Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 490

Ever since Subject 77 was transferred to the lab pod, the agitation among the male subjects seemed to spike." The staff noted, continuing, "Administer a 50% nitrous oxide mix, that should calm them down."

The staff moved to adjust the settings, but one of the subjects, in a frenzied attempt to break free, damaged the control panel, causing a short circuit that went unnoticed.

In a fit of rage, I hammered at the pod door, trying to divert the staff's attention to no avail. "Damn it! Save her!"

Subject 57's life was slipping away, a pool of blood forming beneath her; she was in labor, desperately trying to bring her child into the world on her

own.

She wanted her child to survive; that's what mothers do...

Even though she'd been raised in a lab, ignorant of the world, her maternal instinct was to see her child live.

Her breathing grew more labored, tears staining her cheeks as she looked at me.

Pushing with all her might, she struggled through what seemed like a complicated labor, the blood flowing more freely now.

"Please... save her," I choked out, begging them to intervene for Subject 57.

The staff, indifferent to 57's plight, opened the pod door only after noticing three male subjects had collapsed.

A mercenary, attempting to sedate a subject, was instantly overpowered, his neck snapped by the unexpectedly strong subject. Their strength was truly formidable.

save her..." I watched anxiously as the three

Subject 63, who glanced at me before quickly moving to 57's

her fate, grasping the combat knife

made a desperate decision, her action leaving

had sealed her

door, cornered by the

this, and how many had died

a place beyond the reach of law, hidden from the

devils in the dark, crushing human dignity underfoot, treating people

back to the grim reality, its sound making my spine tense. I couldn't bear

cried just once,

the issues the staff

they wouldn't

so neglectfuls

was a product

the newborn, approached my

watched him warily, his gaze meeting mine, emotionless yet

signaled something in sign

His message was clear:

shocked. Did these subjects know me?

or

as Phoebe? But I had no