The Vanoss Crew, a band of very dangerous, slightly chaotic, and extremely hilarious group of lovable, and hatable but yet smart idiots who always mainly loved playing video games together for CONTENT.
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Merrily whistling, Professor George brows suddenly knit.
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George: Hmm, another failure.
Staring at a patient from a large glass window, George took out a notepad and crossed off a name.
George: Test subject #128 failure and another Blight subject lost, how unfortunate this is...300mg seems to be too much for a single dose.
The Professor muttered, scratching the back of his head.
Yet another failure.
George: Fuck.
Despite spending over a decades and decades in formulating the recipe for his serum, a serum that could modified beings fused with a Blight into a more powerful weapon for Returning Dusk, or that's what the Kingdom of Goldrose called them. In fact, they are the same people who cause the Monster Wave back in Kalren City two months ago.
The Organization has no official names but instead has tons of names from other countries.
As for his long and huge project he will make, it was only a few years ago that he had managed to perfect it.
Even then, George still needed to do a lot of testing.
He first needed to understand how much of the serum he needed to inject his patients with each day to erode their minds, then he also needed to check for any side effects. After doing a calculation, he estimated that he still needed a few months or more before finally being able to create his first complete and ultimate Human-Blight hybrid super soldiers.
The only problem was the higher-ups.
Having spent so much time on a simple formula, they were starting to doubt his research. He needed to present them with something fast.
???: George.
Disrupting Professor George out of his thoughts, a voice suddenly called out for him.
George: Hm?
Turning around, George's face darkened slightly. A trace of disgust flashed his eyes.
George: Xavier, what is it?
Standing before him was a middle age man. He had fair skin, with very light yellow hair, mustache, hair chin, and red eyes. Outwardly he looked like a perfect gentleman, however, George wasn't deceived.
