MTL - Marvel: Unlimited Possession-Chapter 615 captivity

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"Where is this place?"

tick, tick-

In the dimly lit room, the man opened his eyes with a pale face.

He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, and his mind seemed to be corroded by invisible forces, so there was no memory left.

"I am, who am I, why don't I have any memory?!"

Covering his severely aching brain, the man let out a painful moan.

After a few minutes, as the spinning sensation in his brain faded, he barely supported his weak body and got up from the bed.

Looking around, the man found that he was in a very simple room at the moment.

There is no window in the room, only one door, and there is no handle on the door. Obviously, this is not a door that can be opened from the inside.

Frowning, enduring the occasional tingling in his mind, the man looked around the room.

He saw that he was lying on a single bed that was only enough for one person to sleep. The pale bedding looked monotonous and deserted. He turned his head and saw a simple bathroom separated by wooden boards in the corner of the room, with a flush toilet in the partition. There seemed to be some problems, and the tick-tock sound of water seemed to come from there.

Scanned everything in the room and found nothing useful.

The man sat weakly on the bed, his expression a little dazed and a little lost.

At this moment, his brain was like chaos without any thoughts. He had neither the memory of his body nor the memory of why he appeared in this prison-like room.

In the confusion, the man reached out and grabbed his hair, but the strange feeling from his wrist made his expression froze slightly.

Looking down, the man saw that there were numbers tattooed in black letters on his wrist.

"125?"

Judging from the redness of the skin around the tattoo, it was clear that the number tattoo was not long ago.

However, looking at the numbers on his wrist, the man still had no thoughts.

Looking at the numbers on the wrist, the man was frozen there like a statue.

I don't know how long it took, in a room without any time, ten minutes... half an hour... or even longer.

Bang, bang!

From outside the door, heavy footsteps sounded.

The sound of the footsteps was very strange, heavy but without ups and downs, as if it was approaching step by step with a measure.

After a few seconds, the footsteps stopped at the door.

The next second, a serving of food was thrown in through the food slot on the door.

"Who are you, why are you imprisoning me here..."

Looking at the food that was thrown in, the man rushed to the door almost instinctively. He had the narrow vision of the delivery port, and vaguely saw a tall figure passing by the door of the room where he was, walking down with stiff steps. Go to a room.

And to the man's shout, the other party didn't respond at all.

"Tell me, your purpose is to..."

Hearing the sound of heavy footsteps drifting away, the man slammed on the door and shouted loudly.

His hands turned red from the forceful slap, but he didn't feel the slightest bit.

"..."

The man stopped his movements, and the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared.

"Don't waste your time, it won't respond to your cries, and it's even a question of whether it's a real human being."

However, just as the man was disappointed, a voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Who?!"

Hearing this sudden voice, the man immediately shouted excitedly.

However, he soon noticed the strangeness of the voice.

The place where the voice sounded was not in his ears, but directly in his mind.

"My name is Charles."

Facing the man's rhetorical question, the voice in his head answered.

"Like you, an experimental subject and a grotesque."

"Experimental subject? Weird person!"

The message given by the man named Charles in his mind was obviously beyond the man's expectations.

"correct."

Not caring about the man's surprised reaction, Charles' voice continued to speak in his mind.

"I think you should have seen the number on your wrist. This number represents your experiment number."

He listened to the other party's description, and then looked down at the tattoo on his wrist, and his doubts seemed to be solved.

"It seems that you have a good understanding of the situation here?"

Looking back from the number on the wrist, the man's face showed a look of alertness.

The man was clearly on guard for this voice that suddenly appeared in his mind.

Since he woke up, everything around him has been weird, whether it's the environment he's in or the man who calls himself Charles in his mind.

"It may have something to do with my ability."

Feeling the man's alertness, Charles immediately explained.

"The guys here have been experimenting with me and a lot of grotesques like me since I was conscious, by injecting some kind of compound that stimulates the powers in the grotesques, and some grotesques died because of the experiment, but some A small number of grotesques have mutated under the power of experiments and have acquired powerful supernatural powers, and I am one of them. The ability I have acquired enables me to use the power of my mind even when my body is trapped. The power to communicate with those around you."

"The power of the mind?"

Hearing Charles' description, the man couldn't help opening his sleeves, and immediately saw a clear injection mark on his arm.

With this mark as evidence, the man couldn't help but believe what Charles said.

However, if everything Charles said was true, what ability did he get after the same experiment.

Frowning his brows tightly, he looked down at his scarred hands. As his thoughts turned, he could feel an eager power surging in his body, but nothing in the room changed.

After trying for a long time, I still haven't figured out the ability I got in the experiment.

The man gave up his move with some regret, and reached out to pick up the box containing the food on the ground.

Open the box, a small piece of bread and jam, but nothing else.

Seeing these foods, the hunger that the man had forgotten all along seemed to appear in his body, and he devoured the bread.

In my mind, the conversation with Charles did not stop.

"Haven't you tried to escape from here?"

After swallowing the bread in three or two bites, the man opened the jam, tasting the rare sweetness, and asked Charles at the same time.

"Of course, I have tried to control the food delivery person more than once to help escape. However, no matter how I invaded, these food delivery people seem to have the ability to isolate my psychic power and cannot control theirs at all. Consciousness, even I suspect that these guys are not human at all, because I didn't feel the slightest human breath from them."

The message given by Charles made the man's heart, which had been relaxed because of the food, become heavier again.

If even Charles, who has mysterious spiritual power, can't do anything, then what about him who doesn't even know what the power he has acquired is.

...

"I can feel that another grotesque fellow has left us."

In his mind, Charles' heavy voice sounded again.

In the room, upon receiving the sad news, the man's expression became a little dignified.

All this time, he has been trapped in a cramped room, living a life where day and night are turned upside down and the passage of time is unknown.

Among them, the only one that can provide him with information and communicate with him to prevent the man from falling into madness because of the empty environment.

Stopping his exercise, the man gasped and got up from the ground.

Supporting the edge of the bed with one hand, he stood up. After a period of observation, the man already knew everything in the room he was in.

The layout of the room seems to be ordinary, but it is strange that there is no trace of metal in everything here.

Whether it is the wooden bed in front of you, or the flush toilet with the partition.

After the man's inspection, he found that these were composed of plastic or wooden structures, including the food delivered every day, and the tableware used was mostly plastic or even no tableware.

Originally, the man thought this was the normal situation for all experimental subjects.

However, through the conversation with Charles, the man knew that this was his special case.

That is to say, the rest of the grotesque test subjects imprisoned in the room are not like this, and even Charles himself is roasted by a huge iron chain.

"Why, only the room where you are, does not have any traces of metal?"

Knowing the strangeness of the room he was in, the man began to think.

According to Charles, the mysterious organization that conducts experiments on these grotesques seems to intend to awaken them to extraordinary powers by injecting some unknown compound.

He had tried what he could after Charles had spoken of the situation.

But nothing changed.

However, if this situation is combined with the abnormality in the room, it may be possible to speculate.

The ability he obtained in the experiment may be related to metal to a certain extent, which explains why there is no metal in the room where he was imprisoned.

Perhaps, they are afraid to touch the metal themselves.

In his heart, such thoughts flashed, but the man clearly said that all this was just his speculation.

If he wants to prove whether this guess is true, he must come into contact with metal objects.

However, in the current situation, it is simply impossible for such a situation to occur.

The people of the unknown organization are extremely vigilant about him, and even the food they deliver does not contain any metal.

"We can't just sit still."

In his mind, Charles' voice continued.

"I can feel that their experiment seems to have made a breakthrough, and more and more grotesque people have succeeded in the experiment. Once they get the experimental data they want, the next step is to make the experiment. deal with."

"..."

Charles' words, but the man became silent for a while.

He knew very well what Charles meant.

"I need metal, big or small, I need metal to prove a guess!"

After a while, the man said in his mind.

He clenched his fists, knowing that this might be his only chance.

"If my guess is true, this might help us get out of here."

Hearing the man's words, Charles was silent for a long time in his mind.

The voice just came.

"I'll try my best."

With this answer from Charles, the corner between him and the man was cut off.

...

And just like that, in the imperceptible passage of time.

A day, two days, or a week or more.

bang!

The heavy is basically accompanied by the mouth on the door, and a box containing food was thrown in.

Sitting on the bed, the man looked down at the box containing the food, feeling the familiar but instinctive feeling in it. He raised his palm, and the next moment, a small rusty nail in the box was removed from the inside. It flew out and fell into the palm of the man.

Controlling the nails to move flexibly between the palms is like having life.

Looking at the freely moving iron nails, the man finally understood what the abilities he had awakened during the experiment were.

Magnetic force, he can control the magnetic force of metal and move it according to his own thoughts.

It is precisely because of his ability that the organization that experimented with him deliberately imprisoned him in this specially made cell ~www.novelbuddy.com~ so that he could not touch any metal products.

"How about it?"

In the room, just as the man looked at the nail in his palm with excitement.

In my mind, Charles' voice sounded again.

However, compared to the beginning, Charles' voice in his mind has become a little weaker.

It seems that, since this time, his condition is not good.

"I have succeeded."

Aware of the weakness in Charles' voice, the man restrained the excited expression on his face.

He slowly stood up from the bed, raised his palm to control the rapid rotation of the iron nail in his hand, and fell to the position of the door lock. The iron nail began to drill through like a drill, directly destroying the specially made door Stone locks, along with lime smoke, cracks appeared in the closed door.

bang——

Without hesitation, the man raised his leg and kicked the door open.

With a loud crash, the door was opened.

The man stepped out of the room, and only then did he see that the room he was locked in was a completely independent and specially designed prison cell built of stone, separated by dozens of meters from the surrounding area.

"Warning, warning!"

His eyes were taken back from the cell behind him, and as he escaped, the urgent alarm bells in the base also sounded.

Accompanied by the hurried alarm bell, the tall bodies with the same appearance surrounded the men with heavy steps.

"Looks like Charles is right, none of you are human."

Sweeping the surrounding 'pacifists', the man remembered what Charles had said before, and couldn't help muttering something.

The next second, he raised his palm and aimed at the 'pacifist' in front of him.

"You guys like this may be a problem for Charles, but in my eyes they are full of flaws..."