Orochimaru Lab Novels & Stories

“When?” “Within these few days,” Kagura replied nonchalantly and exited the building. “Let’s check out our experiments.” In the deepest part of the military outpost was a laboratory, used to research variants of Red Spider. The way to the laboratory was lined with granite columns, to which animals that were used as test subjects were chained. Easily found in nature, these animals should be very familiar to all. However, that wasn’t the case anymore, as Red Moon’s experiments had transformed them into unrecognizable beings.

The laboratory of the Chronos Initiative didn't look like a cathedral of science; it looked like a meat locker. It was all brushed steel, humming coolant lines, and an oppressive, sterile chill that bit through my jumpsuit. In the center of the room sat the "Ouroboros"—the machine that would finally strip the mystery from history. I sat inside the padded containment pod, my heart hammering against my ribs. Through the reinforced curved glass, I could see Dr. Aris Thorne and his team. They were blurred figures in white lab coats, moving like ghosts in the sterile light.

The Prototype Back at the compound, Mia wasted no time decrypting the files. “Jesus,” she whispered as the data unfolded. “He wasn’t exaggerating.” Luca leaned over her shoulder. “What am I looking at?” “A beta neurochip model being developed under Dominion’s biotech front—ViroCore Labs,” Mia said. “They’ve already implanted over 500 volunteers under the guise of clinical trials.” “Where?” Damian asked. Mia pulled up a map. “Mostly in Eastern Europe and parts of Southeast Asia. But the prototypes are ready to scale globally.”

Kaze noticed a skull symbol on the door and his pupils shrank in shock. “The Ryokanians built a secret bio lab here?” The skull symbolized biohazard. The mayor’s residence used to be the embassy of Ryokan and having a secret bio lab underneath was a crazy idea, even for them. One misstep and it might kill them all as well. At the same time, it also meant that the experiments carried out inside were extremely dangerous and important. The door had a crack, probably done by one of Master Juan’s disciples, and it opened.