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Noah Military Heavy Industry Zone was different from the ordinary Noah Military Industrial Complex. No one cared to know who the top boss was, but one thing was clear: the researchers in the Heavy Industry Zone were all eccentric, their behavior peculiar, yet they made significant contributions to scientific research and technological development.
For them, nuclear bombs and atomic weapons were relics of the past. Centuries ago, humanity made a grave mistake by bombing towns buried by the Zerg with nuclear and atomic weapons. Those cities were far removed from human habitation and did not threaten human survival. However, this act proved harmful without any tangible benefit; it did not slow down the advance of the Zerg. Instead, the Zerg became more resilient after evading nuclear explosions, evolving into forms that surpassed their previous capabilities in size and attack power.
The scientists soon realized that using nuclear weapons was not an effective strategy; it merely enhanced the abilities of the Zerg. The insects likely developed immunity to Nuclear Weapons, absorbing harmful elements from them. Among those that did not perish directly, new breeds evolved, becoming the dominant species among insects.
They formed several factions and occupied various towns. However, when military forces attempted to suppress them, their remarkable reproductive power meant that cutting off one head resulted in three more sprouting in its place, causing no substantial damage.
Thus, the Heavy Industry Zone Equipment Department was established. This group of elite individuals was gathered from surviving camps over several months. They were among humanity's most capable inheritors of civilization's flame. Initially, the scale of this Noah shelter was not so vast; it was a cavern dug deep into the earth using excavation techniques, reaching nearly a hundred meters below ground. Inside, it housed a vast array of biological embryos, plants, research data, and a large stockpile of grain seeds. The next step was to introduce suitable humans into this sanctuary.
There were only eight such storage facilities worldwide. Even for the purpose of sustaining a portion of humanity, these shelters were built during peacetime to prepare for emergencies. The food stored within could sustain ten thousand people for over thirty years. In addition to basic provisions like food, plants, and environment, there were also weapons and urgent research and development of civilization.
A century ago, Parker Newton developed an ancient Alchemical religious secret society and discovered the secrets of ancient Alchemical arts in traditional texts like the Jade Record. The Alchemical arts were a legacy of ancient civilization technology. Thus began the first generation of the Equipment Department, which conducted rapid research to improve traditional weapons and performed numerous Alchemical experiments. They separated useless impurities from rocks and ultimately succeeded in developing Alchemical Weapons.
Humanity no longer limited itself to embryonic growth but instead combined superior Genetic Race sperm and eggs. Humans could no longer dominate history as they once did; they had once possessed glorious armies and a rich cultural history, but what did that matter now? Over centuries, they expanded from underground to above ground, ultimately swallowing an inland area as a stronghold.
This is how Noah came to be—humanity's ability to survive inland stemmed from the great journey initiated by dark underground shelters.
"You are all less than dog shit in my eyes because even dogs can run faster than you! Anthony, this is my loyal Hound. Look at its grace; it runs much faster than any of you slowpokes!"
A cacophony echoed as a group sped around buildings surrounding a structure while a reconfigured Jeep followed closely behind. The people on the vehicle were all tall and muscular men wearing black sunglasses and tight leather outfits. They occasionally shouted loudly while firing their Submachine Guns into the air.
A miraculous scene unfolded at the front of the crowd: a magnificent creature with piercing eyes and a robust body—much larger than an average Hound, a short-haired dog of exceptional quality—the Tibetan Mastiff. This Tibetan Mastiff showed signs of fatigue as it led a group behind it that seemed to be moving as if their feet were weighed down with lead.
After the completion of the ten-thousand-meter training session, only a few among them could barely stand. Freyr took deep breaths, forcefully drawing oxygen into his lungs, and with the support of his powerful recovery abilities, he quickly bounced back. After running for over four hours, even the bodily functions of a Gene-Enhanced Human had reached their limits.
Cousins stepped out of the vehicle with grilled chicken wings in hand, exuding an air of disdainful recognition. He then spoke in a low voice, "Look at how you all are right now... How can you focus on tactical training? The training ahead will only increase, not decrease... You have two minutes to rest; perk up your ears and carefully note what I say. This is the schedule for the next three months, and there will be surprise inspections at any time. If your performance does not meet expectations, you will be punished... You heard me right... it will be a punishment for all of you... not just individuals... I want to make it clear to you... a strong individual cannot effectively lead a team further; if that is the case, then as a leader or commander, they are a failure..."
"What I want you to do... is to memorize it without writing it down... Starting from today, every morning you will run ten thousand meters before entering the laboratory for targeted research on machinery and dissection tasks related to the Zerg. In class, I will provide some theoretical knowledge guidance. Secondly, I will randomly select someone to answer questions; if they fail to meet my requirements, then I'm sorry, all of you will have to run extra laps... The afternoon training will focus on breakthrough physical conditioning until dinner time. After dinner, it won't end there; you will enter Dream Space for collective war drills with the Crimson Dragon Army."
"That's all for today. By tomorrow, I hope none of you make any basic mistakes again. Now it's time for laboratory research... Everyone get ready; it's almost time to move out..."
The entire morning was spent in the laboratory where only intellect was required; muscle training was unnecessary. Many felt as if they were swimming in an ocean of knowledge. They could at least take notes and ask their partners questions. Each reserve soldier in the Crimson Dragon Army had a partner here. Their research projects mostly revolved around the genealogy of the Zerg, and they even had the chance to witness live Insectoids, dissecting their limbs and organs—everything was extracted and preserved in mysterious blue liquid.
Cruel experiments were everywhere. At one point, two girls encountered disgusting filth and vomited. Some even ruptured the mucous membrane at the lower end of their intestines—a part specifically used for storing feces. This structure was unlike any known Earth insect-related anatomy. When they ruptured the membrane, feces erupted like a gushing spring, creating chaos in the laboratory; walls were splattered with dark filth that emitted a nauseating stench.
The laboratory was run by an eccentric academic researcher known as the Bug Doctor. With his bald head and emaciated belly, along with red eyes that suggested he had never left the lab, he was a fervent researcher of the Zerg. His real name had long been forgotten; perhaps only records contained relevant information about him. He preferred not to have barriers between people and thus adopted a catchy nickname—Bug Doctor—or he was also fond of being called Professor Bug.
His back was severely hunched, with his spine compressed into a deformed ring shape. His pupils radiated ecstasy over biological research as he continuously praised students who ruptured fecal organs: "You're doing great! You know it took me over a month to discover this organ? If possible, I hope you can join me in research work; we need cutting-edge talents like you in biology."
The others in the lab remained silent on the surface but laughed inwardly; they thought it would be absurd to want to work with him unless they were tired of living.
Aside from this incident during the experiment, Bug Doctor also instructed them to place intestinal organs into quartz glass containers filled with ammonia solution and write weekly reports on color changes and other conditions until their three-month training period came to an end.
As they emerged from the laboratory, everyone was taken to the cafeteria.
"Hurry up and eat... you don't have much time, only ten minutes..."
When the leading sergeant informed them that they had only ten minutes to eat, everyone furrowed their brows slightly but made no complaints. The food in the cafeteria was decent enough, and that alone was enough to shatter any grievances.
Ten minutes later, a figure entered right on time.
"Lazy Bugs, stand up, stop eating, and get ready to continue your training. Grab your gear; you don't have much time left. I had high hopes for each of you from the start. I want you all to improve and return alive from every battle ahead. But that is merely my hope because war is brutal. You can only rely on training to maintain a better state, ensuring that you can run faster in battle and kill the Stink Bugs that threaten your lives..."
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