Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 824 - 529: Cleaning up the Filth_2

Could not see the light thrown in from outside.

The building’s backup emergency power supply system, after holding on for a moment, also went on strike.

The bright lights from the few electronic devices equipped with storage batteries seemed to be eroded swiftly by the moisture, hovering on the brink of malfunction.

The thick darkness gradually contaminated this place.

Darkness and the increasingly damp air participated in a strange catalytic reaction, becoming so thick it nearly caused fainting and suffocation.

Counting the time, Schroeder hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashing with determination.

Even without the light, he was very familiar with this place, and could find his way around with his eyes closed.

He retrieved a charged emergency light from a cabinet.

He opened the black briefcase he carried with him.

Inside was a vial of medicine. It was developed based on the fragments of the "genes of the gods" he had obtained.

In the absence of a stabilizer, there would still be strong side effects. But at this moment, this was the best choice.

He needed to escape from here quickly, but he was getting on in years. Although he had been healthier and stronger than his peers over the years thanks to medications, he naturally couldn’t match the younger people, let alone those who were well-trained.

The drug had been improved generation after generation, and now, it was the one in his hand.

In the testing process, it wasn’t successful on the test subjects, so Schroeder had never tried it on himself. He always kept the latest type of medicine close by, just in case. He wouldn’t use it unless absolutely necessary.

And now, it was necessary.

He took out the medicine and fitted the injection head.

A full dose of the drug, he only injected a third into himself.

If he injected the whole amount, he would be as doomed as those test subjects. All the subjects before hadn’t made it through.

A third of the dose had a relatively high survival rate, while also enhancing his physique for a short time.

The drug quickly began to take effect.

His breath, previously rapid due to anxiety, steadied.

His tired muscles were rapidly recharging.

He could hear the powerful beating of his heart.

Every breath was infusing new energy into his aging body.

It was as if a withered tree trunk sprouted new buds, which then blossomed into branches and leaves.

The addictive vitality!

Schroeder opened his eyes.

The charging emergency light beside him couldn’t illuminate the entire room; the corners were dimly lit.

He couldn’t see clearly, yet he "saw" even more clearly.

His senses were in an extraordinarily strange state.

What he saw, heard, smelled, and touched all reached a deeper layer of the material world, based on and surpassing past perceptions.

Beyond that, he felt as though the air contained some invisible substances, things that filled him with trepidation and fear!

Schroeder steadied his nerves.

No matter what was mocking him or posing a threat, he couldn’t panic now.

He picked up a gun and put on night-vision goggles.

Then he took them off again.

His senses, heightened after the injection, found the night-vision goggles to be more of an interference.

This chamber had another passage besides the one leading to the office, directing toward the lab.

But his gut told him it was more dangerous that way.

That "unknown entity" was there at this moment!

Schroeder decisively left the chamber for the office and walked out the office door.

A breeze passed by.

The cigarette butt on the ground flickered with its red glow, bright and dim.

For some reason, he sensed an elusive gaze.

It felt very close, yet also incredibly distant.

As if it were within arm’s reach, yet existed in the vacuum of another dimension.

[At that moment, I felt the gaze of God]

The phrase that his mentor once wrote suddenly flashed through Schroeder’s mind.

Schroeder quivered his lips.

God?

I don’t believe!

Despite his agitation, Schroeder had been through a lot and had a mental fortitude not common to most, still able to deal rationally.

That was until he rounded a corner and saw that large cargo box.

The familiar cargo box.

He himself had packed the most precious research material, the core of the entire research project—a mutated century orchid—into this cargo box.

This cargo box should have been moved to the passage exit by the "decorators".

But now, it appeared inside the building, a considerable distance from the freight passage and located in the critical cleaning area!

Schroeder’s mentality almost collapsed!

This meant that he couldn’t take it out of the building tonight!

Calculating the time in his mind, he made a rapid decision.

He no longer looked at the cargo box and quickened his pace towards the nearest freight exit.

His significantly enhanced perception informed him that there was no one there.

No "maintenance workers," no guards, and no "unknown entities."

The underground research base’s self-destruct system didn’t stop because of the power outage.

The time to escape was still shrinking.

Schroeder now saw the large doors to the freight exit.

The century orchid couldn’t be taken, which no longer mattered. All he wanted now was to escape!

As long as he escaped, there would be plenty of opportunities to make a comeback later!

Without this precious experimental material, he could still go search for the next one. Like that suspicious bodyguard, like Feng Yi, who probably used Ancestral Factory drugs...

He could rally more forces, uncover the secrets behind Ancestral Factory...

All of this hinged upon escaping, upon surviving!

The freight passage had no windows big enough for a person to pass through, only a large door.

The main door, even if the power was off, had a mechanical keypad-controlled box door next to it, with a safety switch inside. When pressed, the door would stay open in the event of a power outage.