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  An unknown independent island, a place called "paradise".

  "Oh! Dear Hell, welcome to 'Paradise'. I believe you'll bring me surprises again this time." A hunchbacked old man with a gaunt face, wearing a white lab coat and glasses with white frames, turned around. The phrase "skinny as a skeleton" was tailor-made for him, especially his head, which was almost indistinguishable from a skull, but the pair of aged eyes behind the white-framed glasses emitted a terrifying glow like that of a poisonous snake.

  Behind him, there were row upon row of cylindrical glass containers over a meter wide and several meters high, filled with liquids that were green, purple, blood red, or deep blue. Countless tubes and wires connected them... And in each container, the silhouette of a person was reflected... That's right, a person! In terms of physique, they were all children whose bodies had not yet fully developed.

  "This is indeed a surprise." A tall, dark-clad man tossed a tattered little boy to the ground. The boy looked only eight or nine years old, pale-faced, and after being thrown to the ground, he didn't move at all, almost as if he wasn't breathing, like he was dead.

  "Tsk, tsk, to think that he's infected with the Isolka virus...". The old man in white robes glanced at him casually and saw his current situation: "Oh, oh, oh! Hatred! I can feel the hatred emanating from him! At such a young age, he's already releasing such intense hatred. Dear Hell, you've indeed given me a surprise, because this is exactly what I need. Hatred and cold-bloodedness are what a top-notch killing machine needs to possess. However, having only hatred is not enough. Among the 1,352 children you've brought over the years, 1,309 have already died in my experiments. How much longer can he last? Trash like him doesn't deserve to become my masterpiece."

  "Hmph. He had contracted Isoloka, and was buried alive by his family. Two days later, I dug him up, and he was still alive. His will to live won't let you down." The tall man said coldly: "First cure his Isoloka."

  "Ha! Humans are truly foolish creatures, can't even handle a tiny Isoloka virus." The hunchbacked old man walked over and grabbed the little boy's arm, tossing him into a massive container filled with green liquid without another glance: "In three minutes, all the Isoloka viruses on his body will be dead. This tiny virus is as fragile as an ant's life force."

  "Are humans stupid animals? Aren't you human?" The tall man said coldly.

  "Oh, dear Hell, please don't put me in the same league as those stupid humans. It's a huge insult to me. How can those insignificant humans compare to me, the mad doctor who is about to become the creator of the world? Oh, of course, those stupid humans don't include you, because you are a god among humans, and humans are as small as ants in your eyes."

  The hunchbacked old man adjusted his white-framed glasses, glanced at the boy soaking in the green liquid, and his eyes gleamed with a chilling light: "Those 1,352 children were all geniuses selected by you from around the world. They were indeed geniuses... but less than two hundred of them could withstand three times the spiritual impact without brain death. Only forty-three of them can withstand five times the spiritual impact now. I wonder what surprises these remaining forty-three... no, now it's forty-four, will bring me."

  "So, this child you brought today, let's start with five times."

  "Five times? Are you crazy!?" The tall, robust man frowned: "You gradually increase the spiritual impact force, and these 43 people have barely held on until today. Suddenly increasing it to five times the spiritual impact is simply unbearable for anyone."

  "NO, dear HELL. You should know that I need a true genius. To be my work, one must be able to withstand ten times the mental shock and physical pain without collapsing mentally, let alone dying. I don't need trash."

  "Hmph, suit yourself." The tall man said no more and turned to leave. He detested the smell of this place. Or rather, he detested everything about it.

  "Dear Hell, Heaven welcomes your return at any time."

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  "Ugh!!!! He's still awake, he's still awake. Directly withstanding a mental shock five times beyond the limits of what a normal human can endure and yet he's still awake! Genius...... This is the genius I've been waiting for!"

  "Hahaha... Very good! You will, like my other living genius test subjects, undergo even more intense mental shocks... Savor the wonders and joys of heaven to your heart's content, hahaha! If one day you are worthy of becoming my work, it will be the greatest honor of your life, hahaha..."

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  "Dear Hell, welcome to 'Paradise'. Oh, you've actually returned empty-handed this time, how disappointing for me, the doctor."

  "Do you think genius is that easy to find? Someone who can meet your minimum requirements, it's hard to find one in ten thousand people. I came here to know, how many are still alive now? I don't want my years of effort to end up with just a pile of corpses!"

  "Chatter, dear Hell, you've come at just the right time. Because now there are only two of us still alive?"

  "Two?"

  "When the mental shock was increased to six times, only seven test subjects were left. When it was increased to seven times... Ha ha ha ha... Two of them are still alive! I originally thought they would all be mentally shattered and then strangled into meat pies by me. Who knew there would still be two survivors? HELL, my dear friend, this is your credit, you gave me two real geniuses."

  "Which two?"

  "Hey, it's 19 and 1353."

  "Are they two?"

  "This is the ultimate specimen of the millennium, one that I've finally obtained after much difficulty. I won't let them die... no, not only will I not let them die, but I'll also use every method to keep them alive and well. Then, I'll gradually increase the intensity of the spiritual impact, first letting them fully adapt to seven times the spiritual impact, then increasing it from seven times, all the way up until they reach their breaking point, where they completely collapse under the mental torture... and then, I'll let them undergo training in that state, training until they adapt, and then continue to increase it, from seven times to eight times, from eight times to nine times, from nine times to ten times... Ahahahaha, just like this, little by little, letting them evolve into monsters among humans! Becoming my greatest masterpiece!! Ahahahaha..."

  "You're indeed a madman. I believe you should know better than anyone else how much suffering this process will bring."

  "Thank you for your praise, my dear friend. Rest assured, I won't forget the original promise. After all, I can use electromagnetic waves to stimulate their minds and drugs to strengthen their bodies, but only you can teach them the world's most terrifying killing skills."

  "Three years later, I came back again."

  "Dear Hell, Heaven welcomes your arrival at any time. I believe that when you come back next time, you will see two of the most outstanding works."

  In the gloomy hall, two huge glass instruments stood upright, filled with a full load of green liquid. Two tender bodies floated inside, and under the cover of the green liquid, only blurry shadows could be seen... and countless thick and thin tubes inserted into their bodies.

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  "Dear Hell, welcome to 'Heaven'. Three years haven't changed the bloody scent on you that still intoxicates people. So, let me guess how much more human blood have you stained in these three years."

  "Don't waste words with me, you know why I'm here, how's your work going?"

  "Blah blah blah, believe me, you will get the most satisfactory answer. Under my medication, their bodies have become more terrifying than monsters, their spirits... blah blah blah, their spirits can now withstand fifteen times the spiritual impact, hahaha... You didn't hear wrong, it's fifteen times! Even I myself was shocked to the point of trembling all over, no mistake, when I saw this result, my body was shaking, I actually felt fear, this crazy doctor was actually frightened by his own work... Their mental strength is now too terrifying, if they go through your monster training, they will become the world's most terrifying killing machines, the most fearsome monsters! I can't imagine what kind of terrible nightmares their enemies will face. I believe that when they leave here, the whole world will tremble with fear because of them. And they are all my creations, blah blah blah."

  "Hum! Aren't you afraid that one day a killing machine will kill its operator?"

  "Rest assured, my dear Hell, I, the mad doctor, would never make such a foolish mistake. Unless they have the ability to withstand twenty times the mental shock without collapsing, the mind control I've placed on them is unbreakable and they will forever obey any command I give, until death do us part. My dear Hell, do you think their minds are strong enough to withstand twenty times the mental shock?"

  "Twenty times? Hmph, even God can't achieve that."

  "That's right. So they will forever be under my control and won't do anything you don't want to see."

  "No more nonsense, bring them out to see me. It's already time for our appointment."

  "Chatter, dear HELL, you're the one who knows me best, so you should know that I never betray my friends. So... on the 19th, at 1353, come out and take a look at your new friend... no, it's not a new friend, but an old friend, he's the one who brought you to this wonderful paradise. But from today on, you will leave paradise, chatter, get ready to cry, beg, struggle... because, where he is going to take you next, is truly hell."

  "... 19 and 1353, do they have official names?"

  "Names? Chatter, chatter, chatter, what a wonderful suggestion. How could my greatest creations not have names? They are the lives I've created, the greatest works of this soon-to-be Creator, and their names—"

  "Adam... Eve..."

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