But after several minutes passed and there was still no further reaction, the test subject gradually dropped the savage expression from before and stared at the massive chopping blade on the floor in front of him with a puzzled look.
He clearly did not understand why that thing had appeared there.
"Go teach him."
After seeing that, Samuel turned to the assistant and gave the order.
He knew that the Tyrant now only possessed learning ability, while its other memories were completely gone, so the only way to demonstrate that ability was to have someone teach it directly.
Following Samuel's command, the assistant cautiously stepped up to the glass barrier in front of the subject.
Then, moving carefully, he began using body language little by little, trying to teach the Tyrant through demonstration.
After a brief period of confusion, Subject No. 1 seemed to find the assistant's motions interesting and started copying them.
Then he immediately bent down and, under the assistant's pleased gaze, grabbed the blade itself with his bare hand.
Slash!
As the edge sliced open his palm, blood immediately began dripping down.
The sharp steel blade was stained red in an instant.
But because his sense of pain had greatly diminished, he did not seem particularly bothered by it. To him, it was about as significant as an ordinary person holding a ruler. Then he looked proudly at the assistant, as if showing off how clever he was.
What he could not quite understand, however, was why the assistant seemed to be staring at him in a dazed way.
Maybe the little man was just jealous of his genius.
That was the sudden explanation the subject's simple mind came up with.
As Subject No. 1's side continued progressing smoothly, the other two subjects inside their chambers also gradually began to wake up.
But the biggest difference between them and Subject No. 1 was that they did not make much of a scene.
In fact, Subject No. 2 still had a large amount of blue left in his pupils, while the red occupied only a small portion.
That discovery excited many of the people present.
According to their observations, changes in pupil color could, to a considerable extent, reflect the subject's intelligence level. After all, right behind the eyes was the brain's central processing system.
The more heavily the brain was infected and eroded, the more it affected the color of the pupils.
For example, Subject No. 1's almost entirely scarlet eyes suggested relatively low intelligence.
But in Subject No. 2's gaze, there was a trace of clear awareness.
The way his eyes constantly shifted and examined his surroundings showed, at every moment, a glimmer of intelligence.
If they compared the subjects' intelligence to dogs, then Subject No. 1 was a Husky.
Subject No. 2, on the other hand, was definitely Border Collie level.
"Drop another blade in there for him."
After seeing the intelligence and curiosity in Subject No. 2's eyes, Samuel, standing in the lab, spoke again.
Click!
Then, as the assistant pressed the control button, a narrow opening appeared above Subject No. 2, and a steel blade dropped straight down.
But unlike Subject No. 1, Subject No. 2 reacted the moment he detected the disturbance.
He immediately retreated to the wall, and only after the blade had fallen and the opening above had closed again did he move his gaze from the ceiling back down to the floor.
And before the assistant could even step forward to demonstrate anything...
Subject No. 2 glanced once at Subject No. 1, who was excitedly waving the steel blade around in his hand, then bent down and picked up his own weapon by the handle.
After swinging it through the air a couple of times, he very quickly figured out what it was for.
When the people in the observation room saw that, they could not help feeling a surge of excitement.
After all, once infected by the T-Virus, almost all lifeforms suffered serious cognitive decline.
But Subject No. 2's current behavior was practically that of a middle schooler.
However, compared to the smooth progress on Subject No. 2's side, the situation with Subject No. 3, the female subject, gave everyone a headache.
The moment she woke up and tore the tubes off her body, she turned her back to the researchers, crouched in a corner, hugged herself, and began sobbing.
"Wuu... wuu... wuu wuu wuu..."
Her crying sounded especially bleak and sorrowful.
In the already quiet room, it echoed again and again without fading.
That display even made some researchers seriously suspect that she had retained some of the rationality from her former human self, and that after seeing what she had become, she had broken down and started crying.
But to Samuel, the crying did not feel tragic at all.
It felt eerie.
Because if she truly had recovered her former memories, then a normal person's first instinct would have been to try to communicate with them.
At the very least, they would have tried to break out of their cage and escape.
But she had done none of that.
She was simply sitting there and crying.
"Could it be... that this one still possesses human emotions?"
That thought crossed Samuel's mind.
Normally, a T-Virus-transformed subject either became furious and wanted to destroy everything in front of it, or wanted to devour everything. Those were all actions driven by the most basic instincts within the body.
But emotions like crying and sadness belonged more to intelligent life.
Perhaps Subject No. 3 might ultimately bring him an even greater shock than Subjects No. 1 and No. 2.
"Open the isolation lock between No. 1 and No. 3."
After thinking for a moment, Samuel gave the order to the assistant beside him.
"Understood."
After responding, the assistant pressed the release control. At once, the multiple protective barriers between Subjects No. 1 and No. 3 slowly began to rise.
And at that moment, Subject No. 3's sorrowful crying began reaching Subject No. 1 in a much clearer and more direct way.
When Subject No. 1 noticed the louder miserable sobbing coming from nearby, he turned his head and saw a little runt crouching in the corner with her back to him, shoulders trembling from sobs.
Combined with that already eye-catching body, anyone who saw her would have felt the urge to go over and comfort her.
But to Subject No. 1, the whole thing was just incredibly irritating.
He had been happy because he thought he had finally gotten himself a fun new toy.
And before he could even enjoy it, some little runt was over there crying and whining nonstop, making a racket and getting on his nerves.
So after spotting her, Subject No. 1 started walking over with his massive body.
He was going to teach that little runt what a fist the size of a sandbag felt like.
(End of Chapter)
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