Chapter 4: The Living Mountain

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Professor Rohan Singh’s Diary——

20 July 2045

After returning from the expedition, I consulted countless ancient texts, but found nothing related to the giant undersea mountain.

I was seized by a deep fear. Where did this giant triangular mountain come from?

Who carved these patterns on its surface?

Especially the kneeling giant nagas in the carvings—they were utterly bizarre.

Nights became sleepless. I spent hours hunched over piles of dusty Sanskrit manuscripts at home, my flat filling up with a tangle of papers, half-eaten samosas, and cold chai. Maa would stand at the door, shaking her head, muttering, “Ye sab kya pagalpan hai, beta?” She placed a plate of hot poha on my desk, the steam curling into the stacks of old books. I had no answer for her.

Fortunately, before leaving, we had collected samples of the mountain’s material.

We sent the samples for analysis, hoping for answers.

And just now, Professor Mehra, who was in charge of the analysis, called me in a panic.

"Professor Rohan, the results are in. You’d better come in person.

What you brought back... is beyond human comprehension."

I had no time to notify Amit and rushed over alone.

Professor Mehra sat slumped in a corner of his office, eyes bloodshot.

When he saw me, he quickly got up and locked the door.

Then, with a bitter smile, he handed me a paper report.

"Professor Rohan, Indian history may need to be rewritten."

I took the lab report, my heart pounding.

What he handed me was a biological analysis report.

But what we submitted was clearly a sample of mountain rock.

I looked at Professor Mehra in confusion, a wave of unease rising in my chest.

Professor Mehra forced another bitter smile and spoke slowly:

"You’re not mistaken. After repeated testing and verification,

what you brought back is not mineral at all.

It is a biological sample. That thing is alive.

Professor Rohan, you should look at the final conclusion of the report."

His words left me speechless, a chill crawling up my spine, my whole body turning cold.

The AC in the lab sputtered, sending a cold draft across my neck. Holding my breath, I turned to the last page of the report, my fingers trembling.

In an instant, it felt like countless ants were crawling up and down my back, goosebumps erupting all over my skin.

The conclusion read:

[Biological analysis shows the sample DNA is a complete match with human DNA.

Tests indicate the tissue structure is identical to human organs.

This organ is...]