For over a hundred years, scientists have conducted thousands—if not hundreds of thousands—of experiments, all in pursuit of creating a new life form. At first, their goal was to prove that sacrifice in research is essential. But in reality, not a single one of their test subjects ever survived.
Eventually, laws concerning human rights in experimentation were established, limiting their operations.
But know this—behind the very laws that prohibit such actions are powerful sponsors who continue to fund and facilitate these experiments. They don't care whether the test subjects are animals or humans.
These high-ranking officials even built a restricted area—accessible only to those who work there—to allow the experiments to continue in secrecy.
"Sample B012 has passed the monitoring stage. I'll request a schedule for the testing."
These illegal experiments aim to create something new—anomalous entities, drugs, tools, even entirely new plants.
So why does the government prohibit such practices when they're secretly supporting them? Isn't it obvious? If the research succeeds, they're the ones who profit the most. A mutual symbiosis, perhaps?
I just don't understand. In over a hundred years, why has no one in the media uncovered these massive illegal operations?
They say even the smartest squirrel falls eventually. But it seems like these people never fall—because, for their entire lives, they've never once leapt.
The human rights violations spelled out in the law have never even been caught as a whiff in the wind.
"How many missing persons were reported this month? I can't believe they're still using such dirty methods to lure people."
"Who knows? Every day, monsters go on a rampage."
This isn't just a case of kidnapping or coercion.
These people willingly volunteer to become test subjects, lured in by the promise of large compensation if the experiment succeeds.
Did it succeed? Not at all.
Did they meet God? Most definitely.
"Vinnie, have you checked subject 0034?" one of my colleagues asked.
I shook my head.
She sighed heavily, clearly annoyed by my response.
"Don't worry. Once I ensure this creature is stable, I'll deal with that human-beast hybrid," I said.
She could only sigh in frustration. If she dared to pressure or threaten me, she'd be fired—or worse, end up as a test subject herself.
"Your father passed down the management of this lab to you, and hired you not to save research subjects already fated to die, Vinnie."
I didn't respond. I stayed focused on my work.
Frustrated, Hannah left the research chamber with an unreadable expression.
She left behind a note, as if urging me to take a look.
It's as if their existence is meant to fulfill humanity's twisted fantasies—believing that immortal beings from fairy tales can be real.
But no one realizes that to create just one of these new entities, around a hundred living human lives must be sacrificed.
"Miss, the pulse of the creature in tank 809 is unstable. The gel inside is overflowing, almost like it's boiling," said one of the researchers.
Inside the lab, there were all kinds of tubes, from the smallest to the largest. Each one contained a creature undergoing observation.
Hannah and her data management team were in charge of checking vitals—pulse, heartbeat, brain activity, motor nerves, hormonal systems, and more—every day.
Meanwhile, the rest of us researchers handled the heavier tasks: direct interaction, physical contact, internal examinations, and all the other grotesque jobs.
"Reduce its oxygen intake and lower the blood pressure. I need to finish with this small one first," I instructed.
She nodded and complied.
After giving it an electric shock as a last resort, I finally breathed a sigh of relief when the creature's heartbeat returned to normal.
Its eyes blinked open slightly.
I smiled gently at the sight.
"Ma...ma?"
"M-Miss, the tank—"
CLANG!
Before I could understand what they meant, a deafening noise echoed from outside the chamber.
It was as if World War III had broken out. I saw objects flying everywhere, loud growls erupting all around, as if the monsters were ready to devour anything in sight.
I quickly placed the small creature into a sealed tank filled with oxygen and nitrogen, then ran toward the chaos.
"Garghh, urghh!"
"Ugh, what's he even saying now?" I muttered, scratching the back of my neck.
I walked toward the rampaging monster, grabbing a syringe filled with tranquilizer.
Even though the others tried to stop me with frantic gestures, I didn't care.
Subject 0034 needed to be subdued—no matter what.
"Shut up, all of you. You're only making me nervous," I snapped.
Hearing my raised voice, subject 0034 turned his head with unnatural speed.
He sniffed the air, as if searching for my scent.
Ugh, does he think I'm a walking pile of trash?
"Kav, calm down. It's me," I said softly.
I moved slowly, making no sound.
This creature's hearing and sense of smell were incredibly sharp—only certain people were allowed near him when he was in his awakening phase.
Only one more step remained between us.
And I succeeded—I injected the tranquilizer into his muscular arm.
In an instant, Kav's rage exploded.
The man inside the monster roared, sending me flying backward.
Crack... crack...
DARGH!
I hadn't even finished calming one monster, and now others had burst out of their tanks due to the explosion.
"Miss! The tanks are breaking!" someone shouted.
"Damn it! Can those monsters… merge?!" I cursed.
"Hannah, activate the emergency alarm now!" I ordered, and she complied.
From my position, I saw the experimental creatures beginning to combine—leg to leg, body to body, their arms forming a grotesque, horrifying abomination.
"Eee-aaat," they all said in unison.
The merged monster was terrifying.
Imagine green slime oozing from their mouths, and their heads positioned randomly across the body.
God, I wanted to submit my resignation right then and there.
CRASH!
"Hey! Restrain Kav, no matter what!" I shouted when I saw his body rise again, his eyes now glowing with a different color.
I stood trapped between the two monsters.
They both charged at the same time, and I could hear the staff screaming in panic—I was right in their path.
The stench from the merged monster was overwhelming, making my head spin.
The radiation from the shattered lab messed with my hearing and nervous system.
After that… I don't remember anything.
"Hey. You're awake, right?" Hannah asked coldly.
Hearing her voice, I gave up pretending to be unconscious.
Can't she show a little pity for just one second?
"How's it feel to get thrown around by a research subject?" she asked as I sat up.
"Have a heart, Hannah. At least Kav calmed down immediately after that outburst," I replied.
She sighed.
"He went wild because you were late checking on him and giving the injection. So yes, that was your fault."
I knew deep down, beneath all her harsh words, she cared.
"Just admit it. You're only worried your paycheck will be cut," I teased.
She casually flicked my forehead, totally unapologetic, then left the room—leaving behind a box of chocolate milk on the table.
"Hey! Don't forget to check the werewolf next! And take that little creature who called you 'Mama' too!" she shouted from the doorway.