My Milf System

Chapter 403: 403. A mistake

Asher’s POV

I stood paralyzed, trying to process the doctor’s casual mention of Karen’s ’son’.

What son? We’d never had any luck conceiving during our entire marriage.

Yet, as shocking as that revelation was, it was nothing compared to the sickening horror coursing through my veins as I took in the rest of this God-forsaken hellhole.

The chamber was lined with towering glass containment tanks, each filled with greenish liquid and human beings. People of all ages were submerged inside, from withered elders to tiny infants. Most had lost every trace of humanity in their features.

On the glass to my left, a man’s right leg had painfully sprouted a second, useless baby-sized limb around his knee joint, while three mismatched arms dangled uselessly from his torso. To my right, another test subject’s head had swollen so monstrously it barely fit inside the tank. His eyes were crooked, uneven, and utterly inhuman, like something from a horror movie.

Countless others suffered their own grotesque deformities.

’Was this... the mutation process Karen was talking about over the phone? The side effects of the P-Series serum?’

The sight was nauseating. But I wasn’t just disgusted by the physical horrors; I was sickened by the very existence of a place like this. Human experimentation was something I couldn’t stomach, and watching the technicians walk around stress-free, chatting casually as if nothing was wrong, made my blood boil.

Still, I forced myself to stay calm and maintained my invisibility. I couldn’t just burst out and cause chaos without gathering intelligence first. I needed to know what this facility was doing, and what the Shinigami were truly specialized in.

The lead doctor examined the thick duffel bag Karen had brought. "Hmmm," he hummed softly, weighing it in his hands.

"I’ve brought the rest of the payment today," Karen said firmly, holding her head high. "As per my agreement with the organization, take me to see the Founder!"

The doctor stood up, tossing the bag onto his desk. "The Founder is currently occupied with the General Commanders. Checking the compatibility of new test subjects from the secondary squadrons, you see. These... toys here have unfortunately become useless." He gestured dismissively toward the tanks.

Karen’s brow furrowed. "What about my boy? Is the cure ready?"

The doctor hesitated, a crooked, unsettling smile spreading across his face. "Of course. I’ll take the money to the Founder and inform him of your arrival."

He turned to leave, but Karen lunged forward and grabbed his arm. "Let me into the lower lab! I need to see my son!"

"I’m afraid that’s against protocol—"

Karen tightened her grip, her eyes locking onto his with a glare cold enough to kill.

The doctor sighed, relenting. "Fine. Wait by the elevator. I’ll go down first, send it back up, and then it’ll be your turn. Just give it five minutes."

Reluctantly, Karen released him. With a smirk, the doctor walked toward the rear of the room, stepping into an elevator that descended into the darkness below.

It was terrifying how a massive, depraved complex like this could exist right beneath Tokyo’s streets, completely hidden from the ordinary world.

While Karen waited by the elevator doors, watching the indicator lights drop, I drifted toward a nearby workstation to see what the other doctors were up to.

Two technicians were strapping a gaunt, skinny man to an operating table. He looked as though he hadn’t eaten in months, growling and producing choked, inarticulate sounds as he mutated. One of the technicians drew a glowing chemical into a syringe while casually shooting the breeze with his partner.

"That foolish woman," the first technician sneered in a low voice. "She actually thinks there’s an exit strategy?"

My heightened senses picked up every word with crystal clarity.

"If you ask me, her man is the biggest fool of all," the second replied with a chuckle. "Strutting around, playing the high-and-mighty commander. He’s delusional, acting like he’s a king while clinging to some fantasy of a happy ending. What an idiot."

"Is he still coughing up black blood?"

"Yeah. Idiot thinks if he plays the loyal soldier long enough, the Founder will give him the cure for his kid. He actually thinks he’s special just because his blood didn’t turn him into a puddle like the rest of these rats."

"Special? He’s a glorified lab rat in a suit. He’ll be rotting in one of these tanks by next month."

"Honestly, I’d rather mutate and die on a table than be a muscle-bound puppet for an organization that’s just going to dispose of you anyway."

"Shhh!" The first technician glared at his partner. "Keep your voice down! Walls have ears around here. If the Founder hears you talking like that, we’re dead meat."

"Yeah, yeah..." The second rolled his eyes, driving the syringe into the skinny man’s neck and depressing the plunger.

The patient violently thrashed against his restraints. Veins bulged against his skin, his eyes widened in agony, and his face cracked, mutating into something horrific.

The doctor sighed, tossing the empty syringe into a tray. "Still incompatible, huh? What a waste." He turned toward the door and shouted, "Hey! Get in here and dispose of this trash!"

My fists trembled so hard my knuckles turned white. That man had a family. He had a life that they stole, exploited, and discarded like refuse.

It was a grim reminder that humans were monsters far crueler than any Behemoth or goblin I had ever fought in the fantasy world.

The soft chime of the elevator snapped me out of my rage.

Karen stepped forward as the doors glided open. I hovered a few inches off the ground, rushing toward her. Just as the heavy steel doors began to seal, I jammed my hands between them, forcing the sensors to trigger.

Karen growled, furiously slamming the close button. "Ugh! Again? What is wrong with these pieces of junk?!"

She had no idea I was already standing in the corner of the cab beside her.

The elevator descended deeper into the facility, finally slowing to a halt. When the doors parted, I expected another dungeon of horrors, but this level was different. It was brightly lit, immaculate, and pristine, staffed by doctors in spotless white coats. The subjects in these tanks were far less deformed, though they, too, had clearly lost their humanity.

Karen didn’t hesitate. She marched directly toward a specific containment unit, pressing her hands against the glass. I walked over to see what had drawn her focus.

Inside the tank floated a little boy, no older than three years old.

Karen stared at him, her face softening into a desperate, heartbroken smile. "My boy..." she whispered, her fingers tracing the glass. "Mommy’s here. I’m going to get you out of here..."

I glanced casually to my left and my heart stopped dead in my chest.

Blood rushed to my ears. I stumbled backward, slamming hard against the glass container behind me, staring in utter disbelief.

’No... it can’t be. It’s impossible.’

I couldn’t process what my eyes were seeing.

’They died... their car caught fire... they were burned to ashes... It can’t be them!’

Yet, no matter how desperately my mind rejected it, the two figures floating in the twin fluid tanks right in front of me bore the undeniable, haunting likeness of my Earth parents.

’This has to be a mistake. Maybe their lookalikes!...’

To Be Continued