Editing Researcher's diary

[[File:I333-Researcher's-diary.png|left]]'''Researcher's diary''' is a dark red book exclusive to Elona+. It is obtained after talking to [[Regulus the altered|&lt;Regulus&gt; the altered]] in [[North Tyris South Border]] after he found his sister, [[Renai the over meshera|&lt;Renai&gt; the over meshera]]. This books contains a researcher's diary during a secret experiment on Meshera's cell in Zanan. This book indirectly tells the origin of [[Regulus the altered|&lt;Regulus&gt; the altered]] and [[Renai the over meshera|&lt;Renai&gt; the over meshera]].

If player talks to [[Loyter the crimson of Zanan|&lt;Loyter&gt; the crimson of Zanan]] after receiving this book, there will be a new option to read this book in the dialogue. He will tell what happened to the president of the facility, after the incident. There is no bonus item given, just for adding more info on the lore of the game.

== Text ==

 Bitter Last Words
 	of a Zanan Researcher
 
 The chief called me in today. Turns
 out I'm going to be transferred to
 another research facility. Why?
 We're so close to perfecting our
 weaponized insects! I may be low on
 the management hierarchy, but I'm
 still the one in charge of my team.
 We're not going to have enough
 people here if I get transferred.
 What's worse is that this facility
 I'm going to is conducting research
 on bacterial human augmentation.
 That term itself gives me the chills.
 
 This is an order so I can't just say
 no to it, but it really pisses me
 off how they made that decision
 without consulting me. And now
 they mention it to me in passing
 as if it were no big deal.
 
 Damn it.
 
        -------------------
 
 The people at this new facility are
 crazy. And considering where I used
 to work, that's saying a lot. I
 wondered where they were getting
 their subjects from. Turns out they
 swindled money from people, then
 forced them to sell their family
 members when they couldn't pay up.
 
 I can't believe that they're
 experimenting on kids too.
 
 Damn these people.
 
 How do I know this? Because the
 chief was so happy after counting
 the gold he had siphoned off of
 families that he just had to tell me
 about it. Can you believe that? I'm
 seriously thinking of defecting to
 another country, because there is
 no way I want to work here.
 
 I can't escape though. The armed
 guards are always watching. They
 call it the biohazard containment
 protocol, and it's so strict that
 not even an ant could get out from
 here. I'd have to overpower the
 guards somehow or punch a hole in
 the wall in order to get out...
 
        -------------------
 
 The subjects are referred to by
 numbers, held in single cells (which
 they call "Suites"), and are kept
 under constant surveillance. They're
 prisoners, guilty of nothing except
 for the sin of falling for a scam.
 
 I told that to a co-worker of mine,
 and he said that it's their fault
 for falling for it. He seriously
 said that.
 
 To top it off, they just stuck
 inspection duty on me. Saying that
 I could go chat with them if I
 liked them so much.
 
 Damn these people.
 
        -------------------
 
 So I sucked it up and did the
 inspection rounds. The subjects
 cussed at me the moment they saw me.
 I didn't do anything to them, but I
 guess I'm the enemy from their
 perspective. So much for chatting
 with them, huh. While heading back,
 I heard someone sobbing in the cell
 at the end of the corridor and what
 sounded like someone else trying to
 console the person who was crying.
 I did hear something about a pair
 of siblings - brother and sister to
 be exact - having their cells next
 to each other.
 
 
 It's heartbreaking, but I can't
 possibly tell anyone or do anything
 about that. I'm such a coward.
 
 Damn myself.
 
        -------------------
 
 You have got to be kidding me. They
 are trying to control human-meshera
 homunculi here! I mean, it
 technically IS bacteria, but it's
 completely different from what the
 reports we're sending to the
 military say!
 
 They tried to research meshera once
 but the plug got pulled on it. The
 fact that they're doing it in secret
 now must mean they're be looking to
 find results important enough to
 make the military shut up.
 
 There's probably more to this. I'm
 going to keep looking.
 
        -------------------
 
 Seems like they plan on controlling
 the meshera with altered nerve
 fibres. They expose the body to
 meshera and allow it to transform,
 then use it like a puppet when it's
 done.
 
 The bacteria assumes motor control
 and attempts to move the body when
 it invades the nerves, and they
 prevent that with drugs and surgical
 intervention. They have already
 completed the surgery on every
 subject here.
 
 This works in theory, but what if
 the subjects go out of control
 after the procedure is done? Turns
 out the subjects get culled with gas
 after the procedure. They're going
 to use this on soldiers only after
 they get the technique right.
 
 Damn it. This is unforgivable.
 
        -------------------
 
 Everybody is running around with
 their hair on fire today. I heard
 the big shots from the military's
 HQ are inspecting this place in the
 afternoon. They must be really
 desperate to hide everything,
 because even a newcomer like me got
 roped in to help cover up. And
 thanks to that, I now know just how
 far they went in their research.
 Damn this place to hell. The stuff
 they do here is so sickening that I
 feel like throwing up. This research
 is off the deep end.
 
 I've memorized the documents I saw
 today.
 
        -------------------
 
 The person who came to inspect
 turned out to be a subordinate of
 the Crimson Hero. The Crimson of
 Zanan is quite famous as a military
 man, but in the research circles he's
 famous for his mistrust of biological
 weapons. He's the very same person
 who cut my insect research budget
 down to nothing.
 
 Anyway. This is my chance to make
 this hellhole disappear! I scribbled
 down everything I knew about this
 place on to a piece of paper and
 managed to slip it to the inspector
 as he was leaving.
 
 
 Guess this is what they call
 whistleblowing. This is all I can
 do. I've been cooped up in this
 place ever since I got here. Time to
 pray that they don't find out I was
 the one to report it, and that they
 get here before the subjects get
 sacrificed...
 
        -------------------
 
 This is bad. The chief must feel
 that something is wrong with
 upcoming inspection, because he
 pushed the experiment forward. Damn,
 they're already calling me, telling
 me to get ready to start the
 experiment. I have to do something!
 
        -------------------
 
 I couldn't do anything. Didn't have
 time to do anything. Could only
 follow orders. After the subjects'
 meshera was activated, we
 administered the drugs.
 
 The drugs were unfortunately not
 potent enough to turn people into
 vegetables, and all of them started
 writhing in pain. Or it could have
 been due to the meshera. I don't
 know.
 
 All the other researchers looked at
 the writhing subjects expectantly.
 It's probably not my place to say
 this because I'm a weapons
 researcher, but their indifference
 pisses me off.
 
 Damn these people. Damn them all.
 
        -------------------
 
 Two hours after the experiment began,
 the changes began to show. Some of
 subjects' bodies began to change
 colour while others grew tentacles.
 The chief called them "low-
 compatibility trash". Well guess
 what, you're the ones who are trash.
 While all other subjects were
 convulsing, Subject #14 just keeled
 over and stopped moving. His body
 remained unchanged so they assumed
 he was compatible, but something
 seemed off to me. He was wheeled
 off into another room for further
 examination. Alright, I gotta go too.
 
        -------------------
 
 The moment we carried him into
 another room, Subject #14 leapt up.
 Seems like he was just playing dead.
 Oldest trick in the book, but it
 sure was effective.
 
 With his superhuman strength, he
 tossed the guards away as if they
 were rag dolls, and his wound healed
 instantaneously.
 
 Could he be strong enough to force
 his way out of this compound? I
 shouted at the guards and told
 them to guard the door, pointing
 at the exit.
 
 It seemed like #14 understood,
 because he made a beeline towards
 the exit while mowing down the guards
 on his way out. Alright.
 
        -------------------
 
 Damn it, I'm an idiot! He could've
 cleaned out the entire complex by
 himself if he was that strong!

 #14 had evaded his pursuers, but the
 security alarm has been set off.
 Rescuing #16 - his sister - is going
 to be a lot more difficult now.
 
 Why did I not thing of this? Damn
 it, I'm such an idiot!
 
        -------------------
 
 People disgust me. I'm sick and
 tired of everything.
 
 It's been 12 hours since the
 experiment. Some people including
 myself were sent off to look to see
 if there were any other compatible
 subjects.
 
 My head was filled with thoughts of
 how I was going to escape from the
 quarantine facility if there was
 another compatible subject there.
 Before I knew it, I had already
 arrived at the suites, and I was not
 prepared for what I saw there.
 
 
 The subjects' bodies had transformed
 into cocoons. The other researchers
 were shouting something. That this
 was too fast and that they shouldn't
 be transforming in a mere 12 hours.
 
 They frantically tried to contact
 those outside on the comms, but then
 there was a loud noise. It was the
 sound of the containment barriers
 closing around the quarantine
 facility. The researcher standing
 right at the back of the group ran
 to try to get out, but the walls
 were already down.
 
 The comms was silent.
 
        -------------------
 
 While we despaired, the cocoons
 started assaulting us with
 tentacles. We managed to retreat all
 the way to the containment wall
 though pretty much everyone had
 sustained serious injuries. We are
 trapped here. There is no way out.
 
 We heard a loud noise deep in the
 facility. Was it another subject on
 a rampage, striking the walls? I was
 curious, but with the tentacles
 trapping us here, there was no way I
 would ever be able to make it there
 to find out.
 
 Some of the researchers have lost
 their minds and are laughing, and
 the others have barricaded
 themselves in a corner. Me? I'm
 writing this.
 
        -------------------
 
 Damn it, they're gassing us all
 Hand go ng numb
 
    t write
 
 am I in die here
 damn to hel
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