Yong, you must know about the experiments conducted at Shelter 79."

Seeing the person nod, the Mother of Deathclaws slowly opened her mouth, continuing to speak. "Good, then I don't need to start from the beginning."

"After the original administrator died, we adjusted our experimental approach, adopting a more aggressive strategy, transforming the outer areas of the shelter into research zones. Capturing mutated creatures from the wasteland for genetic modification, and then releasing them into the research zones to simulate harsher wasteland environments..."

"This place is a natural testing ground. Theoretically our cameras could cover every corner of the shelter and we would be able to observe the entire experimental process. After completing our preparations, we began to clone unfinished experimental bodies on a large scale and send them to the research zones, recording their survival rates, lifespans, and other metrics. From there, we would select the most optimal individuals for further modification, then repeating the experiments."

"Throughout the process, not only did the clones evolve, but the mutated creatures we captured from the outside world also accelerated their evolution..."

Standing beside the Mother of Deathclaws and reading subtitles on his VM, Sideline Slacking couldn't help but gulp in fright.

What kind of battle royale was this?

The Mother of Deathclaws didn't stop. "We got a lot of excellent samples... However, what troubled us was that although they were close to perfect in terms of physical function, there was still a significant gap from the ultimate lifeform that can possess eternal life we envisioned. And more and more experimental data indicated that when our planet entered a new era, humans' performance under natural selection was not as good as those mutants. Not to mention giving birth to a new civilization, maybe in a few thousand years, you won't even see the shadow of a human on this planet."

"We heard that some shelters are researching human subspecies. Supposedly the new humans they created have even greater endurance for extreme environments than cockroaches. Although we don't know if they succeeded, their research direction indeed inspired us. If we're not limited to the form of life, our civilization can actually continue in another form on other forms of intelligent life..."

"Later, we adjusted our experimental approach for the second time, no longer focusing on clones. We expanded the options to all species. Soon, an excellent sample stood out."

Sideline Slacking's eyes widened in shock and he gasped, "... Are you talking about Deathclaws?"

"Correct." Blinking once, the Mother of Deathclaws continued, "It possesses tremendous vitality and unmatched physical functions. Even exoframes are somewhat inferior in front of a fully developed Deathclaw... And most importantly, a Deathclaw only needs regular injections of a specially made serum. Theoretically a Deathclaw can live forever."

"Although from today's perspective, this might seem a bit hard to accept. However, that might not be so in a few decades. When our civilization enters a new era, when everyone embraces evolution, then the people of that time probably won't mind what their emperor looks like. Our mission will also be completed in another form and the new era will sing praises of our deeds."

"In the third year of the plan, we successfully bred almost perfect specimens, capable of serving as new vessels for our consciousness. Through neural transplant surgery, we successfully transferred some residents' consciousness into eternal bodies."
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"However, it's regrettable that our experiment encountered a small deviation. Those specimens were too smart. Though we had accepted them, they didn't seem happy to accept us."

"Because of a mistake, some experimental creatures broke through the experimental zone. Some even escaped outside, including mutated creatures, as well as those other weird clones. You should have seen them in the wasteland."

This place is actually the source of mutations?!

Sideline Slacking could tell it was an incredible discovery.

Sideline Slacking immediately asked, "Are those Deathclaws outside from this place?"

The Mother of Deathclaws continued, "Most of them should be. Actually it's not just Deathclaws. Most of the early mutants on the wasteland were physically weak. Those escaped mutants should replace those naturally evolved mutants. Even those early clones we made should soon be killed off..."

"Clones?" Sideline Slacking was slightly stunned. "Do you mean those barbarians we met in the shelter?"

The Mother of Deathclaws continued calmly, "Correct. They brought the modified genes here out and formed their own tribe with the culture they learned during the experiment. However, some of them might have also left the shelter. It has been so many years, and the first generation of clones should no longer be alive. However, you should still be able to find some individuals who are different from ordinary people in some communities. Actually, those with modified genes might be leaders of some tribes out there."

"They often possess extraordinary physiques, and to some extent, exhibit traits of being a mutant. Do you think those are natural gifts they received?"

The Mother of Deathclaws bared her teeth, seemingly in self-mockery. "However, they can become leaders and continue their strong genes in the harsh wasteland. That's also a result of natural selection."

Sideline Slacking held his breath and thought of the boss-level creatures from the previous versions.

There was Bear from the Bloodhand Clan, and Gold Fang from the Bonechewer Tribe.

As it turned out... Their bloodline and genes originated from Shelter 79!

"I thought that that was because of the awakening..."

The Mother of Deathclaws let out a dull laugh. "Awakening? Heh, that's what you call that phenomenon?"

Sideline Slacking stared at her and gasped, "Are you a researcher here?"

"Researcher... Kind of, I did participate in the experiments."

After a long silence, the Mother of Deathclaws shook her long horns, joking slightly, "No more pretending, after talking so much, you probably guessed I'm the administrator."

"Some also call me the Great Stag God because of my horns."