I picked up the syringe, and examined it
After some checking , I discovered that it was similar to those syringes used by little girls in that city, although it was a little smaller
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking of the scene where those little girls were drawing glowing red liquid from corpses with these syringes.
Does he seriously want me to inject myself with this fluid extracted from cadavers?!
But after some thought I realized, that it might be from a different source, I saw little girls extracting the liquid from the dead bodies many times, and there was a characteristic of that liquid which was that it was glowing red, but the liquid in this syringe is glowing blue.
Yes, it is definitely from a different source.
I said these words, as if trying to convince myself
The thought of injecting myself with liquid extracted from a corpse makes me nauseous, because even the bloodiest and craziest person would not do such an extreme thing.
After examining the syringe, I sat down in one of the chairs, and thought about the consequences and benefits
Baron Alexander Bernenberg said , This world is wild, our lives may be in danger, and this injection will give us the strength to protect ourselves.
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I directly thought of the crazy people I saw in the city under the sea, they had amazing powers.
Just the thought of having such power makes me excited, who wouldn't want to have the ability to fly.
But I was worried that I would turn into a crazy person like them, even though they are strong, they have lost their minds and can't communicate with them, they just attack each other.
At the same time, I couldn't stop myself from wondering why they would give me this injection, if it really would grant powers, and would cause a massacre in order to obtain it, wouldn't it be better for them to keep it to themselves rather than give it to me?
I'm starting to suspect they're using me as a guinea pig , To see the effect of this injection.
Baron Alexander Bernenberg may be my enemy and someone I should be wary of, but if Kepler and Thomas Weir had been involved in making this syringe, it would be different, after all, according to the audio recording, the three of us were allies, before I lost my memory
As for the last topic I thought about, it was about the relationship of the four of us at the moment, in the audio recording it was Alexander Bernenberg, always speaking in the plural.
We are in danger
Protect ourselves
What could make him so sure that I would not use this force against them, or simply abandon them?
We are now being pursued by a powerful entity called the Shadow, who is guarding the orb, and according to Alexander Bernenberg it is a very powerful entity that neither he nor Thomas Weir could stop, although I don't remember the strength of any of them.
I can let them face the shadow, while I run away.
Abandon others and escape?
"..."
Why did I have the feeling that I had done this thing before?
I'm not that kind of person, definitely not.
I turned my eyes to the syringe in my hand, and took a deep breath
I closed my eyes, and injected myself into my arm.
I prayed not to die.
But nothing happened
"..."
Well, that wasn't bad.
But seconds later, I felt a tingling in the area where I injected myself, and my hand began to feel numb, then this tingling began to spread from my hand to the rest of my body.
Then this tingling began to turn into pain, as if there were worms under my skin, and I started to feel very hot coming from the chest area.
"Argh...!"
I tried to suppress my groaning, but this pain increased as time passed, and it reached a point where I could no longer hold back my screams.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"
I screamed while I felt my whole body burning, I could not stand on my feet, I fell to the ground and started rolling in all directions hoping that the pain would ease a little, but it was useless.
My vision started to get blurry.
"Damn you, Alexander Bernenberg!"
Those are the only words that came out of my mouth before I fainted.