Bab 86: Chapter 86 Meeting Mobius
In MOTH, there's a rumor: if you ever find yourself choosing between the front lines or the First Laboratory, choose the front lines—no hesitation. Why? Because there's a "devil" lurking in the First Laboratory.
Her name is Mobius, a figure shrouded in mystery. Few know of her past, but everyone knows of her actions.
As a leading scientist in genetic research, Mobius was among the first recruited when MOTH was formed. Someone of her caliber would normally be the pride of any institution, her skills and intellect in high demand.
But Mobius isn't like others. Her unsettling demeanor, her cold detachment, and the eerie precision with which she operates make people uneasy. In hushed voices, colleagues call her "the devil."
They say her lab is filled with strange noises in the dead of night, and occasionally, something as horrifying as discarded limbs is found around her workspace.
Rumors swirl that she's lost any sense of morality, driven only by her obsession with pushing the boundaries of science.
For Mobius, there's no line she won't cross, no boundary she won't test, especially in her pursuit of evolution.
Some call her mad; others, brilliant. But almost everyone believes that Mobius is indifferent to everything but her work and absolutely terrifying to those around her.
"Are you the newguinea pig?"
The voice echoed in the dim laboratory before Orion even caught sight of her. Entering the First Laboratory felt like descending into an abandoned bunker—cold, with stale air and a strange sense of isolation.
Further in the laboratory, a woman lounged in a chair, her posture relaxed. She didn't look like any scientist he'd encountered before. Her outfit was an odd mix of green and black.
With green stockings with black stripes on her legs, an oversized lab coat, a dark green sweater peeking from under it, and a black skirt that brushed the tops of her thighs. She sat in a chair with her legs crossed, barely visible in the dim light of the laboratory. She exuded an unsettling blend of casual elegance and latent danger.
A distinctive earring dangled from her right ear, shaped like a four-leaf clover but unmistakably symbolic of something more eternal. Orion recognized it as the symbol for "infinity.".
Her green hair, an unusual shade that fell in loose strands around her face, was a reminder she loathed. It brought thoughts of aging, of decay, and of time—things that clashed with her ideals of boundless, unending existence.
Mobius' gaze settled on him; behind her glasses, Orion noticed her rainbow-colored pupils analyzing him.
It was the gaze of a scientist who saw not a person but a subject, a specimen for study. She didn't like that Orion was taller than her; she disliked the need to tilt her head up to meet his eyes. His muscular frame, too polished and symmetrical, irritated her—a body that seemed manufactured rather than grown, too perfect, almost fabricated.
Mobius sat in her chair, an unimpressed frown crossing her face as she further observed Orion with a barely concealed disinterest.
She'd received explicit orders from MOTH leadership to evaluate and study him, but in her eyes, unless he revealed something remarkable, he'd remain nothing more than another lab rat unworthy of her genuine attention.
"Dr. Mobius, I've brought Orion here. If you don't need me, I'll head out," Ato announced as he led Orion into the lab. He stood by the door, already halfway out mentally, ready to escape the unsettling environment.
Mobius's eyes flickered toward him, halting him in his tracks. "Oh, don't rush off just yet. You're with Blanca, aren't you?"
At the mention of Blanca, Ato stiffened, his face shifting from indifference to a mix of embarrassment and guilt. He looked down, avoiding Mobius's piercing stare.
"Listen carefully." Mobius's tone turned sharp, her voice dripping with a quiet threat. "You'd better take care of Blanca. If anything happens to her because of you, I assure you—you'll regret it."
Ato swallowed, shaken by her words. Blanca wasn't just important to him; he knew; Mobius's gaze held a rare hint of protective ferocity. "I'll be with her once this mission's over," he murmured, his voice low with an edge of shame.
Mobius gave a curt nod, dismissing him with a flick of her hand. "Good. Now get out. Your presence is irritating."
Ato shot a final look toward Orion, a mix of warning and silent support, before retreating from the lab, leaving Orion alone with Mobius.
Turning her attention back to Orion, Mobius's lips curled into a slight, almost predatory smile. "Well, well, little Guinea pig. You don't look all that surprised to see me here, like you've already heard of me."
Orion's expression remained calm, unreadable. "I did. I've heard about you on my way here."
Mobius narrowed her eyes, not entirely convinced, and stepped closer, her gaze gleaming with curiosity as she circled him slowly, taking in every detail like a snake observing its prey.
"MOTH asked me to study your abilities and isolate genetic traits we could use to combat the Honkai," Mobius explained, her tone clinical, yet there was an odd gleam in her eyes.
Her gaze remained fixed on Orion, sharp and unblinking, as if analyzing every detail of his reaction.
"I've already reviewed your genetic report. Ordinary researchers might overlook it, but there's something... unusual about your genes. They don't adhere to the typical patterns we see in human DNA," she continued, pausing for effect. "It's almost as though they follow a different set of rules entirely."
Orion's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, sensing the weight of her discovery. "What did you find?"
"I spliced your genes with those of Honkai creatures," Mobius said, her voice lowering, hinting at something darker. "The results were... interesting." Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.
Mobius leaned in slightly, her expression curious yet cold. "You're not just the so-called Herrscher, are you? Or... maybe you're hiding something even more significant."
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