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“Good morning, Vivian. How are you feeling?”
Xiar walked into the room with a smile, moving to the window and pulling back the white curtains.
With a whoosh, brilliant sunlight flooded in, casting a radiant glow over his black attire, making it slightly dazzling.
At that moment, Erin entered with a steaming cup of milk, the rich aroma wafting through the air, particularly enticing.
She placed the milk beside the girl on the bed and said with a smile, “Vivian, drink some milk first. We still have to continue your treatment later; let’s warm your stomach.”
“Mm, thank you, Elder Sister Erin,” the girl nodded, stealing a glance at the man standing by the window.
He was dressed in a fitted black suit, tall and slender, with long white hair that shone even brighter in the sunlight. His blue eyes were deep and captivating, as if they could swallow one’s gaze like a black hole.
She quickly lowered her head and sipped the milk, another figure flashing through her mind.
“Vivian, the potion is ready. I estimate it will heal you in no more than three doses; after that, you just need to recuperate,” Xiar said as he took out a vial of emerald green potion. The vibrant green inside was intoxicating, as if it contained the essence of nature itself, brimming with vitality.
Joy erupted in Vivian's eyes as she trembled and asked, “Really?”
What had started as mere mosquito bites had turned into a grotesque scar that spread across her back. By the time she noticed it, it had already covered her entire back.
At first, there was no pain at all, but as the scar expanded, what began as slight itching quickly transformed into endless agony.
During that time, she couldn’t sleep at all, tormented by this relentless suffering.
Now, her nerves had been thoroughly numbed; that was why she could sit here so calmly.
“Of course. I’m nearly one hundred percent confident now.”
His response confirmed for her that this wasn’t a dream. Tears quickly welled up in her amber eyes and sparkled as they rolled down her cheeks.
“Congratulations, little sister Vivian,” Erin said sincerely from the side, genuinely happy for her.
“Then let’s begin.”
A hint of purple light flickered in Xiar's eyes as his voice softened considerably. "Let's take a nap. When you wake up, everything will be fine..."
Under the influence of his powerful mental energy, the other person was suddenly overwhelmed by an immense drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.
"I'll step out for a moment," Erin said as she left the room, carrying the empty bowl. Such treatment naturally required no disturbances.
Grayish White Source Power flowed through the room, transforming into ribbons that completely enveloped the individual.
The girl was stripped of her clothing, exposed to the air in her nakedness, with grotesque scars marring her skin.
A green liquid flowed, not entering her mouth but being smeared across her body, settling on each scar.
With the assistance of Source Power, the potion worked perfectly, slowly merging into her body and causing the scars to begin to rise and peel away...
...
Beside a garden in the academy stood a solitary figure.
A silver-haired girl hurried from a distance, approaching the man before her. She slightly bowed her head and nervously fiddled with the hem of her clothes. "Senior Leslie, I got my brother's access card. But don't you have the qualifications to enter?"
"It's nothing. I ran into some issues and can't use mine for now, so I'm borrowing your brother's for a bit. Thank you, Lyle." A faint smile appeared on his sharply defined face.
"No need to thank me; it's just a small matter," Lyle replied, shaking her head repeatedly as her ponytail swayed.
"Alright then, I have things to attend to, so I'll be leaving. Next time, I'll treat you to a meal..." Leslie smiled, but the latter part of his sentence trailed off. "If there is a next time..."
"Mm-hmm." Lyle watched him stride away, feeling delighted as she stood still for a moment before cheerfully heading back.
It was a bit strange; why did her brother so easily hand over the access card? He had previously refused to let her have it at all.
Oh well, never mind that; it's time for class...
Leslie walked through the silent forest, his sturdy frame subtly transforming, as if being compressed as a whole.
By the time he left the woods and stepped onto the main road, he had morphed into a seemingly frail, black-haired young man.
"Hello, Senior Bean," greeted passing students. He hurried into the laboratory without glancing at them, drawing a trail of odd looks.
This time, no one blocked his path as before; he made his way smoothly to the seventh underground level.
He steadied his increasingly agitated heart and swiped his card to open a laboratory door. A tall man approached him: "Hello, Lord Bean."
The man had blood-red hair and bulging muscles, exuding strength, yet his face bore no expression typical of a human, resembling a mechanical doll.
"Tell me your identity again," Leslie said, his gaze growing colder and more intimidating.
"I am the experimental subject number based on Leslie's template," the other replied mechanically. Leslie lowered his eyes and continued, "Tell me the details of the experiment."
"Lord Bean, you possess Third Rank five-star authority and are qualified to know the details of the experiment," Number Clone stood straight and recounted in a cold, mechanical voice.
"The experiment is named Absolute Evolution Warrior Project. It aims to clone numerous experimental subjects based on the currently most successful Evolved Warrior, Leslie."
"To shorten the time required to obtain experimental subjects, it is necessary to accelerate their physical and personality growth processes by administering rapid growth agents, allowing them to mature into semi-finished Evolved Warriors within just one hour. Subsequently, through mental energy induction, basic memories and combat instincts will be injected to grant them one-tenth of Entity's power in the shortest time possible."
In just thirteen minutes, one "he" was born!
Leslie opened the steel door behind the other man, revealing a vast space filled with countless upright cylinders. The area was saturated with light green liquid, and human bodies floated within it, densely packed like a forest filling the entire enormous space.
He felt an icy chill enveloping him as if submerged in ice water, devoid of any warmth. Meanwhile, Clone Body continued its narration—
"Once the Experimental Subjects are cultivated, the next step involves conducting live combat simulations targeting Isaac to collect relevant experimental data and further enhance the combat capabilities of the Experimental Subjects."
"According to calculations, 108 battlefields need to be prepared: forests, grasslands, deserts, wastelands, beaches, etc., with each battlefield requiring 10 to 6 experiments. A total of 160 experiments are needed to achieve the goal. Currently, 8 have been conducted..."
“Experimental Subject has numerous defects, with parts of the Inheritance Factor missing, insufficient education, and an inability to form a corresponding independent personality... After calculations, even the strongest individual can only reach the peak of Secondary, unable to achieve Ultimate Evolution…”
“Ha ha…”
Leslie suppressed the raging anger within, gripping a nearby steel pillar and crushing it into a distorted shape. “If we cannot achieve Ultimate Evolution, then why continue?”
The academy's primary goal was to create an invincible army composed of Ultimate Form, possessing overwhelming military power to dominate the world and serve as the force that leads it toward a predetermined bright future.
A mere Secondary Evolved Warrior, even in the tens of thousands, posed no threat whatsoever to a Disaster Beast!
“To test Legion's Heart.”
“To cultivate qualified Experimental Subjects, linking their minds together through the Large Combination Spirit Technique, allowing the legion to function as a single entity, thus causing qualitative changes through quantitative accumulation, enabling mass production of Ultimate Form…”
Bang!
The door swung open, and a short, stout middle-aged man walked in, looking at him with a complex expression. His wide mouth moved but no words came out.
Leslie fully regained his identity, his crimson hair flying wildly as he roared in madness:
“Why do this?”
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