Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 75 - 72: Horror Hospital 39 (Code 7’s Tragic Past)
Josh still hadn’t recovered from the pain of being pierced by the scalpel.
The director had already picked up other tools and started torturing Code 7. Each tool he wielded skillfully, as if he had personally experienced such torture himself.
Code 7’s face remained expressionless, clearly accustomed to this intensity of pain.
After each tool, the director would carefully glance at the data on the adjacent instrument.
Josh was sweating profusely from the pain, as if she had been fished out of water.
She could clearly sense that this wasn’t her own pain; it was transmitted from Code 7’s brainwaves. Her body was still intact, but this did not stop her from being tortured to the brink of fainting.
Code 7 accepted the torture calmly, not even letting out a sound.
Josh looked at the director: "Must...must it be done this way?"
The director looked deeply at her: "How do you think I turned from a cat into a human?"
Josh hadn’t even begun to ponder when a new round of tools was used.
Code 7 finally showed some reaction, his brows slightly furrowed.
Josh was in so much pain her vision went dark, nearly unable to pull herself together.
Pain, endless pain.
It spread from her limbs to her chest, then surged into her brain, even her breathing carried the scent of blood.
She struggled to stay conscious, her eyes focused on the nearby instrument, memorizing the data on it.
The data was clearly different from those in the three-tier greenhouse below, indicating that what was used on her and what was used in the greenhouse were entirely different.
Josh was already in so much pain her consciousness was blurred.
The tearing pain in her heart became increasingly evident; this was the second time she’d experienced such pain since entering this scenario.
It seemed that each time her spiritual power reached the breaking point, the fissure in her heart would hurt...
The light above gradually dimmed.
She felt wave after wave of dizziness, as if her body was slowly sinking, enveloped by endless darkness.
Vaguely, the sound of a child crying came from afar.
Josh ran toward the direction of the sound, gradually surrounded by light.
A little boy stood at the center of the light, squatting and crying, his back to her.
Josh approached, just about to pat the child when the little boy suddenly ran in a certain direction.
Josh watched as the boy flung himself into the director’s arms.
The director squatted down, looking at him lovingly: "Little 7, why are you crying?"
Little 7 looked at him in agony, his pure, clear eyes full of pain: "Father Director, Little 7 hurts, Little 7 doesn’t want to be hit."
The director feigned displeasure as he looked at him: "So you want to be sick and die?"
Little 7 shook his head: "Don’t want to..."
The director looked at him: "Exactly, if you don’t want to die, you must live on in pain. Beating you is for your own good; you must learn to endure pain to grow up quickly."
Little 7 nodded, his eyes full of confusion.
He didn’t understand anything, just followed the director along.
From childhood to adulthood, Josh couldn’t believe he had gone through all these years this way.
The director repeatedly altered his body, just to enhance his combat power.
Even in adulthood, Code 7 couldn’t escape the fate of being tortured.
His internal organs were almost completely altered, barely more than a layer of skin compared to a robot.
His strength grew, even starting to rebel.
But this slight rebellion was quickly snuffed out in the cradle.
The director installed a brainwave monitoring device in his head, detecting any homicidal intent toward the director or Little Mi, rendering him incapable of action.
The process of installing the monitor in his brain was extremely painful, to the point that Code 7 could not help but slam his head against the wall, preferring death over continued suffering.
The director’s face was icy: "Worthless! You can’t even withstand this bit of pain, yet you want to be Little Mi’s test subject?!"
Code 7 looked at a small frozen chamber in the greenhouse corner, inside which lay a juvenile cat.
It was precisely this cat that Josh had inhabited.
Seeing him silent, the director kicked him hard again: "So worthless! Little Mi is going to wake up from freezing in a few years, and you’re still not prepared!"
Josh frowned slightly, realizing what was going on.
She might have entered this body from a certain point after the cat woke up.
It was strange, though, that this body still held Little Mi’s soul.
Logically, when a player draws an Identity Card, they should fully own the body’s usage rights.
Either it was a glitch, or her body was hiding some secret.
Code 7 recovered from the pain, and the monitoring device was successfully installed in his brain.
Silently, he knelt down, completely accepting his fate of being controlled.
The director angrily grabbed his head, slamming it against the wall: "Worthless! Worthless! Worthless! And yet you call yourself human! Aren’t you humans supposed to be strong? Aren’t you supposed to be formidable?"
Code 7’s face was smashed to a bloody pulp, his nasal bridge nearly broken.
The blood clogged his nasal passages, forcing him to breathe raggedly through his mouth.
Josh watched from the side, feeling suffocated.
After venting his anger, the director dragged the half-dead Code 7 onto the operating table for a body modification upgrade.
The scene shifted again.
The little cat had awakened from its frozen state, shakily walking out of the chamber.
It sat at the mouth of the frozen chamber, curiously observing Code 7 from a distance.
Code 7 sat silently by the bedside, resembling a soulless ice sculpture, his eyes void as he stared at a point on the floor, quiet as if not alive.
The little cat approached curiously, sniffing at his feet.
It heard his heartbeat and breathing, felt his body’s warmth, and knew he was alive.
"Meow~" the little cat called to him tenderly.
The cat was hungry!
Code 7 looked at the cat on the ground, his gaze gradually becoming focused.
The little cat also looked at him, blinking its deep, ocean-blue eyes.
Code 7 slowly squatted down, staring blankly at the little cat.
"You’re alive?"
"Meow~"
Code 7’s eyes had a hint of eerie terror: "You coming to life means I should prepare to die."
He raised his hand to touch the cat’s brow, which even affectionately rubbed against his finger.
Code 7 picked up the little cat.
The little cat, not even two months old, was incredibly light, soft and warm, its furry body emanating a milky scent and its eyes filled with curiosity and exploration for the unknown world.
Code 7’s eyes gradually changed: "Tell me, if you ceased to exist, would my pain also disappear?"
