The room's perimeter featured a row of two-meter square glass chambers, each door marked with a serial number starting from 301 and increasing sequentially down the line.
Each chamber contained a person.
Men and women, old and young.
Some had wings fastened to their bodies, others were covered in scales, and many were half-dead, curled up, with long sores, oozing pus, or discolored eyes—all sorts of conditions!
An Yan clenched her fists unconsciously.
These scientific madmen!
They actually used people for experiments!
It wasn't clear what genes Matsumoto Mina's team had infused them with.
Whether they could transform into Super Saiyans was unknown, but the pain was absolute!
An Yan silently averted her gaze.
Because she was now Kirihara Ichiro, one of these madmen!
On the other side was a wall constructed of stacked glass tanks, hundreds of them by the look of it.
Inside were different animals.
They too were products of genetic fusion.
