"Hey, morons! Quickly get on the platform, I need to return to my experiments. I cannot fall behind the others!"
The orcs, waiting ready to attack, were bewildered while looking at the empty platform, but within seconds, the voice coming from the lower floor was enough to tell them what happened. With Bookworm's signal, they jumped onto the platform starting to move after pulling the lever; they began to descend within just a few seconds, but even this wasn't enough for the person below.
"You sluggish, useless wanna-be assistants. With this mindset, you cannot become researchers even if a thousand years pass; you lie around all day, but you are still trying to slack off!"
Judging by the footsteps, he was both grumbling and pacing in front of the shaft the platform would descend; the speed of the chains must not be enough for him as the dose of his insults increased moment by moment.
"Finally we could see your sour faces, quickly distribute the materials and return to the hole you came from!"
The man in the white coat, taking three steps with his back turned, froze when he turned his face to the mechanism. He made a move to push up his glasses falling on his nose, and a breath later his viewing angle completely changed.
The orcs, who were almost at the same level with him just a moment ago, now appeared high up, and the floor was much closer compared to before. When he looked a little higher, he saw his body and the orc head it held in its hand, but his own head wasn't in place.
Number six catching it before it fell to the ground was the first orc to set foot on the Second Floor, and his other friends followed him without losing time. Alyon and Bookworm took action when the platform completely finished its descent; because they had learned from the fat assistant what they would find on this floor, their attitudes were composed.
"Each of you enter a corridor and kill all the researchers in the cells! Do not dawdle, no matter what you see do not hesitate, and do not make anyone beyond saving suffer any more!"
The members of the Nameless Ten dove into the ten corridors in order; while the platform descended, they had easily seen the cell-shaped structures that were their targets, there was no need for further explanation. Alyon and his son moved towards the place leading to the Third Floor and having guards at its head.
Their road was a bit long, but number ten, the first member of the Nameless Ten diving into the corridor, was already entering his first cell. The axe in his hand was of a weight that could be easily carried, his movements were fast because he practiced Wind of Death's technique, but the scene before his eyes was quite heavy for him to bear.
"Leave the materials on the cabinet and get out. Don't forget to take the list of the things you need to deliver in the morning from there!"
The researcher in the white coat, cutting a bowl full of intestines from the abdomen cut end-to-end of an adult orc nailed by his hands and feet to the wall opposite the door, had spoken while doing his job. After leaving the bowl in his hand on the table with wheels next to him, he took a step to the right and stuck his hand inside through the hole in the chest of a newborn not yet having completed its development; when he pulled it back, a heart trying to pump blood had come along with it.
"Haven't you left yet? What are you looking at, is it the first time you are seeing a vivisection done without anesthesia!"
When the female researcher, seeing the person she asked the question, dropped the heart she held in her hand to the ground, she wanted to open her mouth to scream, but the axe that would nail her next to her test subjects had already set off. Number ten didn't look at the woman in the white coat even once; his eyes were in contact with the eyes of his compatriots whose tongues were cut off so they wouldn't make a sound.
How surprised they were when they saw him at the door; first their eyes opened wide because they didn't understand what happened, but when they noticed the axe in his hand, they didn't moan even as their organs were separated from their bodies alive, even an expression that could be called a smile was briefly seen on their faces.
They couldn't endure much longer; when they shared the same end as the researcher, their heads fell forward. Number ten, leaving behind his compatriots nailed to the wall of the cell carved out of the stone forming the mountain, headed to the cell opposite; he gripped its one-piece iron door and began to swing his axe as soon as he stepped inside.
He was the first to encounter the experiments being conducted, but he wouldn't be the last person. Number nine had entered the corridor right after him, and what he saw in the first cell was at least as striking as what number ten experienced. The researcher with a syringe in his hand was injecting liquids in different colors into each of the orcs lying on the ground, and meanwhile, he wasn't holding back from grumbling to himself.
"No virus works on these creatures. I told them so much, first we need to do things that will disrupt their genetics, but what was it, we can't enter the continent because of that guy named Khan. Let's drop these from a ship, I say, I can't make them listen!"
The orc warrior examining the bodies on the ground saw his compatriots whose colors had changed, who had boils breaking out on their bodies, whose skins had blistered, and whose hair had fallen out. In this cell, research on diseases that would affect orcs was being conducted, and even if the test subjects took breaths, they didn't look more alive than a dead person.
The man, whose hair was the same color as his coat, hadn't noticed the door opening while slowly getting up from where he was kneeling. While number nine approached him step by step, he reached for the syringes to make new injections without being aware of anything, but the items that were on the metal table just a moment ago were no longer there.
"Where did I put these things again?"
The person giving the answer to the question he asked himself was number nine; within seconds he stabbed dozens of syringes into different parts of the old man's body. When the man about to sigh lost this chance too along with the punch he took to his jaw, he had no choice left but to fall next to his test subjects.
What the first two orc warriors saw could be considered within expectations; they could be understood looking at the orc bodies floating inside the pool, but the scene in the cell number eight entered was not the kind to be swallowed easily.
He was so shaken, so mind-blown that Berserk Mode activated spontaneously, and with the consecutive attacks of his axe, the body carrying the beautiful face of the long-blonde-haired researcher was torn to pieces. Along with him, all the items in the cell shared the same fate; only the orcs in the barred section on the left part could take breaths.
"Kill me, please!"
These words bringing number eight to his senses belonged to a compatriot who had a left arm where his right arm should be, and a right arm where his left arm should be.
"Me too!"
"Kill us!"
When he turned his attention in that direction, he heard the same request coming from the two people next to him too. The deformation on their bodies was at least as great as their friend's. While an orc whose entire right side of his body had been removed was still alive thanks to the blood circulation provided by hoses, another head was sewn onto the body of the other one, and the eyes of the owner of this head were open.
"Forgive me!"
The axe first cut the iron bars of the cage, then his compatriots whose bodies were abused. The orders they received were final; if they couldn't save them, they would prevent them from suffering more. Number seven was also advancing on this path; he was bringing eternal peace to his compatriots whose limbs were frozen, whose blood circulation was blocked and forcibly gangrened, and who were amputated and tossed aside in order to learn how much blood loss they could withstand.
The Nameless Ten warriors, in every dungeon they entered, encountered things they hadn't seen before; they saw with their own eyes the torments suffered by the orcs who were exposed to energy weapons, on whom it was researched how explosives could be more effective, whose endurance in extremely hot or extremely cold environments was tested, who were tested on what kinds of gases they could be killed more easily with, and whom sexual diseases were tried to be infected to prevent their extraordinary fertility.
After every cell they entered, their duration of staying inside was dropping. No matter how much they were surprised, after a while, they killed whoever or whatever was inside and got out. This was the greatest favor they could do for their compatriots struggling with pain.
Contrary to the thorny paths they walked, the father and son hadn't encountered an enemy yet. They hadn't even taken their weapons into their hands until they came to the first fork in the road, but while at the head of the corridor extending towards the right and left sides, it was time for them to make a choice.
"Father, the robots say the left side goes to the accommodation area belonging to the researchers working during the day, and the right side to the mechanism used for transportation to the lower floor. The choice is yours, which one do you want?"