Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 386 Three Major Forces

Barrow followed Jim in a daze, and when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but ask curiously:

Are there many people in this world with extraordinary powers?

"not much."

Jim shook his head:

"Many people may never meet this kind of person in their lifetime. I only came into contact with the extraordinary world by chance."

"Why hide it?" Barrow asked, puzzled.

"Fear stems from the unknown. Wouldn't it be better if everyone knew that extraordinary powers existed in this world?"

"Hey..." Jim chuckled.

"That's what I used to think too."

"However, once you get to know more about it, you'll understand that the source of some extraordinary powers is evil and chaos. If it were to be leaked, it would lead to the collapse of the existing social order. The Night Watch is extremely vigilant about this."

"This..." Barrow frowned.

"Is the Pantheon an anti-government organization?"

"More or less." Jim nodded.

"The Pantheon has two purposes: one is to resurrect the gods, and the other is to find and kill vampires."

"It's been like this for hundreds of years!"

As for how to resurrect the gods, and what vampires look like, Jim himself doesn't know.

All he knew was that...

The Pantheon and the Blood Alliance are mortal enemies.

Both belong to the dark forces that cannot be exposed to the light of day, and the Night Watch has been suppressing them.

"So, the Night's Watch is stronger?"

Barrow opens his mouth:

"The Blood Oath and the Pantheon combined are no match for the Night's Watch?"

"Quite the opposite." Jim turned around, his eyes holding a strange look.

"From what I understand, the Night's Watch is the weakest of the three major powers, and they need to rely on something special to contend with the Pantheon."

"Like Fast City..."

"The Night Watch has only one Tier 3 expert, while the Pantheon has at least three, and the Blood Alliance's strength is unknown."

Barrow's heart sank.

He had met the Night's Watch, and he had a good impression of them, so he naturally had a slight bias towards them.

The Pantheon is more like an evil organization attempting to overthrow the existing order.

"Come!"

Jim stopped and pointed to the experimental chamber in front of him:

"This is the latest progress of the experiment. Take a look at it and you will be my assistant from now on."

Barrow looked up, his eyes suddenly narrowing.

Inside the transparent experimental chamber, there were animals such as hamsters, foxes, and raccoons.

They had tubes inserted into their bodies, through which flowed a dark red liquid.

As a researcher, Barrow was well aware that some research required sacrifices from small animals, and he had no frivolous sympathy.

but……

The strange patterns on the bottom of the experimental chamber and the bizarre symbols on the animals filled him with a deep sense of disgust.

Instinctive disgust!

The liquid flowing from the tube, which seemed to be some kind of blood, also felt somewhat familiar to him.

Ok?

"That blood..."

"your."

Jim opened his mouth:

"Your current task is to draw a few tubes of blood each day for research and analysis, and to record the data changes of these experimental subjects."

"rest assured!"

He comforted him:

"I have examined your body carefully; your strong hematopoietic function can provide a large amount of blood."

Barrow's face turned pale.

He finally understood why he was so weak and what the purpose of the several IV lines in his body was.

he,

It was also an experiment!

Moreover, it was the most important test subject.

Over the next few days, Barrow bled the patients daily, observed the data, and assisted Professor Jim in conducting various experiments.

He considered rebelling.

However,

Besides Jim, there were two terrifying gargoyles here who easily crushed him.

On one occasion, he even angered Jim so much that one of the gargoyles smashed both of his legs.

If it weren't for his special physical condition, he would probably be disabled.

"Bang!"

Jim's face contorted as he stared at the corpse in the test chamber, slamming his fists down on the table in front of him.

"Why? Why?"

He gritted his teeth and roared:

"The process is exactly the same, so why can't the experiment be replicated?"

"Professor," Barrow said in a low voice, his body constantly weakened by daily bloodletting.

"Could there be a problem with the theory?"

"Impossible!" Jim turned around abruptly, his eyes glowing with an eerie red light.

"If the theory is wrong, how could you possibly be standing in front of me?"

The theory is wrong.

Everything has to be started from scratch.

Jim certainly wouldn't admit it.

"Something must be missing, perhaps... just not enough blood." Jim squinted and whispered:

"Perhaps we could add some organs."

?

Barrow's expression changed drastically.

Before he could make a move, a gargoyle rushed over and pinned him to the ground.

Jim picked up a scalpel, held Barrow's hand down, and swiftly chopped off a finger.

"what!"

A scream rang out.

…………

A few more days passed.

With disheveled hair and vacant eyes, Barrow paced around the laboratory, recording various data in a notebook.

His fingers and toes are missing, and there are surgical suture marks on his abdomen and back.

"Bang!"

A small white mouse inside the experimental chamber suddenly appeared, its blood and bits of flesh splattering onto the specially made bulletproof glass, which brought Barrow back to his senses.

"Failed again?"

Jim strode over, his face contorted with anger:

"Where exactly did things go wrong?"

…………

"You still want to resist?"

Jim, his face contorted and black tentacles extending from his back, grabbed Barrow with one hand and slammed him to the ground.

"Everything you have is mine, including your body!"

"Don't even think about leaving here until the experiment yields results!"

"Bang!"

The tentacles wrapped around Barrow and threw him into a test chamber containing an unknown liquid, just like a lab rat.

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The Seaton Hotel.

The most luxurious hotel in Fast City, and one of the most famous hotels in the Federation, belongs to a conglomerate that is no less powerful than BHP Group.

Top floor.

A gentle night breeze was blowing.

Guided by the staff, Carl went to a spot near the fence, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

There were already people waiting on the other side.

With blond hair, blue eyes, and striking features, Remiller, both dashing and divine, raised his glass in a gesture of respect:

"Old friend, we meet again."

"yes!"

Karl sat down, sighed softly, and began to speak:

"After hundreds of years, I never imagined that the once insignificant messenger would become a deity."

That's right!

Remiel, once an angel, is now a god!

A mid-level god of the fifth rank!

only,

In Karl's perception, the divinity, divine nature, and divine fire within Remier were in a state of instability.

"Heh..." Remiller's eyes were indifferent as he took a sip of his drink and said calmly:

"I have simply received a gift from God."

"But you..."

"Mysterious wizard, you always surprise me when I see you, and this time is no exception."

"What happened back then?" Karl smiled faintly, changing the subject:

Where have the gods gone?

"That's what you should be asking," Remiller said, his eyes deep.

"The God-Slaying Spear, you gave it to me."

"The God-Slaying Spear can kill gods, but it can't do what it does now," Karl said.

"Something else must have happened."

Remiller's lips twitched slightly, but he did not intend to answer.

In the dark clouds.

The "Black Wizard" Abbott cast an invisibility spell, holding a staff as he approached the hotel's rooftop.

"There's no way around it; that residence is a secret base of the Pantheon, and it's impossible to sell it to outsiders."

"Since we can't persuade Norma, we'll have to turn to you."

"Professor Carl!"

He muttered to himself as he slowly approached his target. Just as he was about to make his move, Abbott saw the figure opposite Carl.

His movements froze, and a look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

"Lord!"

"Is that you?"

Why would someone look so much like you?

His lips trembled, and he could barely hold the staff in his hand.

(End of this chapter)