Deyonna

Translator: Deyonna Tip me Bang! The office door slammed shut, carrying with it a heart full of lingering anger. "A bunch of idiots! Fuckers!* I'll find a way to blow their heads off sooner or later...!" *dog-fucked Antoine Edreck muttered a few more frustrated curses, slapped the documents in his hand onto the table with a "pa," and undid the top button of his collar. Those old geezers in parliament are a real pain in the neck. All they care about is skimming off the military budget to line their own pockets, as if the army didn't have mouths to feed. If hostile forces attack, those old geezers will be the first ones thrown out as cannon fodder! Antoine slumped into the soft chair, exhausted. He stared at the mountain of documents on his desk, feeling a surge of irritation. He'd been wrangling with them for five years, more often than not, and it had gotten so annoying that he'd even fallen behind on traini...

Translator: Deyonna Tip me When the invitation arrived on Ye Er's terminal, he was looking into new part-time jobs. [Dear, Classmate "wwn": To promote communication, mutual learning, and shared progress, in accordance with the cooperation and exchange agreement, we sincerely invite you to join a short-term exchange program on the xxx project. During the exchange, all expenses will be waived, and you will receive a subsidy. Contact: star network account XXXXXXXXXXX —Axon First Research Institute] "?" What is this? Even zergs run email scams? When Ye Er reached the end and saw the signature "Axon First Research Institute," he paused, his expression turning thoughtful. That prestigious school that pays fifty thousand star coins for solving a problem? And it's inviting him to join a research project as an exchange student? His gaze lingered on the word "subsidy," and he remembered his pitiful savings. ...

Translator: Deyonna Tip me Axon First Research Institute, Dean's Office. "Knock, knock." The gray-haired dean didn't even lift his head at the rhythmic knocking. He simply said, "Come in." "Dean." The one who came in was a young female zerg, still in his research robes, with an unusually shaped stud earring sparkling on his right earlobe. "What's the matter?" Norman finally lifted his head from the documents, pushed up his reading glasses, and looked at the institute's top fourth-year student. "Adelaide." "I heard that problem has been solved?" Adelaide cut to the chase. "He's not from our institute, isn't enrolled at any other institute, and reportedly hasn't even had three years of education." Norman remained noncommittal. "What are you trying to say?" "The algorithm involved in that problem is quite unique, and it's related to ...

Translator: Deyonna Tip me When he was in the laboratory, the researchers had injected him with inducers every hour to disrupt his estrus period as much as possible. By the end, his body had become so sensitive that even moving air suffocated him. He had been completely engulfed in sensory chaos, with nothing left but the instinct to fight for survival. Countless pairs of eyes had watched him convulse and twitch, twisted by torment into something shapeless. Their expressions were mocking and contemptuous, as if they were observing a lab mouse behaving abnormally. They had even called him degenerate. At the time, Xi Ze hadn't thought he was degenerate. Most of the researchers who had conducted illegal experiments on zergs later died at his hands. The rest had survived only because they were already incapacitated, having been unable to withstand the strong electric current and fallen into comas. Later, he was passed around between various part...

Translator: Deyonna Tip me The bathroom was very spacious, but it only had a half-opened louver window, making it somewhat dim. Due to the location of the wooden cabin on a hillside, there was no running water. The bathroom only had a large water container, which was filled with about half a container of water. Next to it, a red plastic water pipe was brought in from outside the wall, with its opening blocked by a small wooden stick. Ye Yunfan was familiar with this setup. Because when he was a child, he lived in a small mountain village where people relied on spring water for drinking. Fortunately, the spring was located uphill, so they could bury a plastic pipe to bring the water down, eliminating the exhaustion of carrying buckets of water. Sure enough, Yuan Ye reached out and pulled out the small wooden stick. However, the water didn't immediately flow out of the pipe. The young man didn't pay much attention to it. He held the pipe t...