After being fed to top-tier orcs, I became the darling of the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 597 Killing is Number One's True Nature

"I succeeded!"

“I finally succeeded!”

Inside a research institute on Earth, a man in a white lab coat leaned over to look at the experimental chamber, his whole body bulging with excitement, his expression contorted yet filled with eager anticipation.

Inside the experimental chamber lay a little girl, about two or three years old, with wings on her back, like an angel fallen to earth.

She had short, platinum blonde hair, and the moment she opened her eyes, a golden line flashed in her jet-black eyes, making Wu Shi's heart tremble.

"Number One, you will be my greatest creation!"

In Wu Shi's mind, only successful masterpieces deserve to be named; otherwise, they are a dark history for him, a symbol of humiliation and failure!
The girl, referred to as Number One, slowly sat up, her innocent and confused face filled with confusion through the experimental chamber.

"Who are you?"

"Who...am I?"

Although Number One looks young, his intelligence is by no means low, otherwise he would not have been regarded as the greatest work by Wuya.

He rarely showed a kind smile, but he placed his hand on the glass of the experimental chamber as if stroking Number One's head.

“You are number one, and I… am your father.”

"Father?"

Number One tilted its head in confusion; the little figure was soft, cute, and adorable.

In a very good mood, Wu Shi patiently explained their relationship to her until Number One fell asleep again.

【Wu Shi, the higher-ups are aware of your illegal research and are sending people to arrest you.】

The sudden ringing of the communicator interrupted Wuya's good mood.

When he realized he had to leave the research institute immediately, he made a decisive move, carrying Number One out of the experimental chamber and leaving through the secret passage he had prepared beforehand.

"Ha, one day I will show everyone just how stupid you all are!"

Holding Number One, Wu Shi, disguised as a father and daughter, gazed at the research institute surrounded by the Blue Star Army, snorted coldly, and then left, disappearing into the crowd.

When Number One groggily opened her eyes, she discovered that she had been taken away from the experimental chamber.

"Where are we?"

“My dear child, someone is trying to hurt you, so I have to take you away.”

Disguised as a loving father, Wuya gently stroked the fluffy little head of Number One.

This is a no-man's-land; besides wild animals, there are only them.

"Is that so? Thank you."

Number One blinked its big, obedient eyes and thanked Wu Shi.

Wuya was completely unaware that, in Number One's subconscious, she did not believe that Wuya was her father.

At the very least, there shouldn't be such formalities between a father and daughter.

"From now on, shall we live here?"

For Wuya, the natural selection process is undoubtedly the best training ground for No. 1.

And Number One certainly did not disappoint him.

Her power is increasing at an astonishing rate.

"Number One, you shouldn't have let that wolf go."

Looking at Number One, who had just fought a desperate battle with the wolf pack, only to release them back into the mountains at the last moment, Wu Shi frowned in displeasure.

He was clearly very dissatisfied with Number One's leniency.

"Remember, all enemies deserve to die!"

"Otherwise, we'll be the ones who die!"

Wuya's purpose in creating Number One was to create the most powerful humanoid weapon in the world, capable of sweeping away thousands of troops single-handedly.

This is why he went to great lengths to steal that thing and inject it into Number One's body.

Killing is Number One's nature, not kindness.

"But...they are begging for mercy."

Number One didn't understand. She had already won, so why did she have to kill her opponent?
But soon, Wu Shi will make her understand that not killing the enemy is suicide.

"Let us welcome the youngest fighter in history, Number One!" Number One is the name that Wuya used when filling out the information for Number One.

They were currently in the most chaotic area of ​​Earth, an underground arena.

"Remember, if they don't die, you will!"

Using the gladiatorial arena's rule of fighting to the death, Wuya threw Number One into the arena and placed bets, intending to use the opportunity to raise research funds.

As the creator of Number One, Wuya was well aware of Number One's true strength, as long as she abandoned that damned compassion!

"Where did this child come from? Can she even handle it?!"

"Haha! I could kill her with one punch!"

"It's boring, really boring!"

"Tell her to get down right now! We want to see a real gladiatorial match!"

Even with the terrifying mask on, Number One was clearly still a greenhorn, prompting countless audience members to predict his downfall.

The number one, who was in the center of the dueling arena, was seeing so many people for the first time. He looked at them curiously without saying a word, which only made the crowd more and more dissatisfied.

"Is she an idiot?"

"Tsk tsk~ Maybe this little girl really has some skills? Anyway, we're just here to watch the show, so it doesn't matter who comes!"

"Her opponent seems to be King Kong; she's doomed!"

"Holy crap! Who on earth hates her so much? King Kong loves to tear people to shreds!"

As the audience chattered amongst themselves, some watching the spectacle, some feeling pity for Number One, and others eagerly anticipating the bloody scene to come,

Number One's opponent has appeared.

"Boom! Boom!"

King Kong, true to his name, is extremely tall and robust, a stark contrast to Number One.

It's no exaggeration to say that he could lift up number one as easily as lifting up a chick.

"Little radish, how do you want to die?"

Perhaps because her opponent was too weak, King Kong, unusually kind, allowed her the right to choose how she died.

Number One distanced herself from the two, tilted her head slightly, and stared blankly at King Kong. To outsiders, she looked as if she had been scared out of her wits.

But then, Number One's next words stunned everyone, and then they burst into laughter.

"Big guy, you can't kill me."

Hearing the laughter rising and falling around him, Number One, behind his mask, frowned slightly, wondering why they were laughing when he had only told the truth.
"Hmph! You're not that old, but you've got quite the nerve!"

Compared to the others, King Kong was mostly filled with anger.

He was actually looked down upon by a little kid who wasn't even as tall as his waist?!

"Since you're not going to choose, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Putting aside his rare kindness, King Kong suddenly made his move, heading straight for Number One.

Longtime viewers familiar with his fighting style know that King Kong intends to grab Number One by the neck, play with him for a while, and then tear him apart.

"Hey~ how long do you think this little guy can last?"

"King Kong's fastest record is one and a half minutes, tearing an adult man apart. She estimates it won't take more than a minute."

"Even a minute is too long, I'd guess forty seconds!"

"Then I'll guess thirty seconds! With those skinny arms and legs, it's a piece of cake for you!"

The audience, who had inexplicably started another betting game, waited to witness Number One's tragic end.

However, not to mention thirty seconds, almost three minutes have passed, and King Kong still hasn't even touched the hem of Number One's clothes!

"No? What's going on? Are they deliberately letting us win?"

"Shadow! There must be a shady story!"

"Is it an exhibition match?"

"Maybe King Kong was just in a good mood and was teasing her on purpose."

Aside from the two people on stage, no one knows the truth behind the audience's speculations.